All language subtitles for The Avengers s05e19 The $50000 Breakfast.eng

All right, Charlie?

All right, if you are, Dad.

That's my boy.

Where are we going this time?

Zurich, Switzerland.

Zurich. Gee, that's hard to say for a
little chap.

Now try this on the piano.

Zany Zanzibar Zebras in the zealous zoo
on the shores of the Zyda Sea.

Again, you do it so beautifully.

Zany Zanzibar Zebras in the...

Seen anything like this before, Jim?

What are these white blobs?

Indigestible breakfast.

Not at all a thing to go to work on.

Huh?

Diamond.

Diamond? Yeah.

Stomach full of them. High on carrot,
low on protein.

They must be worth a fortune.

Littorf Organisation.

No, he's taking no calls today. Can I
help you?

Exactly.

Hello,

Littorf Organisation.

Yes. How's the market?

Open, steady. Insurance this week.
Motors down.

Spoken to Bildenheim? Yes, he's calling
us with ocean steel, near 30 shillings.

Littorf Organisation.

Tell him, Mr Littorf, to accept 29.

See? Not less.

We still have 200 ,000 to go. Might be a
thought to split them into two parts.

Do it.

Una momento, por favor. Get me
Wildenheim.

Milan, Miss Begram, do you want them?
Coming. Tell them to keep trying for

national traction.

Check. Mr.

Wildenheim? No. Lit off organization
here.

2 ,800.

What's the German market like? Get me
Paris,

will you? Sell 200 ,000 ocean steel at
29 shillings.

Yes,

hello?

Yes, this is she.

No. Why?

I enjoyed being in the country. The
sauce hollandaise was worth crossing

counties for. Now tell me why.

Now surely you don't suggest high -level
anxiety at the treasury.

Really? There are certain valuables in
currency leaving the country.

The pound is thick, so we're visiting
the Whitten Cottage Hospital.

Right. And who do we see?

Dusty Rose.

Treasury man?

Ventriloquist. Aged 41, comes from an
old musical family.

Looks like it could be his farewell
appearance.

Easily. Where was he going? Switzerland.

His seventh trip in four weeks.

Yodeling lesson?

Been unconscious for five days. He's
likely to remain so.

And the currency and valuables keep
turning up in Switzerland?

Three and a half million.

That's only the bit we know.

Wow.

Meet my best friend.

Flashy friend.

That's a ten carat brilliant.

There's a 25 -carat Wesselton, and
there's a 15 -carat Top Cape.

There's a diamond.

There's a taste for them.

Garnished with white coffee and toast.

Literally? It's the only way to travel.

Makes the souvenirs in my smalls look
modest.

His father swallowed things.

What sort of things? Razor blades,
swords, nails.

He obviously inherited the talent, or...
Or what?

He likes rich food.

Afternoon, miss.

Gee, that was magnificent.

Beginner's luck.

Mr. Seed. I thought they said you'd be
down. What have you found out?

Nothing. Car's clean.

A smash?

Genuine accident, I'd say. The boys will
look at it tomorrow, but brakes,

steering, everything's 100%. Thanks.

Do you suppose he always traveled on a
full stomach?

Six trips at 50 ,000 a time.

Another diamond eater?

Never know your luck. What are you going
to do with him?

Take him back.

Fine tartan.

Very fine complexion.

It cost me a lot of money.

Lord Jock. How do you do, Mrs Rhodes?

Nice little act.

First done after the interval.

Couldn't keep off the bottle.

I had an auntie like that. On the whole?

Yes. Skating act.

Bit between the teeth.

Dancing on the marble top table.

Like a bit of juggling myself.

Or a levitation act.

Very uplifting.

You know him?

Charlie.

How did you get him? Your husband's been
involved in an accident.

Tragic. You don't sound exactly
heartbroken.

Observant, aren't we?

He used to go to Switzerland several
times a week. Do you know why?

Big market.

Those refugee homes, where they look
after kids.

The Littorf homes.

Littorf? Alex Littorf? That's him. He
started a lot of them. Always good for a

hospital or a library roof, so they say.

