All language subtitles for Paul Temple Returns (Maclean Rogers, 1952)

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GRAHAM: Handbag...

American passport...

Rita Cartwright, Helm Hotel,
Regent Street, W1.

"Shall expect you at 8pm tonight

as arranged on the telephone,
The Marquis."

The Marquis again!

And handed in West London, sir.
Same as the others.

What's this written here? Looks
like a hastily scribbled note.

"Bombay SW." What
the devil does that mean?

It could be a reference
to the Bombay Restaurant, sir,

off Leicester Square.
That's in the SW1 postal area.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]
Come in.

Here are the files on the first two
Marquis murders, Sir Graham.

Thank you, Ross.

You're right, Bradley.
Telegram handed in West London.

Yes, West London. And identical
wording in all three cases.

And each time
the victim is shot.

And the body dumped
in the river.

What bothers me is the lack
of any sort of connecting link

- between the three victims.
- Quite, sir.

Something that might
give us a hint

as to the Marquis'
identity or motive.

Yes, they're all three from
very different walks of life.

Exactly.

First: Mervin Harwood,
analytical chemist;

then Lady Alice Mapleton:

young, social, heiress
to a considerable fortune;

and now, an American woman,
Rita Cartwright.

And in each case,
on the day of the murder,

the victim has
received a telegram

from someone who signs
himself "The Marquis".

Have you checked on
this Cartwright woman, Ross?

Yes, sir. I've been
to the American Embassy.

Age 32. She was a member
of the Anti-Narcotics Squad

of the New York Police.

She was over here on holiday,
unofficially,

and has overstayed her leave
by nearly two weeks.

Interesting, but it doesn't
get us very far.

Is that the best you can do?

Well, sir, that's all I've been
able to get so far.

Confound it, man,
we have to do better than that.

The press went for the previous
two murders in a big way.

"The Marquis Murders."
It makes a good headline.

And now there's been a third
they'll go to town on it.

Especially when they find
we haven't a clue

as to the murderer's identity.

The Home Secretary's
on the warpath already.

Rang me up this morning before
eight; caught me in my bath.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]
Come in!

- Post just in, sir.
- Right.

If you'll excuse me, sir,
they've just telephoned to say

that young gentleman's
here again; Mr. Storey.

He insists on waiting
until you can see him, sir.

Storey! Oh, that's the young
fellow who was engaged

- to Lady Alice Mapleton, isn't it?
- Yes, Sir Graham.

He's around here most days,

making a regular nuisance
of himself.

Swears, if we don't find
Lady Alice's murderer pretty soon,

he'll take on the job
of finding him himself.

Well, tell Mr. Storey I am busy,

but that Superintendent Bradley
will come and see him.

Very good, sir.

Try and ride him off, Bradley,
will you?

I'll do my best, sir.

And, Ross, for heaven's sake,
get some real background

on this American girl.

Well, the embassy have told us
all they know, sir.

It's a matter of making contact
with New York.

Ah! Listen to this:

"Hope you're fit and well
and not too busy.

Steve sends her love

and says I'm to tell you
I've acquired a striking accent.

All the best, Paul Temple."

- Where's it from, sir?
- New York.

[ CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ TEMPLE ON TV ] And so if you
ask me to sum up my philosophy

as a writer of crime
and detective fiction,

I must take refuge
in a platitude

and say: "Fact is stranger
than fiction".

Every day you read
in your newspapers

stories which you accept as true

because they're written
in the newspaper.

But which you'd condemn
as utter hooey

if you read them
in one of my books.

[ SPEAKER ON TV ] Well, that's
very interesting, Mr. Temple.

I'll remember that when I open my
crime page tomorrow morning.

Now, as our time is almost up,
is there any final message

that you'd like to give
to the viewers?

Well, yes. Yes, there is.
Another platitude.

Crime doesn't pay,
except for us, thriller writers.

Goodbye and good luck to you.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

Oh! Thank goodness
that's over.

Hey, you've got nothing
to worry about. That was good!

That was fine, Paul.
You've got a TV personality.

You're dead right, Mrs. Temple.
You mark my words,

Paul will go places in TV.

Not if I have anything
to do with it.

I'm not going to be a TV widow.

Isn't that better than having him
skating around after criminals?

No. In that case,
I can skate after him.

[ GIGGLES ]

They'd like a word with you
in the control room,

- if you can spare a minute.
- Oh, fine. I'll be right there.

Now, if you two will excuse me,
I'll be right back

and then we can go
have some coffee.

All right, fine.

These cablegrams have been
sent across from your hotel.

Oh! Thank you very much.

- Who's it from?
- From Sir Graham!

Yes, it says,
"Thanks for postcard, stop.

Urgently need
all available information

regarding Rita Cartwright,

latest victim
of Marquis murders, stop.

Understand she was a member
of Anti-Narcotics Squad,

New York Police, stop.
Can you help? Situation critical.

- Love to Steve."
- Poor Sir Graham.

- Home Secretary's on his tail.
- Hmm. Looks like it.

[ SOUND OF PAPER ]

- Oh.
- What is it?

Well, look at is.

"Paul Temple,
Continental Hotel, New York.

Keep out, Temple.
This is a warning.

- The Marquis"?
- Mmm.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

- May I, Mr. Temple?
- Certainly.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

TEMPLE: Thanks very much.

- All right, Steve, I'll take these.
- Oh, I'll take this one, Paul.

[ FOOTSTEPS ]

- STEVE: Back to austerity.
- And we're out of training.

Oh. You wrote to the
employment agency, didn't you?

Well, I cabled,
but I'm not optimistic.

- Oh. Oh, well.
- SAKKI: Excuse, please?

Oh, it's Ricky!

No, ma'am, Sakki.
Ricky's my brother!

I speak to Mrs and Mr
Paul Temple, please?

That's right. You know that
Ricky used to work for us?

Oh, yes. Ricky has told me
everything about you.

Everything.
[ CLEARS THROAT ]

Yes, well, in that case perhaps
we should go inside, right?

No, please, that is for me.

