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Here we are, Your Excellency.

The penthouse suite.

You'll find your luggage in your room.
Thank you.

This is really most pleasant, Mrs. Gale.

Mellon, don't you agree?

Quite superb, sir, quite.

There's a marvellous view of the city
from the terrace.

Ah, Marine Yvancet.

Very good.

With the compliments of the hotel.

We hope you'll enjoy your stay.

We are sure, Mrs. Gale, that with
someone as...

Charming as yourself, we shall have a
delightful time.

Thank you.

Ali.

Oh, Mellon, get rid of that case. Yes,
sir.

And now, Mrs. Gale, the view.

Pardon.

London. It is the most reassuring of
cities.

Yes.

There are many places I'd like to visit,
but I don't think I'd like to live

anywhere else but here.

We are sure, Mrs. Gale, that everyone
feels so about his own country.

Come.

If the food is as breathtaking as that
view, my lord, we shall be more than

content. His Excellency prides himself
on being something of a gourmet. I don't

think Your Excellency will be
disappointed.

All right, my lord, get yourself a
drink. Thank you, sir.

We've placed the penthouse kitchens
entirely at your disposal. And the three

chefs we've engaged are amongst the
finest in the world. Who are they?

Lucien Chapelet, Umberto Equi, and
Sebastian Stone Martin.

Umberto Equi? Ah. You've heard of him?
His pastas are world famous.

And Lucien Chapelet? He's a pastry cook.

But I don't know this Sebastian Stone
Martin.

He's English, Your Excellency, a chef de
viande. I think you'll find him

excellent. If you say so, Mrs. Gale.

So, to a pleasant stay.

To a very good health.

Well.

Hey, watch what you do. This much is the
value of work. With my neck, huh?

Instant cake mixer.

What do you say, you 19th century
spaghetti maker?

Dignity, gentlemen, dignity.

Let us remember where we are.

I know where I am.

London's finest.

Iced water and television in every room,
but in here?

Let's go.

To each his own, Lucian.

But, Umberto, do try and keep your wood
out of the way. All right, all right,

all right.

Let me introduce you to our new chef de
viande.

Sebastian.

Coming, Mr. Abartner.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

And your stove.

Yes, she's a thing of beauty, eh?

She's different.

I'm Lucien Chaplet.

I'm Sebastian Stone -Martin. All right,
get on with your work. Now, is the gatto

almost finished?

I still have one or two things to do.
Why is he here? He's just arrived.

Well, he left you with. This is very
intricate.

Some birthday?

Loyalty. Really?

The emir Abdullah Aqaba, a barrel of oil
a second. And at least one bullet a

week. That's one of the hazards of his
profession.

Oh, such impatience, I don't understand.

What do you mean, impatience? Well, he's
an old man, and he's very sick.

No, I'm virtual.

That's backstairs gossip.

All right, so you tell me why he's here,
huh? A simple checkup. Yeah, with Dr.

Spender, one of the world's best
hospices. Well, he can afford the best.

He may need the best.

Oh, really?

Same old pantomime.

Now, would you tell the Emir that Sir
Ralph Spender is here and would like to

see him?

How nice to see you again.

Brigadier.

I'm sorry about Ali, but as you know, we
can't be too careful. Well, you seem to

forget that my job is to keep the emir
alive. Yes, of course. Well, how is he,

by the way?

See for yourself.

Very good, your Excellency.

Ah, our dear Spender.

How nice.

It's always a pleasure to see your
Excellency. And a surprise.

And now you're being unkind.

This is Mrs. Gale. She is what the hotel
calls our social director, Sir Ralph

Spencer. How do you do?

Mrs. Gale.

Sir Ralph and his fellow practitioners
have been prophesying my death for

but we still manage to defy them.

And more power to you for it. But I do
think... Well, don't.

I'll tell you when to be professionally
grave.

Mellor, glass of champagne for the
doctor.

For you, Mrs. Gale? No, thank you.

Your Excellency.

Brandy, of course.

Mrs. Gale, we should like to see the
chefs.

Yes, of course, Your Excellency. If
you'll excuse me, I'll fetch them.

Spender, bring your drink and come and
see this view. It really is superb.

It's rather a stiff one, isn't it? I'm
afraid that's the way he likes them.

You shouldn't, you know.

So you have been telling us for years.

And so has your religion.

Well, what is it?

A recurrence of the old trouble?

I am afraid so.

Then why the devil didn't you come and
see me earlier?

And raise the alarm, Doctor.

We would rather die.

A vintage burgundy in the company of a
beautiful woman. And it birthed Bugino.

That's my recipe for a pearly meal.