Does your husband know Littorf?

Dusty, yes. Known him for years.

They met out there. He used to do a fair
act himself.

That's how we met. I was touring in the
Bell of New York.

Oh, chorus, mind you.

Excuse me.

I'll leave him with you. Thanks.

Goodbye, Mrs. Rhodes.

In hospital, you say?

That's it.

He'll be all right, won't he?

Oh, I should think so.

Perhaps you could go and see him.

Don't groveling to him.

Fat chance.

Chop.

Now, you sit there, darling.

You're going to stay here with me.

Visit Dusty.

I don't need love.

A bunch of flowers and a box of chops.

You know, holding him.

What do you say, sweetheart?

Let us regret nothing, bemoan nothing,
but look forward only to the long

-awaited dawn, the dawn of reunion, and
so we commit to the earth the body of

our best friend.

Not in sadness, but in love and
expectation.

You know, at times like this, I find it
very hard to opposite it.

One cannot help feeling that our friends
have moved to a far, far better place.

It was a great loss.

You were close.

Very. Been together for almost nine
years. Nine years. A mere drop in the

of time.

It's only a separation, you know.

Hard to think of it in those terms, sir.
You must try, dear fellow. You must

try. What took him at the end? A
thrombosis?

A gallant heart?

Tired at the end of his life's work?

Distemper.

But, um, hadn't he been vaccinated?

There's a million to one chance, so the
vet said.

The Happy Valley resting place.

At every anniversary, a card of
remembrance will arrive on your table

four -legged friend.

Incidentally, while we're on the
subject, to whom do I send the bill?

Mr. Litoff, sir.

Yes? All right, all right. Get on to
Speedle right away and tell him we're

secure.

And not to worry, has Mr. Liddhoff
personal guarantee.

Would there be anything for half an
hour, madam?

I don't think so.

Has Mr. Liddhoff had his breakfast?

Two three -and -a -half -minute eggs and
a grapefruit. I ran his bath for him.

95 degrees Fahrenheit.

Where are you going?

To take Dancer for a walk.

Fine.

Get me Sullivan and try and get that
Zurich number again.

Good morning.

Good morning to you, sir.

What a marvellous dog. I used to have
one myself.

They need an awful lot of exercise, of
course.

Yes, very true, sir.

Have you an appointment, Professor?

I just dropped in. I want to see Mr.
Littoff. Well, I'm afraid that's

impossible. Mr. Littoff is in bed.

Still, what about the early bird
catching the worm? He's indisposed. Oh,

mistake. Yes, the bowler, sir.

Benson's? None other. Yes, old Mr.
Benson's still alive?

It's his son now.

Oh, young Master Arthur.

Yes, but young Master Arthur is in his
late forties. He has seven little

trilbies. Surely Mr. Littoff has a
number one who can arrange things? Yes,

Pegram. But I'm afraid I couldn't
disturb... This is rather special. I

return something.

£50 ,000.

I'll do my best.

Would you be so kind? I'll be delighted.

Hello.

What's your name?

Dunphy.

I didn't think you'd be a decent tree in
years.

Your name's... Steve.

Thank you. Would you come this way?

After you, don't you?

Fascinating. What is?

The sight of so many people making so
much money.

I understand you're returning something.

I could have sworn that Big Ben moved.

It must have been the Worcester sauce
and the tomato juice.

It's us that's moving, Mr. T.

The Lidhoff organization never stands
still.

So I see. But could you remain
motionless just for one moment to have a

look at these?

These are diamonds.

They were being smuggled out of the
country by someone named Rose.

He crashed his car and is now in
hospital.

Interesting. How did you get them?

I happened to be in the right place at
the right time.

Excuse me, Miss Pegram. Yes?

What is it? Shall I take these in for
Mr. Litoff's signature?

Yes.

May I ask why you brought them back?

I assume they'd be worth something to
you.

They are worth something, Mrs. Deed.
They're worth something to anyone, even

you. Say, £5 ,000.