[ BLOWS ]

Well, that's very nice of you.
Thanks.

Oh, just put them down
there, please.

Yes, that'll do. Tell me,
where is Ricky these days?

In Rangoon, sir, with my mother.

- He is married man.
- Really? Oh, has he a family?

- Oh, yes, ma'am; three children.
- Three!?

- My word, he's a fast worker.
- Oh, yes, sir. All three at once.

[ LAUGHTER ]

[ LAUGHTER ]
SAKKY: Excuse, please.

Ricky said to me: "Please,
give Mr. and Mrs. Temple

- best humble cheerio."
- How very sweet of him.

That's very nice.

Now, you and
Mr. Temple go to rest.

- I will see to luggage.
- But you don't know the flat.

But, yes, ma'am. This is
lounge, that is kitchen,

- this is bedroom, that is...
- [ CLEARS THROAT ] Yes, quite.

- Ricky has told me everything.
- Yes, so it seems.

Tell me, Sakki, do you propose
to work for us whole-time?

But of course, sir.

That's why I came from Rangoon.

You've come all the way from
Rangoon on purpose to work for us?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

My mother said someone must
look after Mr. and Mrs. Temple.

For Ricky has too many
children to leave.

So, here is Sakki, please.

[ LAUGHTER ]

I don't believe it.
I must be dreaming.

Oh, I think he's quite real.

Really? To come all
the way from Burma

to work for us
is like a fairy tale.

- Well, it's a pair of hands.
- With any luck he can cook too.

Yes!

- Paul?
- Mm?

Do you remember Ricky's cooking?

Oh, Lord, yes. All those recipes
from his mother in Rangoon.

Tasted like last year's whale meat
cooked in axle grease.

Right you are.

Do you remember the night
Sir Graham dined with us?

Oh, wasn't he a laugh?
[ CHUCKLES ]

Good Lord, where'd you get
that coat from?

It is Ricky's, sir. He said to wear
it till four o'clock,

and then black coat.
Is that right, sir?

Quite right, Sakki.

This I find in the hall on floor.

I think it put through
while I take luggage.

Oh. All right.

[ SOUND OF PAPER ]

Listen to this:

"Welcome home.
Don't forget my warning

or you'll make Mrs. Temple
a widow. The Marquis."

Good heavens!

Our friend The Marquis seems to
have a good intelligence service.

Steve, we'd better get down
to Scotland Yard right away

and see Sir Graham.

This and our American
dope may prove useful.

You come back
for supper, please?

There isn't any food
in the house.

No need to worry, miss.
I bring parcel from Rangoon.

- Special recipe from Mother.
- Oh, good!

You know, this information
about Rita Cartwright

is going to be most useful.
Sir Graham will be delighted.

Yes, I'm sorry we missed him.

Do you think he'll be
back this afternoon?

I doubt it now.

Trouble is he didn't tell me
where he was going.

No good for prints.
They're just a jumbled mess.

Yes, I was afraid of that.
Sakki's and mine all over it.

By the way, do you and your
wife know Inspector Ross?

- Oh, how do you do?
- How do you do?

- Glad to meet you.
- How do you do?

Ross is in charge
of the Marquis case.

I don't envy you. He seems
a pretty spry customer.

He'll slip up before long.
Then we'll get him.

Provided, that is, there aren't
too many cooks spoiling the broth.

Meaning that you don't take
kindly to us amateurs, eh?

Frankly, Mr. Temple,
that's exactly what I mean.

In that case, Inspector,
I suggest we make a bargain.

Not to tread on
each other's toes.

Come on, Steve, these
gentlemen are busy.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Bye, Bradley.
We'll see ourselves out.

I hope we didn't go
too far, Ross.

Don't you agree
with what I said?

Maybe I do, but
you've got to remember

Temple's a very close
friend of Sir Graham's.

I can't help that.

Either I handle this
Marquis case my own way

or I chuck my hand in.

I don't care what you say.

There's no need for Ross
to have been so rude.

He wasn't exactly rude, Steve,
merely outspoken.

I don't think
he's trustworthy, Paul,

and I'm jolly well going to tell
Sir Graham so when I see him.

That'll make the old boy sit up.

STEVE: Oh, there's
someone at the door.

TEMPLE: Oh, there is Sir Graham!

- Hello, dear boy! How are you?
- Nice to see you.

- Steve, you look wonderful.
- I feel it.

That's what the USA
does for you.

- Good!
- Just arrived?

I've been ringing your bell
for two or three minutes,

and I couldn't get any answer.

Don't say that Sakki's
left already.

Who's Sakki?

You remember the Burmese servant
we used to have called Ricky?

Ricky! Oh, yes, yes, yes.
Of course!

He's the chap who put the
oysters in the apricots, is he?

That's right.
Well, this is his brother.

He's come all the way from
Rangoon to work for us.

Sent by his mother

with a completely new
collection of Burmese recipes.

You must stay to dinner
and try them.

Oh!

Good Lord!

- What on earth?
- What's been going on here?

We've had a visitor.

How dare he mess up
my room like this?

- Who, Sakki?
- No, The Marquis.

The Marquis? Surely
you don't think The Marquis...?

Yes, it's The Marquis all right,
or one of his friends.

Lucky we went straight
down to the Yard.

You've been down there?

We went down to see you,
but since you weren't there;

we gave Bradley and Ross
the dope from America.

So that's what
The Marquis was after!

Yeah.

Why the devil would he think
you've got anything?

I don't know.
[ GROANS ]

Wait a minute, listen.
[ GROANS ]

Come on.

[ GROANING ]

It's coming from that cupboard.

- Sakki!
- He's not dead, is he?

It's all right. I think
he's only stunned.

Excuse, please.
Very sorry, Mr. Temple.

- What happened, Sakki?
- There was knock on the door.

I open it. There was man.
He knocked me on the head.

- Did you see his face?
- No, sir.

He had handkerchief tied over.

All right.

Enough talking for you, young man.
Come and lie down.

- Let's give you a hand.
- Come on.

Temple, this is a very good port.

Mmm. Yes, I wish I got
some more of that year.