Now we'll let that get on with it for a
little while, eh?

Where were you before you come here?

Maria Cristina in Mexico City.

You know it?

Langostinos con mantequilla. That's it.
Crepe is cooked in butter.

Ah, delicious.

Served with a good dry French wine.

Perhaps Chevalier Montrachet 52, eh?

Exactement. Gentlemen, gentlemen.

We are to be presented to the emir. The
cake is not ready yet.

Oh. Will it be long?

One minute, maybe two.

Well, while we're waiting, Mr.
Arbuthnot, I might as well tell you how

routine is going to work.

Now, the menus will be planned a day in
advance, and the various cuts of meat,

fish, and so on selected will be kept in
the food locker in your office until

required. And the lock and key, of
course.

You think I may be going to a steel
estate, huh?

The cupboard must be kept locked, I'm
afraid, but I'm sure the key will always

be available to you. Yes, I shall have
it.

And incidentally, Mrs. Gale, please feel
free to use my office as and when you

wish. Thank you.

Now, the dishes must be prepared without
the assistance of any other member of

the kitchen staff.

And when the dish is ready, it must be
shown to you, Mr. Arbuthnot, before it

goes to the Emir's table.

Oh, yes, I shall supervise everything.

But why all this nonsense, Mrs. Gale?

Order some batter.

Now, umber.

Royal personages.

are entitled to the utmost courtesy and
consideration.

Yeah, what you mean is, if he eats a
piece of their cake and then dies, we'll

know who's to blame, eh?

Oh, really, you talk as though someone
were trying to poison him.

Well, they haven't done too well with
bullets, have they?

Eh, voila!

Here, what the devil?

What was

this for?

For me.

Are you sure it was not meant for me?
Oh, of course not.

Then why be so superstitious?

I don't like to advertise the fact that
I suffer from heartburn.

It doesn't encourage my patients to have
any confidence in me.

Look here, if your heavy -fisted guard
is going to bless me any further, you

get yourself another doctor.

Then let us see if one will be
necessary.

Vigilance is unfortunately necessary.

We live under the constant threat of
assassination.

Well, your politics are no concern of
mine. No.

Only my health.

Mrs. Gale? Your Excellency, I have the
chef's waiting.

May I present Mr. Arbuthnot, our master
chef.

Your Excellency.

And what is your speciality?

Poisson. Sole à la normand.

A good bouillabaisse?

Of course, Your Excellency. Good.

And you are?

Sebastian Stone Martin, Your Excellency,
Chef de Viande.

Canard à l 'orange.

And Faison à la longue dossière. Ah,
that we must have.

As Your Excellency pleases.

And you are Umberto Equi?

Yes, Your Excellency. Cassagna,
Calerone, Ravioli.

Vertuccine, Tagliatelle. Ah, delicious.

Your Excellency. Yes, Doctor? Might I
suggest that you confine yourself to a

light diet until I have completed my
examination?

Well, gentlemen, it must be as the
Doctor commands.

What is this?

A small token of our high esteem, Your
Excellency. But this is magnificent.

The work of an artist.

Lucien Chapelet.

I congratulate you. Merci, Monsieur.

It is permitted.

I don't think that that could cause any
irreparable harm.

A knife, then.

Who has a knife?

Your Excellency.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Gale.

Hello, Josie. What are you doing here?

What if Mr. Abel's not?

He's still out in the penthouse.

Did you want something?

No, well, you see, I've run out of
silver polish, so I need a bit more.

What about all this?

Ah, yeah, but I wouldn't want to take
that without asking, now, would I?

No, I'm sure you wouldn't.

Here.

I'll take full responsibility.

Thanks.

Enjoying yourself?

I'm having a marvellous time.

Checking off foodstuffs in the kitchen
is something I've always wanted to do.

Ah.

It's fascinating, especially when you
know it's in the national interest.

All right, then. That's why I asked you
to take on the job. You were very

convincing.

Middle East ferment, balance of power,
essential oil supplies for the Western

world. And a new contract being
negotiated by the British government.

And what was that last piece de
resistance, the touching bit, about the

man fighting a lone battle? I wasn't
joking. He is alone. He's surrounded by

enemies. I'm not surprised.

He's an ill -tempered, vain, selfish old
devil. His personality isn't important.

Ah, but he's all well. Now, look here.

This thing could blow up in our faces if
he's assassinated.

That's not likely to happen with
laughing boy around.

Arlie? You know what happened to
Spender?

Yeah, you can't even take an aspirin in
the royal presence without being

suspected of assassinating him.

Hey, come on. We'd better keep going.

Go.

Stoke Martin.

Where'd you get that name?

I got it from a bird.