On the most conservative estimate,
they're worth ten times that. I'm not

but I'm not fool enough to sell them on
the open market.

I think it's worth £5 ,000 to get them
back.

Mr. Litoff would like to speak to you.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir, Pegram here.

Wrong, sir. I don't follow.

Follow my foot. Why hasn't the Bulaway
of Copper deal gone through?

We're waiting for Wall Street, sir.

We? I am waiting.

Then say, sir, you're not a queen or an
archbishop. Wall Street or not, I want

the deal to go through today.
Understand?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Steed, as I understand it, the basis
of blackmail is that the person you're

blackmailing has performed a criminal
act.

The only person that you're in a
position to blackmail is Rhodes.

Does he have little or no money? I think
you're wasting your time.

I'd be willing to bet.

But you'd say you never met him.

Rhodes? He's an employee like myself.

I don't see the similarity.

The suit of that line would be equally
unrewarding.

Rhodes stole the diamonds and presumably
was taking them out of the country.

Why didn't you tell the police?

You don't know much about the lit -off
organisation, do you, Mr Steed?

Nobody does.

Now, that's what's so intriguing.

In a day's trading in this office, we
handle monies worth 5 to 15 million

sterling. Yes, one moment.

Loss of 50 ,000 is negligible.

Miss Pegram? Yes?

Would you possibly speak to Vicelli
again?

Is it urgent?

He says it is, yes.

Will you excuse me?

See Vicelli?

Yes.

Yes. As we agreed.

I am speaking to Mr. Letoff.

I thought it might lead to the... No,
sir.

It doesn't.

If it's not worth five thousand for the
diamond, maybe it's worth it for me to

say nothing.

I'll put it to Mr. Litoff at our next
conference.

You may call tomorrow.

How about noon, then? You can offer me a
drink.

It would be a... A pleasure?

As good a way as any of saying goodbye.

Mr. Steve, you've forgotten something.

Thank you.

Any change?

That'll be the day.

A few weeks before he opens his mouth
again.

Well, I'll have to change his dressings.
It'll take 20 minutes.

Time for you to pop into the canteen
before it shuts.

I mustn't leave the bedside.

Oh, I won't write a report about it.

Nobody's likely to steal him while I'm
here.

You sure?

Go on.

All right.

Thanks. I'll only be about five minutes.

Fine, fine.

A man in a doctor's housecoat and a
mask.

Correction, an educated man.

How do you know?

He knew enough about medicine to check
Rhodes' temperature and pulse and to

enter it in the correct column.

Educated and enterprising. Very.

Motive obvious to prevent Rhodes
talking.

Steed.

All right.

Don't tell me.

They found some hairs on Rhodes' suit.

Blonde, brunette, or redhead? Blonde.

A specimen of Russian wolfhound.

A portsoy.

Which one was Rhodes' car?

Oh, it's not here.

Hello?

What happened?

I had a call.

They said it was the police.

Come to pick up Rhodes' wreck. It
sounded phony.

And a few minutes later, bingo.

Well, the car's gone.

Oh, I'm sorry.

That's not your fault. Don't worry.

It's almost reassuring. Oh, how come?
Well, it means they're getting worried.

Oh, careful.

Did you see anybody?

No, not at all.

Well, what do they want with the car?

That split off.

Where? In the balcony.

Up or down?

Down.

Ascot Gold Cup, 57.

That was his horse phase, bought a
couple of stables.

Where's he?

Talking to the jockey on number eight.

Oh, last.

When was this?

36, 37.

Gee, that's more than 30 years ago.

It's the best they've got.

Oh, well, shall we rewind it or go on to
Popeye?

A complete waste of time.

All I've seen is the back of his head
and the tips of the fingers of his left

hand. He's very retired.

Hmm, so I've learnt.

Have you read this morning's Times?

Not yet.

Coffee? Please.

There's something rather interesting in
it.

Hmm.

Cocktail party at... No, that's not it.

Ah, this is it. At last night's
performance at Cotton Garden, the

Madam Standing Ovation are here.