- Enjoy your dinner, Sir Graham?
- Oh, yes, indeed. What was it?

[ GIGGLES ]
I don't really know.

It's one of Sakki's
Burmese dishes, you know.

Now, listen, Temple.
First thing tomorrow morning

I'll look through that stuff you
brought back from the States.

Though I doubt
it'll get us any further.

Oh. I rather gather that Ross
takes much the same view.

Oh, by the way,

if you should get another
brainwave on the Marquis case,

you might let me know
personally, will you?

I understand. Bradley and Ross
resent outside interference, eh?

Oh, they're both good fellows
and very experienced.

If a little inclined
to have one-track minds.

I warn you, Sir Graham. Keep
your eye on that man Ross.

I will, but it's young Storey
who's upset him.

Storey? Isn't he the fellow who was
engaged to Lady Alice Mapleton?

Yes. Haunts the Yard

and will keep butting in.
He's nearly driven us crazy.

[ CHUCKLING ] No wonder
Ross dislikes amateurs.

Have you any further
suggestions to offer?

I see what you mean.
Well, no.

As I see it, all we know is that The
Marquis has committed three murders

without any clue as to his identity,
motive or whereabouts.

Except the very slender lead
to the Bombay Restaurant.

- Oh, yes, yes.
- Bradley's following that up,

but it hasn't led him
anywhere so far.

There's nothing else on the back
of that telegram, I suppose?

- No. Bombay SW, that's all.
- I see.

[ CLOCK CHIMES ]
By Jove, I must be going.

Thank you, both, for
a very pleasant evening.

Not at all. I'm glad it ended
better than it started.

Goodnight, Steve.

Good to have you both
back again.

- Goodnight, Sir Graham.
- I'll see you out.

No, please, that's for me!

Are you sure you feel up
to it, Sakki?

Yes, please, I feel fine!

- You don't like my coffee?
- Oh, it was... too hot.

How was your coffee, Paul?

It was a bit too cold,
I'm afraid.

OK, please,
I get you some more...

No, no, that's all right.
Thank you, Sakki.

Excuse, please.
I just now remember.

Soon after you gone,
one gentleman call here.

- Oh, what was his name?
- Mr. Storey.

- That young man has initiative.
- Yes. Did he leave a message?

Yes, please.
He said sorry to miss you,

- and will phone you tomorrow.
- Oh. All right, Sakki.

Now, don't you bother
about these things tonight.

You get straight off to bed.

[ SIGHS ] Things
have certainly happened

- on our first evening home.
- Yes, they certainly have.

- Feeling tired, Steve?
- Not particularly. Why?

Are you game for a little drive
to the East End?

- East End?
- Yes, to be precise,

- the East India Dock Road.
- Why there?

To follow up the only clue
in the Marquis case.

Which Ross and company
don't even know they've got.

- Come clean.
- Bombay SW.

You don't think it refers
to the Bombay Restaurant?

Do you remember
a year or two ago

I got to know a funny little crook
called Sammy Wren?

That's right.

Wasn't he something to do
with the dope racket?

The Yard thought so,
but I didn't.

What's made you think of him?

Well, he had his headquarters
in the East India Dock Road,

- at Bombay Wharf.
- I see.

So the SW may not be
the postal district after all.

Exactly. "S" for Sammy,
"W" for Wren.

[ DOOR OPENING ANS CLOSING ]

[ FOGHORN HONKS IN DISTANCE ]

Well, so far, so good. I suppose
that gate might be locked.

But how do we get into
the building?

Let's try these stairs.

[ FOGHORN IN DISTANCE ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

- Paul?
- Hmm?

- What's that noise?
- Sounds like a generator.

[ LOCK CLACKS ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Just a minute. Look.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

We've got to find a way down.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

TEMPLE: Put up your hands.
I've got you covered.

STEVE: Inspector Ross!

Temple. What on earth
are you doing here?

TEMPLE: Same as you, Inspector.
Looking for Sammy Wren.

- ROSS: Well, there he is.
- STEVE: Is he dead?

ROSS: No, but I'm afraid
he'll go at any moment.

How did it happen?

I found him like this.
He'd been shot.

If you hadn't turned up
when you did,

by tomorrow his body would've
been picked up out of the river.

Yes, it's The Marquis, all right.

It was very quick
of you, Mr Temple,

to have gone on
to the Bombay Wharf

instead of the
Bombay Restaurant.

Oh, I must return the
compliment, Inspector.

I thought that you
and Bradley missed it.

Now you're here,
perhaps you'll give me a hand.

Of course.

Will you and Mrs. Temple
keep an eye on Wren

while I step out and telephone
for an ambulance?

Certainly.

And keep your eyes and ears open
in case the killer's still about.

Do you really think The Marquis
maybe hiding somewhere?

No, Steve. Not now.

Ross's arrival or ours
scared him off.

- [ GROANS ]
- Oh, he's coming round.

[ TRYING HARD ] All right, Sammy.
Come on, you'll be all right.

- [ BLABBERING ] Mr. Temple?
- That's right.

- [ WHISPERING ] They done me in.
- Who did, Sammy?

- The Marquis.
- Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Roddy Carson...
- Roddy Carson.

Shooting gallery...

Flower Street funfair,
by Piccadilly.

Piccadilly, yes.

I suppose he...
He couldn't...

- He told me he's seen him...
- Seen him? Who was he, Sammy?

The... the... the...
[ DEATH RATTLE ]

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

You're driving awfully fast.

Yes, I want to get to Flower Street
before they close.

These funfair's shut down
at about 11.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

- Paul.
- Hmm?

The more I see of that man Ross,
the more I distrust him.

He was quite polite tonight.

I suppose you do realise

it could've been Ross
who shot Sammy Wren.

Well, yes.

In other words,
Ross may be The Marquis.

- Could be.
- Perhaps you're right, it could be.

Funny situation if our murderer
turned out to be

a Scotland Yard inspector.

I'd like to see
Sir Graham's face if it is.