Take this to the kitchen. Deliver it to
Lucia. No one else, remember? To Lucia.

Now, gentlemen, this evening, if
excellency, we'll take vichyssoise, a

bonfemme, a small filet mignon, medium,
Sebastian.

Yes, Mr. Abbottman. A salad with a rock
-poor dressing, which I shall prepare,

and a crepe Suzette.

No pasta, no ravioli. An intelligent
man, the emir.

Right.

Now, if you'll come with me, I'll give
you the various ingredients.

All right, Mrs. Gale?

Yes, it's all there, Mr. Albert Knott.
You've got tonight's menu?

Just starting.

Good. The key's in the door. Thank you
very much.

Right.

Oh, thank you, Annie.

Josie. Oh, wait a minute.

Take this, will you, Josie?

Oh, Lucienne, I take.

Oh, well, sue yourself.

Down there.

Oh, are you a penalty? We're there.

Well, that's where he works. You can
leave it there. It's okay.

So what's the matter? Something wrong
with him? Oh, all right. You can leave

there. You'll get it.

All this fuss for a lousy cake.

Hey, Roberto.

Roberto wants me. I'm on my break. Okay?
No, no, no. First, you come here. Come

here.

Here. You clean that.

All right.

Kill disaster.

Kill disaster.

Who brought this down here?

Dead man.

What man?

Dead man from the Emir.

Where's the cover?

Jersey's got it. I told her to clean it.
You take what?

It was dirty.

You had no right. The cake was right.
Look, they ate all they was, so what's

matter? You had no right to do that to
me. Oh, never, never. I don't do

for you again. Never, never, never.

There, now it's covered. Now you have
it.

I've taken enough from you, you, you,
you, you, you.

Temperament, temperament, please.

Shut up.

Shut up, please. There was a lousy cake
anyway. Now look here, Umberto. We

cannot keep having these temperaments.
Fingers, fingers, please.

Lucian, I want a word with you.

Now look, I know it was horribly mean of
him, but you mustn't take it to heart,

Lucian. Why not? It was my cake. It
should not interfere. Now, look.

There's work to be done.

The M .E .S. dinner.

Miller.

Sir?

What time is our appointment with
Spender? Ten o 'clock tomorrow morning,

Excellency.

Then a good night's sleep would be
politic.

This view is even more magnificent by
night.

We recommend it to you, Mellor.

Solitude is good for the soul.

Good night, Your Excellency.

Once a day, His Excellency has decided
to have grapefruit chauffeur. Yes.

Cannelloni. Uh -huh.

A salad with a thousand island dressing.
Yes.

And flambé bananas.

Yes.

Where's Lucien? He went to the... He
went to the bakery, Mr. Abadnod. Oh,

really? This is most inconsiderate of
him. And how am I to issue the supplies

if... Bananas, Mr.

Abadnod. It's all right. Oh, later,
Josie, later. No, this is important.

forget. I happen to be in the middle of
a staff meeting. Yeah, but somebody's

broken into the cleaning room. I
don't... They've what?

Yeah, last night it must have been
broken.

What's missing?

Nothing, I don't think.

Don't you know, girl? No.

I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me,
Mrs. Gale. Yes, of course.

What about the supplies, Mr. Abernoth?

Oh, yes.

Would you mind, Mrs. Gale?

I shall probably be all morning. No,
don't.

Go on, girl.

Well and well, girl.

What can I supply you with?

Later, Mrs. Cairnfest. I've got to light
my oven.

It seems strange someone broke into the
cleaning room without taking anything.

There's nothing to take. It's just the
room where they clean things.

Then why did they break in?

Doctor's orders, Your Excellency.

You had to drink this as soon as you got
back from the hospital.

I'd tentatively planned on going to the
theatre this evening with some friends.

May I have your permission?

No!

Your Excellency... Dispose of this!

We might reconsider.

Certainly, sir.

X -rays, blood tests, cardiographs.

It's not a problem, Melorov, holding our
country together.

The difficulty is holding this.

We should have drunk that.

The doctor ordered it.

It was your duty to see that we did.

Why did you not do so?

But, Your Excellency... Are you all I
have said, or are you not?

How many will there be for dinner
tonight, Your Excellency?

Miller, what did you say just now?

Your Excellency?

About going out.

I said I'd like to be gone all the
evening, sir.

Very well, Miller.

You may go.

Thank you, sir.

All right.

That is all.

Yes, Mrs. Gale.

It seems I shall be dining alone this
evening.

Very good, Your Excellency.

How did it go this morning?

Oh, much as I expected.

It's a very sick man, you know.

You knew that before you made the test,
didn't you? Oh, yes, yes. He's been ill

for years.