Also present was Mr. Alex Litoff,
accompanied by his niece, Miss Judy

Very interesting.

Black or white?

White, please.

Now, she is an assistant at... The Thai
boutique behind Bond Street.

How do you know?

I had a look at the memo pad beside your
phone. I'm an insatiable reader.

Well, anyway.

She went to Rodine and Somerville, which
means we have a great deal in common.

But you weren't at Rodine or Somerville.

I was.

Now...

Looking

or buying?

Friend, husband, lover.

Does it make any difference to the tie?

Certainly. Colour of hair, colour of
eyes, disposition.

It's our belief that a man should change
his neckcloth as often as he changes

his mood. We're opposed to the old idea
of a man buying a tie and then just

wearing it until you can't see the
original for egg stains and gravy and

sauce, etc.

What's this one?

The olden onions.

Olden onions? What are they?

The old boys' tie for people who've
never been to school.

The old Etonians and Horovians, they all
have their ties.

This is the neckwear for the self -made
man.

Anon, school of hard knocks.

I see.

Then we have a range of ties that look
exactly like famous clubs and regiments,

but aren't quite.

A current favourite is the Irish guards
with the fig leaf on just for luck, so

to speak.

I'll take this one.

Good choice.

Short silk, Italian import.

Gift wrap? Please.

Aren't you Judith Challerin?

Yes, that's right. I thought so. We were
at school together.

Were we?

Mm -hmm.

I'm Emma.

Emma? Emma... You're not the girl who
climbed the clock tower and put the

unmentionable on the top of the... Do
you know, I can still see the sun

on it.

And the head girl called the whole
school to give three chairs for the

who bought it down.

How is your uncle?

Which one?

The rich one, Mr. Lit... Litvanov?

Litov. Litov.

Oh, still as rich as ever.

Is he still an invalid?

Mm, kidney trouble.

We went to the opera the other night.

Businessmen. We arrived late and had to
leave before the last scene.

Do you know, I've seen Farr three times
and I still don't know what happens to

him in the end.

There we are.

Cash or account?

Account, please. And would you send it
to this address?

Certainly. I read that he was leaving
London.

Who, Uncle Ali?

Never.

He was born an Armenian, but he's
British to the core.

Excuse me.

And the devil claims his soul.

I beg your pardon?

Pardon?

What's the best price you can offer for
bagel tools?

And another 10 ,000 previn.

1 ,500. You go at 45 US dollars.

And you get 27 shillings for 5 ,000.

Just the fact, nothing better than 26.

Is that the last 5 ,000? Yes. Do we
accept?

Take it.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Steve. Good
morning, Glover. No dog today?

He's had his walk, son.

Is Feagrim expecting me? She is, sir.

Tell me, Glover, what is Mr. Litoff
like?

Oh, the kindest of men, sir. A privilege
to work for.

Hello, Paris.

Hold on.

Mr.

Steve, madam. Thank you, Glover.

Here we are again, Miss Feagrim.

Are we in business?

I put your proposition to Mr. Littorf.

The authorized payment of 4 ,000 pounds.
4 ,000? I thought we talked about 5

,000. Once Mr. Littorf has made a
decision, I'm not empowered to amend it.

can't you go back and ask him if he
could... It wouldn't be any good, Mr.

This is not a street market.

I'm not entirely satisfied.

You could always put those diamonds on
the market, if you did.

You should have to prosecute, of course.

Or you could have me knocked on the head
and taken back.

Come, come, Mr. Steed. Those are hardly
business methods.

Shall we hold?

Fill. Fill.

Very good.

Once again, Mr. Steed, I must repeat
that you know very little about the

organization. Fear of publicity isn't
necessarily an indication of honesty.

It would be wrong to say that publicity
is feared.

It's not thought. There's a difference.

Verbal difference.

I joined the Litoff organization 14
years ago as a chartered accountant.

A woman in a world of pinstripe and gray
flannel. An alien. Mr. Litoff gave me a

job and taught me everything I know.