[ CHUCKLES ]

Well, let's hope we know
more about it

after we've contacted
Roddy Carson.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

- Is it far, Paul?
- No, we're nearly there.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

Beware Paul!
[ TYRES SCREECH - CRASH ]

[ MOTORCYCLE STOPPING ]

Excuse me, excuse me.
Anyone hurt, sir?

A little shaken up.
My wife, here...

I'm all right, Paul.
Only a crack on the head.

- Oh.
- It's Mr. Temple, isn't it, sir?

Yes, that's right.

- Were you driving, sir?
- I was.

And the driver
of the other vehicle?

Oh, he's bolted. I saw the crash,
it was all his fault.

I tried to catch him
but he got away.

Well, if this gentleman
saw the accident, Mr. Temple...

Temple? You're not
by any chance Paul Temple?

Yes, I am.

This is the most
amazing coincidence.

I've been chasing you all day.
My name's Storey. Roger Storey.

- Roger Storey?
- You're Mrs. Temple, aren't you?

I expect you've heard about me
from Sir Graham.

- That's right. Oh...
- Take it easy, sweet.

We'll get a taxi
and take you back home.

But, Paul, Flower Street.
You must go.

- The funfair will be closed.
- Much too late for that now.

- It'll keep till tomorrow.
- Look, I don't want to butt in,

but is there anything
I can do to help?

- She's good, thank you.
- Then perhaps tomorrow?

Yes, come by
and we'll have a good talk.

Thanks so much. I'll be back
with a taxi as soon as I can.

Now, sir, perhaps you'll let me
have a few particulars?

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Here you are, sir.
Have a try.

Four shots for sixpence,
and a prize every time.

If you get four bull's-eyes.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Hey, Roddy!
Hem's loosening off again.

No chance.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Where have you been to, Roddy?

You said you'd be in at ten sharp.
And I want my tea.

Oh, why don't you
shut your face?

Go get your flipping tea
and stop grousing.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Out of practice. You're...
You're Roddy Carson, aren't you?

- So what if I am?
- I've got a message for you.

- From Sammy.
- Sammy?

- Yeah, Sammy Wren.
- Keep on with your shooting.

You'll never hit nothing
if you don't tuck it

right into your shoulder!

Why didn't Sammy come himself?

He couldn't, Roddy,
because he's... dead.

- Dead?
- Yes. He was... [ CARBINE SHOT ]

shot last night, by The Marquis.

Oi.

- Four shots a penny.
- I know.

Use that one; it's all ready.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC -
COCKING CARBINE ]

Keep your cheek right down
on the butt.

What was Sammy's message?

As he was dying he said:
"Find Roddy Carson.

He's the one man who knows
who The Marquis really is."

That's right. That girl
what was picked up in the river.

I saw him carry her
out of Bombay Wharf

- just after he shot her.
- Mmm?

Fellow about my height,
brown hair.

I tracked him down to where
he lives and I got his name too.

Go on with your shooting.

[ CARBINE SHOT ]

Well, that's your last.

All right, I'll have another go.

I'll give you a fair target.

Oh, it's stuck again.

Guns down, please.
Shan't be a minute.

[ GUNSHOT ]

- Blimey, what's happened?
- What's going on? Roddy!

[ CHATTERING ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

Set him down over there
by those boxes.

- Better fetch a doctor.
- Yes, yes, do that.

All right, sir.

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

[ SWING CHEERFUL MUSIC ]

- Then what happened?
- Then the shot rang out.

The Marquis again.
Temple, it's ghastly!

Especially since I'm convinced
I know who The Marquis is.

Oh?

I simply can't get the police
to listen to me.

That's why I was so anxious
to get in touch with you.

I know Sir Graham
will listen to you!

That's why I thought perhaps
if I told you my story

you might be able to help me.

I'll do my best.
Fire away.

Have you ever heard of a man
called Sir Felix Raybourne?

Sir Felix Raybourne?

Well, that's the
explorer man, isn't it?

The archaeologist who
goes out digging up

ancient tombs in the desert.

That's right. He's the great
authority on Ancient Egypt

and the Middle East generally.

He only returned from an expedition
a month or two ago, didn't he?

Correct. Well, he was
one of Alice's trustees.

- I see. So you knew him well.
- Too well, Temple. We...

We don't get on. We never did.
He wasn't kind to Alice.

As a matter of fact,
she hated him.

You're not suggesting your fiancée
was murdered by...?

Wait till you hear
all the facts, Mrs. Temple.

I know that on
his last expedition,

Sir Felix achieved
some remarkable results.

I'm told that his excavations,
in the Sinai Desert,

produced some
fabulous treasures.

And one particular thing
which might prove

of inestimable value
to the health of mankind.

I also know that
immediately he got back

he got in touch
with Mervin Harwood,

The Marquis' first victim.

Are you suggesting
that Harwood was murdered

to ensure that he didn't talk
about Sir Felix's discovery?

- Exactly.
- And your fiancée, Lady Alice,

found out and she
had to be removed too.

- That's what I believe.
- Hmm.

How about the American
woman, Rita Cartwright;

- Do you know anything about her?
- Everything, Temple.

You see, I was employing her.

- You were?
- What for?

To watch Sir Felix.

I'll never rest
until I'm even with him.

- I loved Alice.
- We understand, Mr. Storey.

- We'll do all we can to help.
- Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mrs. Temple.
You're very kind.

I must be going.

[ PHONE RINGS ]

Oh, you answer it, Paul.
I'll see Mr Storey out.

- Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.

[ PHONE RINGS ]

Hello? Paul Temple here.
Who is it?

Oh, yes. Mm-hm. Oh, good.
That's wonderful.

Thank you very much.
All right, goodbye.

- What a nice fellow he is.
- Mm-hm? Yeah.

I feel rather sorry for him.
Who rang, Paul?

Faulkner's Garage. I've hired
a car while ours is in dock.

Come on, get on
your bonnet and shawl.

- Where are we going?
- We're going to pay a call,

- in the country.
- What are you talking about?

I found this in
Roddy Carson's pocket.

- Sir Felix Raybourne!
- Mmm.

STEVE: Greensea
House, Walsham.

[ CAR DOORS SLAMMING ]

No sign of a bell or anything.

[ EERIE FLUTE MUSIC ]

Oh, what a horrible
creepy sound.

- Sounds like a pipe of some kind.
- Mmm.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]

STEVE: Oh!

We'd like to see
Sir Felix Raybourne, please.

Thank you.

My card.

Thank you.

I... suppose he means in here.

[ EERIE MUSIC ]

- What an extraordinary place.
- Certainly is.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

- What's that smell?
- Incense, I think.

[ MUSIC STRIKES ]

[ EERIE MUSIC ]

Mmm. Ugly-looking
brute, isn't he?

Paul, are his eyes moving?

FELIX: He is the
ancient god of twilight.

The time of sleeping
and the time of waking.

That is why his eyes
appear to open and shut.

Sir Felix Raybourne?
My name's Paul Temple.

So I gathered from your card.
And this is your wife?

- How do you do?
- Well?

No doubt you're wondering,
Sir Felix, why...

Not in the least.

I assume that you want to see
me about this Marquis affair?

Exactly.

And that your prime object
is to satisfy yourself

as to whether or not
I am The Marquis.

- Well, really, Sir Felix, I...
- Oh, come, Mr. Temple,

don't let me put you to the
inconvenience of having to bluff.

I'm perfectly well aware

that there is a prima facie case
of evidence against me

if only because I was the last
person to see Mervin Harwood

and my poor Alice
before they were killed.

In that case, Sir Felix, you
would be as anxious as anyone

to see The Marquis is caught.

Naturally.

I would then be free
of suspicion, wouldn't I?

Mmm. And if we're to catch him
we are first to discover his motive

and I thought perhaps about that
you may be able to help.

Why should you think that?

I was wondering if it might be
connected in some way

with your recent discoveries.

Mr. Temple, have you by any chance
been in communication recently

with an individual
by the name of Storey?

Yes, I have.

A most unpleasant young man.

In fact, I can assure you
that if I were The Marquis,

he would've been
my first victim.

But he was devoted
to Lady Alice.

So he would like you
to believe, Mrs. Temple,

but I happen to know better.

He bears me a bitter grudge.

In fact, he is primarily responsible
for my being suspected.

Then am I to take it, Sir Felix,
that you have no wish to help us.

Precisely.
That is all I will tell you.

When I came back
from the Sinai Desert,

I brought with me a secret
which can be the greatest benefit

or the most terrible harm
to all humanity,

according to who
gets hold of it.

Mervin Harwood,
and my niece Alice Mapleton,

died because they got to know
something about that secret.

So from now on, until it
can be made fully public,

I intend to say no more
about it... to anyone.

[ CLAPS ] Abdullah!

[ SPEAKS FOREING LANGUAGE ]

[ SPEAKS FOREING LANGUAGE ]

Abdullah will show you out.

What a horrible house, Paul.
Let's get out of it.

All right.

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- Oh, this is good, Steve.
- What is, Paul?

"The well-known murder mystery
play by Paul Temple,

entitled A Kiss for a Corpse,

has proved so popular
with provincial audiences

that, for the third year
in succession,

a long tour is being arranged."

Then perhaps I'll get
that diamond necklace.

Yes. Perhaps.
[ DOORBELL BUZZING ]

Who on earth could that be
at this time of the morning?

Sakki!

Excuse, please.

Oh, Sakki, there's
someone at the door.

Say we're away, or we're
out, or we're dead...

Yes, ma'am. I'll say
you're in Rangoon.

Oh.

I wonder what happened
to that boy

who played the part
of the cab driver?

- He was jolly good in your play.
- Yes. Yes, he was.

I don't know. I think he went on
the drink. I lost track of him.

- What was his name?
- Something Slater, wasn't it?

Mr. Temple, quick, please!

What is it, Sakki?

It's that gentleman,
Mr. Storey, he's hurt!

Storey?

- Storey, what on earth?
- What happened?

Oh, Temple. I'm so
sorry to disturb you.

- That's all right, old chap.
- I had a car crash.

Bandaged me up in hospital.

Let me go this morning,
said I was all right.

When your man opened the door,
everything went... blank.

Oh. Well, never mind.
Come and have some coffee.

[ TRYING HARD ] Come on.
Up you go.

You'll be all right.

Get another cup,
will you, Sakki?

- That's right.
- Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Are you quite comfortable,
Mr. Storey?

- Oh, yes, fine. Fine, thank you.
- Thanks, Sakki. Steve.

Thanks, Paul.

All right, Storey.
Tell us what happened.

I think I can say
for certain, Temple,

that The Marquis has
now had a crack at me.

- Oh.
- Thank you.

I was driving out
of London last night.

- Where were you going?
- I was going down to Guildford

to spend the night
with some friends.

And?

Well, I was bowling along
the Kingston bypass

when suddenly a van
shot out of a side turning

and deliberately crowded me
into the kerb.

Much the same
as your lorry driver.

Are you quite sure
it was deliberate?

Not a doubt about it.

My car turned a somersault,

and by the grace of God
I was thrown clear,

landed on the grass verge.

I escaped with a cracked collarbone
and a cut on the neck.

What happened to the other car?

His front wheel got caught
in mine, pulled clean off.

Kept my head and
managed to tackle him

- before he could get away.
- You got him, did you?

Oh, yes, I held on to him
until help came

and then I handed him
over to the police.

- And where did you go?
- They took me to hospital.

Did you get anything out of him?

Not a word.
He just played dumb.

Mmm. Does Sir Graham
know about this?

- Yes. At least Ross does.
- Ross?

I phoned the Yard from the
hospital and got put on to Ross.

Oh.

Sakki!

- Excuse, please?
- Look, I want my bath,

clothes, hat, coat, car.
I've gotta get leaving!

Yes, sir, very quick.
You've got to be gone already!

[ CHUCKLES ]

STEVE: Where
are you going, Paul?

I'm going to see Sir Graham.

I want a word
with that reckless driver.

So he won't answer
your questions, eh?

- That's right, sir.
- Can't get a word out of him.