But if he were to die tomorrow, my name
would mean nothing. Shunning publicity,

you see, can have its disadvantages.

You resent that?

No, but my vanity would like to be fed
occasionally.

Credit where it's due.

Exactly. He's a remarkable man.

Very remarkable.

Excuse me.

I can't sign that. That's Mr. Litoff's
personal account.

He's had his nap. You can go in now.
Very good.

Well, Mr. Steed, 4 ,000.

You're a very good businesswoman.

Didn't you say something about a drink?

Help yourself.

Can I give you one?

Not before sundown.

Alex, you're incorrigible.

You live to be a hundred.

You know Sir James. James Arnall.

Drop your bedside manner a moment,
James.

This is John Steed. How do you do, sir?

I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Steed. Not
that there looks to be much I can do for

you. I hope not.

We've never met, but I know you by
reputation.

Hard -earned, I assure you. Not that I
believe in rating surgeons like

restaurants. Sir James Arnall, three
cross spoons.

Scalpel, surely.

How is Mr. Letoff?

Well, surprisingly well, considering how
you maltreat him.

How long was your evening conference
yesterday?

Under an hour. And the morning one?

A little longer.

And there he goes, gallivanting off to
the opera. It's too much.

Restricted to one conference a day, and
he must be in bed by ten. Yes, I know,

Sir James, but... Talk to him.

Persuade him.

If he has not a stroke, I warn you,
they'll be dusting off the obituary

It's a disgusting thought, Mr. Seed,
that they're all written, waiting to be

produced, and shuffled like a hand of
cards.

I'll speak to Glover about it. He's the
only one who has any influence on him.

Yes, sir?

When Wiseman calls from New York, tell
him I want to speak to him.

Yes, sir.

Keep that old quack out of here.

Talks about me as though I was an old
Roy.

Yes, sir.

Are you in this crazy business, Mr.
Steve? Well, I'm allied to it.

It's ridiculous.

The pursuit of wealth far greater than
anybody could possibly need.

One's only hope is in some kind of
physical and mental simplicity.

I'm sure you're right.

Should you need me, I'll be in my
surgical pod.

After that, I'll be at home or at Harris
Brothers.

They're having a reception.

We'll see you tomorrow, Sir James.

I'll walk along with you, Mr. Steed.
Right.

It was a pleasure doing business with
you, Miss Pegram. Hope to meet you again

soon. Without being rude, Mr.

Steed. I hope not.

Oh, I don't know. I enjoyed our little
chats.

Sir James is waiting downstairs, sir.
Oh, good. Business concluded?

Most satisfactory.

Charming lady. We got on splendidly. By
the way, did you ever know a fellow

called Rhodes?

Vaguely, sir. He was connected with the
charitable Holmes Entertainment.

Always telling jokes.

Yes, sir. Rather tedious gentleman, sir.

Did he have anything to do with Dan,
sir?

Good gracious, no, sir. The dogs are my
responsibility and mine alone.

I see.

Dogs?

Sir? You said dogs. Do you have more
than one?

Oh, I beg your pardon, yes.

It was a force of habit.

We did have two, but one of them,
Bellhound, died.

Tragic loss.

Oh, dear, oh, dear. Well, goodbye.

Good day.

I'd like to see Miss Pegram.

Have you an appointment, madam?

No. I suggest you write, stating your
business.

It's important.

So is Miss Pegram's time. That's why she
can't be disturbed.

Tell her I'm Dusty Rhodes' widow.

It wouldn't make the slightest
difference.

What is it, lover?

It's Dusty's widow, madam.

She wanted to speak to you, and I was
just telling her. Come in.

I'm sorry. I had no idea Mr. Rhodes'
injuries were so serious.

Without regaining consciousness.

Isn't that the phrase?

Very convenient.

I can understand you're feeling bitter,
but I can't understand why you're here

or how I can help.

He told me a lot about those Swiss trips
he was making.

Why don't you sit down?

Must be open season for blackmail.
You're the second this week.

Mrs. Rhodes, your husband did something
which, to put it crudely, would have

cost him his job had he lived.