Can we have him in here,
Sir Graham?

- I'd like to have a look at him.
- Certainly. Fetch him in, Ross.

Yes, sir, but...

Let me have a look
at that report.

We must get something
out of him somehow.

Well, I can't thank you
enough, Mrs. Temple;

you've been absolutely
wonderful to me.

Must you go, Mr. Storey?

Paul is expecting you to be
here when he gets back.

I really must get along.
I've got an awful lot to do.

- Sure you feel strong enough?
- Oh, fine.

That coffee did me
a power of good.

Well, goodbye and many thanks.

Goodbye.

[ FOOTSTEPS ]

- What's your name?
- Higgins.

- Christian name?
- Burt.

I understand you refuse
to answer any questions.

You realise you'll only
jeopardise your case

by adopting this attitude?

- I've got nothing to say.
- Stand up.

You appreciate a very serious
charge has been laid against you.

And what if it has?
I'm not talking, see?

Do you admit that you deliberately
tried to crash Mr. Storey's car?

Better come clean, Slater.

Paul Temple!

This man isn't Higgins,
his real name is Derek Slater.

He's an actor.

He was once in a play of mine.

I suggest you let me ask him
a few questions, Sir Graham.

All right, go ahead.

You're working for
The Marquis, aren't you?

- Yes.
- Voluntarily?

No.

You mean he's blackmailing you.

That's right.

Have you seen The Marquis?

- No.
- Heard his voice?

No, never.

But it was The Marquis
who directed you

to ditch Storey's car,
wasn't it?

It was.

How did he communicate with you?

He sent me a telegram,

saying where I was to
pick up my instructions.

- And where was that?
- Kennaway's Folly.

Kennaway's Folly.
What's that? Where is it?

It's an old half-ruined tower
right in the woods.

On the Portsmouth Road.

- Could you find it again?
- Of course.

- As a matter of fact...
- Yes?

My instructions were
that I was to go back there

to pick up my money for this job

at half past three
this afternoon.

Oh, here they are.
OK, Steve, now don't forget,

you wait for us at the place
where we had lunch.

- All right, but watch yourself.
- I will.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- Here you are, Sir Graham?
- Hello, Temple.

- All set, Bradley?
- I've cordoned off

as well as I can, but the
woods are very thick, sir.

All right. Go on, Slater.
Lead the way.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

There it is, sir.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- How do we get in?
- There's a gate coming up.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]
After him, quick!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

This confounded gate's stuck!

Never mind, Sir Graham.

Let's go and have
a look at this place.

Bradley and Ross
will take care of Slater.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC -
DOOR CREAKING ]

- Look.
- What a dump.

Here you are.
He's been here recently.

Here. Have a look
at this, Sir Graham.

- Part of Slater's instructions.
- Yes. See where it's from.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

What the devil is...?

After him, Temple!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

Here, Sir Graham.
This'll do it.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SCREAMING ]

Come on.

What the devil is it?

- He's been electrocuted.
- What?

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

No, no. Don't touch that gate.
The whole fence is alive.

How are we going to get out?

Leave this to me.

[ GUNSHOTS ]

That's done it.
Broken the contact.

Thank you, sir.

[ PEOPLE CHATTERING ]

- Good evening, Sir Felix.
- Good evening, my dear.

Any luck tonight?

I'll see what the boss
can manage.

Fine. Oh, in the meantime, I'll have
a glass of dry sherry, please.

Very good, sir.

Mrs. Temple.
This is a pleasant surprise.

Will you join me in a drink?

Oh, thank you, Sir Felix.
May I have some sherry too?

Of course.
Make it two, please, Gladys.

- Would you care for a cigarette?
- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you very much.

Thank you, madam.

Your very good health,
Mrs. Temple.

And yours, Sir Felix.

Tell me, what are you doing
in this part of the world?

Actually, I'm waiting
for my husband.

He must be very busy
at the moment.

Hot on the trail of The Marquis.

I'm afraid he can only
manage one bottle, sir.

Oh, that's quite all right.
Put it all to me, will you?

I will.

Yes, I'm sorry I missed
your husband, Mrs. Temple.

I'm afraid I was a little abrupt
with him the last time we met.

My only excuse is that I'm apt
to be a little sensitive

to anything that smacks
of interference.

I quite understand.

Well, I'll say au revoir, then.

But you will give him
my regards, won't you?

Of course.

- Goodnight, Gladys.
- Goodnight, sir.

- Ever so nice, isn't he?
- Charming.

Gosh, I don't want another
experience like that.

No. I don't know about you
but I could do with a drink.

Where's Steve?
Oh, there you are.

Sorry to have kept
you waiting, sweet.

As a matter of fact, you're jolly
lucky to see us alive.

Why, what's happened?

The Marquis tried
to pull a fast one.

- Mrs. Paul Temple?
- Yes.

You're wanted on the telephone.

No-one knows I'm here.

- Who is it?
- I couldn't say;

- except that it was a gentleman.
- Oh, caught you red-handed!

Tell him he'll have to fight
a duel with me.

- What weapon?
- Oh, water pistols?

[ CHUCKLES ]

What now, Temple?
What's the next move?

Have a drink.
Two scotch, please!

- Large ones.
- GLADYS: Yes, sir.

If Ross could only have
hung on to that fellow Slater.

- Mmm.
- It'll be the devil's own job

- picking him up again.
- Yes.

Bradley said the woods
were too thick

to have the place cordoned
off properly.

Well, there's one obvious line
which must be followed up.

- Greensea House, you mean?
- Naturally.

It's only a mile from there
to the folly.

- Yes. Yes, that's true.
- Your drinks, sir.

Oh, wonderful.
Thank you very much.

- Well, good luck, Sir Graham.
- Good luck.

Amongst other things
you've got to find out,

what was Abdullah doing there,

and where has Sir Felix
been all this afternoon?

It's not going to be
easy, Sir Graham;

Sir Felix gave me
quite clearly to understand

that he wouldn't tolerate
interference.

Short of getting a search warrant.
Well, woman, confess.

- It was a friend of yours, Paul.
- A friend of mine?

- Sir Felix Raybourne.
- What?

Sir Felix?

He was in here
just before you came in.

He's just rung up and asked
if you and I would like to go

- and have a drink after dinner.
- What!?

Oh, he's going to a cocktail party
so he may be a little late back.

- We're in luck, Sir Graham!
- I sincerely hope so.

But you'd better be careful.
It might be another trap.

Steve and I are always careful.

Otherwise we wouldn't be
with you now.

[ GIGGLES ]

[ BELLS TOLLING ]

- No music this time.
- No, that was Abdullah.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]

[ BELLS TOLLING IN DISTANCE ]

Perhaps Sir Felix
isn't back yet.

[ KNOCKING AT DOOR ]

Well, that's funny.
It's open.

- Come on.
- Paul, we can't!

Why not? He's expecting us.
Perhaps he left it open.

TEMPLE: [ YELLING ]
Anyone at home?

- Paul?
- Mm?

- [ TAPPING IN DISTANCE ]
- That tapping noise.

I don't know.

[ TAPPING IN DISTANCE ]

TEMPLE: Coming from there,
I think. Come on.

Paul. Something touched me.
What was it?

[ MUSIC STRIKES -
SHE GASPS ]

Don't move, Steve!

Keep absolutely still.

[ GUNSHOT ]

[ GUNSHOT ]

- You all right, Steve?
- Bit shaken, Paul.

- Let's get out of here.
- Yes, of course.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- Paul?
- Coming!

- That tapping started again.
- Hmm?

[ TAPPING ]
Just a minute.

[ TAPPING - TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SHE GASPS ]

Derek Slater.

- It really was a terrible shock.
- Yes, of course.

But I've always warned
your husband

- that Sir Felix was The Marquis.
- I know you have.

Well, I expect this
will settle matters

and Sir Graham
will have him arrested.

I suppose so. Although,
in spite of there being

something rather creepy
about Sir Felix,

up till now I've never
really felt he was a murderer.

But surely it's pretty obvious
what happened.

First, Slater had
to deal with me,

then dispose of your husband
and Sir Graham at the folly.

Well, having made a mess
of things twice,

he clearly had it coming to him.

But what was Abdullah
doing in the folly?

I imagine the idea was to put
the wind up your husband

and Sir Graham, drive them
onto the electrified fence.

Unfortunately for him,
it was he who lost his nerve.

I expect you're right.

Oh, I wonder what on earth's
happened to Paul.

I should like to see him.
Did he say when he'd be back?

Oh, he crept out rather early
this morning, before I woke up.

I imagine he's with Sir Graham.
[ DOORBELL RINGS ]

Oh, I'll have to answer it.
Sakki's out too.

- Hello, Sir Graham.
- Oh, there you are, Steve.

That husband of yours rang up
and asked me to come round here.

Oh?

Oh, hello, Storey.
How's the arm?

Getting along fine,
thanks, Sir Graham.

- Isn't Paul here?
- I thought he was with you.

Probably coping with Sir Felix.

Oh, there's a warrant
out for his arrest.

Really?

Yes, I suspect to hear he's been
picked up at any moment.

Oh, hello, Storey.
Sorry I'm late, Sir Graham.

- Have you seen the news?
- What news?

Here. Stop press.

"Sir Felix Raybourne,
a famous archaeologist,

was found dead in his bed
early this morning..."

Dead?

"in the Hotel Bizet off
the Champs Élysées, Paris."

In Paris?!

"Sir Felix had only arrived
a few hours previously

by the night plane
from London."

Then Slater must have been killed
after Sir Felix left me.

- Exactly.
- That's right.

And knowing you and your husband
were due to arrive at any moment,

he must have decided
to make a bolt for it.

Well, Storey, it looks as if you've
been right all along;

this is the finish
of the Marquis case.

What did I tell you? I knew it.
I've always known it.

- Excuse, please?
- Yes, Sakki? What's up?

Ship from Alexandria arrive East
India Dock this morning tide.

- Oh, it did?
- Shipment company say

all things will be at Bombay
Warehouse Wharf at 7 tonight.

Thank you, Sakki. That's exactly
what I wanted to know.

- What's all that about?
- Well, it's rather ironic.

Apparently, all Sir Felix's
treasured trophies

from his recent
excavations in Sinai

have turned up in London on the
very day he's committed suicide.

And now he's dead
we shall never know

whether he did make
any tremendous discovery

or whether it was just a cover
for his activities as The Marquis.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Temple.
A thousand thanks for your kindness.

- Goodbye, Sir Graham.
- Goodbye.

Oh, and tell Ross and Bradley
I'm sorry to have been

such an infernal nuisance.
Anyway they're rid of me now.

[ LAUGHING ] They'll
be delighted.

- I'll see you out.
- Thank you.

I think he's very relieved.

He feels that Alice Mapleton
is in a way avenged.

Oh, the boy is all right.

He just annoyed my people
by always constantly butting in.

Just like Paul and I do,
Sir Graham?

No, no, no, you're different.

Well, well. Now, Sir Graham,
let's get down to business.

Business? What business?

I hope you haven't got
a date for tonight.

- No!
- Good.

Then let's meet at the Bombay
Warehouse at eight o'clock.

- What on earth for?
- To meet The Marquis.

But Sir Felix is dead!

Ah. Supposing Sir Felix
wasn't The Marquis.

Oh, I'm beginning to see.

And all along I instinctively
doubted that he was a murderer.

Well, if Sir Felix isn't The
Marquis, then who on earth is?

- I know! Ross.
- Inspector Ross?!

I never did trust that man
the moment I set eyes on him.

See, Sir Graham, there
could be other suspects.

But he's a Scotland Yard inspector,
one of my own men!

That doesn't put him out
of the running, Sir Graham.

If you start to work it out,
there's quite a case against him.

Who knew that you were
cabling Paul in New York

about Rita Cartwright?
Ross!

Who did we find
bending over Sammy Wren

after he'd been shot?
Ross!

And who let that man
Slater escape

and nearly got Paul and you
electrocuted? Ross again.