However, as he was still in our employ,
we shall, of course, grant you an

annuity. It won't be a fortune.

I shall need more than that.

You see, I know where Bellhound is.

Bellhound is dead.

My husband was supposed to kill him, but
Dusty was an animal lover.

Not the only thing we had in common.

Bellhound. Still alive?

Hello? Who is it?

I know you're here, so why not say
something?

The doctor says he suffers from heart
trouble.

He should know.

But his niece says he suffers from
kidney trouble.

She should know.

You pay your penny and you take your
choice.

I suggest that you break into Sir
James's car.

You do?

Get hold of his little black bag and
find out what treatment he's been giving

him. Fine. What sort of car?

Rolls. And where will it be?

Parked out by Harris Brothers for cigar
merchants.

Chauffeur? No.

Oh. And where will you be?

With Sir James.

Where else?

Swiss. Excellent.

Interesting. Mild.

Intriguing. Anything else?

Mass -produced.

The conveyor belt.

Not the sweaty thigh.

It is not fair.

Sir James.

Mr. Steed.

This is a very pleasant surprise.

I didn't know you were so calm, ma 'am.
Do you know Juanita Harris?

Augusto es mio, senor.

No, please.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Why the jungle music?

One of Pedro's little eccentricities.
The Spanish word cigarra means cigarra.

Interesting. Can I smoke?

Yes. Tell me about this dream of yours.
Dream? A simple life away from the

stresses of the lit -up household.

Oh, that.

Asia, perhaps.

Yes, Asia.

A clinic where one's skilled, such as it
is, can be put to better use than it is

in London.

I can hardly see your patience allowing
that.

My dear fellow, can you conceive how one
longs to get away from fatter

degenerates, gluttonous sybrites?

We smoke 14 cigars per head per year.
The Dutch smoke 200.

Let's even up the score a bit, shall we?

What did you find out?

Cardiac arrest four years ago.

Enlarged left ventricle. Heart's very
unsound.

Do you know anyone who owns a port,
sorry?

No.

I think I do.

Too late, I'm afraid.

The dog left in a hurry.

Sure.

Anybody home?

Oh, good evening, Mrs Rhodes.

No, I'm afraid she just dropped out for
a minute. Oh, I've called for the dog.

Answer for the name of Bellhound.

Three pounds of meat, half a biscuit and
at least one bone.

Oh, yes.

No, she's changed her mind, I'm afraid.

What? It's not half an hour since she
phoned. Must be tonight and couldn't

Oh, dearie me.

Well, will that cover it?

Handsomely. Thank you.

You're sure?

Quite sure.

Well, if you say so, sir. Good night,
Mum.

Oh, bellhound. What breed of dog was
that?

Russian wolfhound, Borzoi.

Thank you.

Sure.

Curious, sir. And curious, sir.

Mr. Steed.

Looking for something, Mr. Steed?

As a matter of fact, I am, Miss Pegram,
a dog.

A portsoy called Bellhound.

You conducted a ceremony for a friend of
mine recently.

My dear, they all come here eventually.

Bellhound, Mr. Litoff's portsoy. Over
here.

Splendid creature.

Lovely lady.

Lady?

Yes, I think so.

When did Mr. Lethoff die?

He passed away some few days ago, sir.
Who killed him?

Killed him?

It was the third coronary that took him.

Oh, really, Cluffers?

Mr. Lethoff had been here for some
considerable time.

You've only to ask Sir James.

All the same, when he died, you became
pretty rich. Miss Pegram is very

experienced in the financial field.

Anyway, we'd all have gone in death
duties. Seems so pointless.

As a matter of interest, how much do you
expect to clean up? Clean up, sir.

Collect.

The last time I worked it out, my share
was in excess of 11 million pounds.

11 million?

Give or take a few hundred thousand.

Then there's not much point in my
offering you a bride.

No, sir.

I could, however, offer you one.

How did you bribe Litov's niece, the one
in the tie shop?

My niece, sir.

Quite a promising performance, I
believe.