But, good Lord, Ross has been
in the closest contact with me

since this case started.

Exactly. He knew
every move you made.

Surely, Temple, you can't agree
with this fantastic theory?

I'm not interested in theories,
Sir Graham, only facts.

And here's the main one.

By this evening,
in the Bombay Warehouse,

will be that secret something

which has been the basic cause
of all the Marquis murders.

And I believe The Marquis himself
will turn up to try to get it.

And that's why I'm counting
on your coming this evening.

Well, Sir Graham?

Very well, but
I'm quite convinced

it'll merely be
the waste of an evening.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- TEMPLE: Everything OK?
- GRAHAM: Yes.

TEMPLE: Good.

GRAHAM: Bradley's getting
his men into position.

- TEMPLE: Uh-huh.
- Let me give you a hand.

Thank you, Sir Graham.

- GRAHAM: Seen anything?
- No, I think he'll come by land.

- Sakki, wait here for us, will you?
- Yes, Mr. Temple.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Ah. There's Felix, sir.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Your men all in position, Bradley?

Back and front,
so no-one can get in or out.

We want our visitors let in, but
we don't want them to get out.

That door we used
will be watched all right.

Don't forget the gantry, and
the way to the fire escape.

Pretty dark to see
anyone up there.

It's down here we want
to see, Sir Graham.

Hand me that big torch, will you?

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

Good.

Now, let's see
where we can put this.

Ah, this will do, I think.

That's it. All right, Steve,
as soon as I yell out,

it'll be your job
to switch this on.

STEVE: [ WHISPERING ] OK, Paul.
Oh, it's after eight.

GRAHAM: Let's get in position.

Around here, quietly.
Sir Graham.

GRAHAM: Yes, that's fine.

STEVE: By the way,
where's Inspector Ross?

GRAHAM: He reported
sick last night.

STEVE: Did he?

So he doesn't know
about tonight?

GRAHAM: No.

STEVE: I wonder if he...?
[ THUD ]

GRAHAM: Shh. Just a minute.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

[ RATCHET SOUND ]

[ MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE ]

- It's Sir Felix Raybourne!
- Come on!

Switch on, Steve!

The paper reported
you were dead.

- Far from it.
- I arranged that, Sir Graham.

I wanted to be quite sure that
The Marquis would be here tonight.

- That's your man, Bradley.
- No, wait a minute.

- You're arresting the wrong man!
- Wrong man?

Yes, that's The Marquis.

STEVE: Mr. Storey,
The Marquis?

- Temple, have you gone mad?
- TEMPLE: Let me explain.

During his recent excavations,

Sir Felix discovered
an ancient papyrus.

It referred to a vial

which contains the antidote
to all narcotic drugs.

FELIX: That is correct.

Sir Felix realised that
the discovery in this antidote

might mean the end
of the international drug trade.

FELIX: Exactly.

He decided to hide the vial
in this mummy case,

ship it back to England
the ordinary way,

and bring back by air
only the papyrus.

How do you know
all this, Temple?

When I shot
at Sir Felix's snake,

I loosened a stone, and
under it found the papyrus.

A hiding place which defied
all this man's efforts to find it.

Yes, Sir Graham, Storey
is a professional blackmailer.

What absolute nonsense!

He realised that if he could
get hold of the antidote,

he could blackmail the drug traffic
to his heart's content.

But what about Harwood,
the first victim?

How does he come into it?

Storey discovered I had shown
the papyrus to Mervin,

an old friend and colleague.

And after that, I suppose,
I killed my own fiancée

because she discovered
I deal with Harwood.

- Exactly.
- Rubbish!

What evidence have you got?

The missing toggle
from your duffle coat.

It was wrenched off
as you carried

the body of Rita Cartwright
from this very building!

It was picked up
by Roddy Carson.

Hardly sufficient evidence
to hang a cat on.

Oh, I have plenty more.

What about your
broken collarbone story?

Where's your sling tonight?

The accident with Slater
was a fake.

Rot!

And you lied about
chasing that lorry driver

who nearly got Steve and me.

No wonder you never found him.
He was driving that lorry!

Stand still, all of you,
or Mrs. Temple gets it!

- Put that gun down.
- Oh, no, Temple.

This gun and Mrs. Temple
are going to get me clear.

Now, start walking, backwards.

[ HUMMING SOUND ]

Stay where you are, Temple!

Take one step and your wife
gets a bullet in the back!

Now, come on, you.
Get moving.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC -
FIRE CRACKLING ]

- You get out of here, Sir Graham!
- What are you doing, Temple?

[ TENSE MUSIC -
FIRE CRACKLING ]

GRAHAM: Bradley, gets
these gates open.

I'm telephoning through
to the brigade.

[ TENSE MUSIC -
FIRE BELL RINGING ]

[ FIRE BELL RINGING ]

[ TENSE MUSIC -
FIRE BELL RINGING ]

Look! On the roof.

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

This is where you and
I part company, Mrs. Temple.

TEMPLE: Oh, no, you don't!
Get out of here, Steve!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ SCREAMING ]

Can I get you something,
Mrs. Temple?

- No, thank you.
- Are you quite sure?

- Quite sure.
- Are you all right, Temple?

Yes, I'm all right.
How about you, Steve?

- All right. No bones broken.
- Oh, well done.

[ INSPIRING MUSIC ]

TEMPLE: Well,
goodnight, Sir Graham.

That really is the end
of the Marquis case.

GRAHAM: Very nearly the end
of Paul and Steve Temple, too.

Oh, we're all right. Ready
and waiting for the next time.

All right, shove off, Sakki.

- Goodnight, Sir Graham.
- Goodnight.

Are you all right,
Mrs. Temple, please?

A hot drink and bed.
That's your programme, Steve.

- Hot drink all ready, please.
- Hmm?

- You're wonderful, Sakki.
- Oh, well done, Sakki.

Just what the doctor ordered.

[ SIGHS ] Oh.
What on earth is it?

Burmese coffee, extra strong,
like my mother make in Rangoon!

[ EVOCATIVE MUSIC ]