How old are you, Glover?

Sixty -five, sir. A fit sixty -five.

Fifteen years in jail. A conservative
estimate that takes you to eighty. A

trifle aged to enjoy all those millions.

And I say fifteen years. I'm assuming
you can prove your innocence of murder.

I told you Mr.

Litov had a colony.

Not Litov.

Dusty Rhodes.

He died of his injuries.

He was murdered. So was his wife.

I'm sorry, sir. I don't believe you. How
are you going to spend all this money?

I hardly like to say. Why not?

You'll think less of me.

No, I won't.

It's the power that excites me, Mr.
Steele.

I want to be ill -mannered and rude and
uncouth and order people about,

especially women.

I look forward to being excessively rude
to a considerable number of handsome

women.

Just because they're dogs and cats,
anyone with the price of a spade can

grave any time he wants to.

I want clearance on Mr. Litoff's private
plane.

Litoff.

L -I -T -O -F -F.

To leave for Zurich within the hour.

Right.

Don't panic, lover.

Official wheels turn very slowly.

I'm frightened.

Don't be.

It's the element of chance.

If I hadn't been to the graves... Oh,
never mind that. Any sign of Sir James?

No, madam. Must be the traffic. Keep an
eye out for him.

Well, I only went there to lay a small,
thorough tribute.

One's last respects.

You understand, madam.

Leaving? Don't flatter yourself, Steve.
We were leaving anyway.

Obviously been planning it for some
time, wouldn't you say, Bellheim?

I'm an ideas man, Steve. That's why
Litoff employed me.

It all becomes quite clear now. Glover
can go around being rude to people. You

can prove you were the power behind the
throne. And Sir James, well, I must say

he surprised me. I may even say
disappointed me.

He was a hard nut to crack.

Took me five years to find his weak
spot.

The clinic.

You can get a lot of clinic for 12
million.

That'll be him now.

Mr. Little?

Correct. The pedigree kennel. I've come
to collect the dogs. Follow me.

Yes?

The lady from the kennels, madam.

That's the dog's lover.

Do you have any baskets or rugs?

Yes, in the hall.

What's the game?

She was at the pet cemetery.

Oh.

Where's Steed?

Would you like to join him?

There's something to be said for an
elaborate hairstyle.

What exactly?

Hairpins.

Not me.

Hey, perfect for the job.

What is it? Solid gold toothpick of a
quest for my Uncle Joe.

Sorry.

If it was Glover we just had to deal
with, we'd put down a charm. What about

James? Well, nor him.

But with the three of them... Miss
Peagroom is the tough one.

Rubbish! We can't kill them. It's
against my whole code of life. The

Oath. I'll offer you a percentage of my
cut say.

Another two million. And I'll make it
fine. I don't want your money.

Well, couldn't we take them with us?

Don't be stupid.

But why not? And leave them stranded
somewhere.

Yes.

You think so?

We'll take them with us and drop them
off somewhere.

Somewhere over the sea.

12 .15.

Body exhumed from London Pet Cemetery.

Definitely identified as Alex Litov,
Armenian financier.

We'll use the roof exit.

I'll meet you up there.

Please, sir.

The gun.

It really isn't necessary.

Our dreams have forsaken us, Glover.

They have, sir.

Guilt -edged bonds?

Unnegotiable.

Home, James.

I assume you wish me to go, too, sir?

I'm afraid so, Glover.

After you, madam.

Oh, no, Glover.

After you.

Madam.

Completely abandoned.

Well, we couldn't just leave them there,
could we?

Couldn't we?

Well, I'll think of something.

Will you?

How about a pair of bath mats?

His and hers.

I bought you a present.

That's very generous of you, Mrs. Peel.

One thing still puzzles me. That boy's
on little intercom.

Lover?

Some butler.

He comes from an old theatrical family.

Very good at imitation, bird impression.

Why, don't you like it?

How about it's special for you?

Mrs. Beale, I'm an Englishman and
therefore a dog lover.

But I prefer not to have dogs either in
my domain or upon my neckline.

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