What exactly is wrong with him?

Well, it might be easy to tell you what
isn't wrong with him.

The trouble is, he won't look after
himself. I mean, he wouldn't even

He would have died years ago if it
hadn't been for Mellor.

Mellor's half English, isn't he?

Yes, from his father.

Do you know Mellor was on the staff when
I first attended the old boy? That was

years ago.

How he sticks it, I really don't know.
The M here treats him abominably.

Excuse me. Yes, of course.

Doctor? It's not good, sir.

We didn't expect it to be.

Well, there have been instances of
marked deterioration during the last

What instances?

Well, the condition of your arteries,
for example, and the liver.

And what does the good doctor recommend?

More of that foul -tasting concoction we
were supposed to take this morning?

We were supposed to take?

We had Melo throw it away.

You know, I don't much mind wasting my
time with you. I've known you a good

years.

But you're throwing away your life, my
friend. You need rest.

Why don't you abdicate? Let one of your
sons take over.

Heavens above, you've got enough of
them.

You are forgetting something, Doctor.

While we live.

We rule.

That is the law in our country.

Then your reign is drawing rapidly to
its close.

A bulletin will shortly be issued
stating that after

extensive medical examinations,

His Excellency the Emir Abdullah Aqaba
has been pronounced physically fit.

What?

Physically fit.

I hope you don't expect me to sign it.

No, Doctor.

It's a political document, not a
certificate of health.

So you see, it doesn't matter what you
say.

I am fit.

Will you dine with me this evening?

Melor is going out, and I don't much
care to be alone.

Besides, we would like to discuss with
you these deteriorations.

I should be delighted.

Good.

That is truly disgusting.

What is it, for the cat?

It's for cannelloni, food for the gods.

And for men, not decadent egg -white
whippers like yourselves.

That an elephant could make.

This requires genius.

This is for cream puffs like Albert
Knott. Oh, it's lovely, Mr.

Lucian. It's beautiful.

You should put the cannelloni on the
fire, don't you, Lord?

Ignorant armadizer, one day I'll burn
you to a crisp in there. No, no, no, no.

Don't leave all this lying about you,
Berto.

Look, in one minute you can put it away.
I'm nearly finished.

Where's the key?

You gave it to Mrs. Gale. Oh, yes, of
course, sir, I did.

Mr. Abbott, not.

What is there you're having for dinner
tonight? A pheasant and a lawn dossier,

and Sebastian will make it.

Suddenly there was none of this imperial
weed stuff anymore.

Just a lonely old man, not wanting to be
alone.

He's no fraud, you mean.

Mella's always been there. Not tonight.
He's going to the theatre.

Is he?

He's being alone, yet despises and
distrusts everyone around him. He's as

afraid of them as they are of him.

Yes, but he goes to such ridiculous
lengths.

In what way?

Well, he's known Fender for about ten
years. Ali always frisks him before

allowing him into the presence.

Well, Ali would frisk his own father.

Yes, but he acts on orders.

Trouble is, he carries them to such
ridiculous lengths.

Yesterday, for example, Ali had to bring
the cake trolley down to the kitchen.

He would not part with it until he'd
handed it over to Lucy. Really?

A gun.

Oh, forgive me, Mrs Gale. Have you the
key to the cupboard?

Oh, yes.

Here it is. Thank you.

By the way, have you seen Sebastian?

Excuse me.

She's in the kitchen.

Sebastian.

Coming, Mr. Arbuthnot.

Anything I can do for you, Mr.
Arbuthnot?

What are you doing?

The Emmy is having the phasing this
evening.

Good.

Well, was anything taken from the
cleaning room?

Not a thing, thank goodness.

I don't mind what they take from the
Silverworth storage room. That's not my

responsibility. But the cleaning rooming
cupboard is.

Anyway, nothing was taken.

I'm so busy.

Wouldn't be too sure if it was him.

You keep an eye on things. I'm going to
go over to Josie. Right.

How's it for you, then?

Are you Josie?

Yes. I've had a good deal about you.

I've been out. Yes, I have. Can you do
me a small favour?

That depends what it is, doesn't it?

Yeah. There was a cake tray brought in
last evening. Brought in here?

I brought it in.

You did? Where is it? Yeah, it's over
here.

I've got everything.

Oh, yeah.

Who are you, then, eh?

I'm the Emya Akabar's grand vizier.
What's that?

When did you clean it?

Last night, of course.

Thoroughly? Yeah.

Inside and out?

Mind your own business.

She only started to develop when she
took up weightlifting.

Let's end this. Pull in there.

Well, if they're all the same...

All right, all right.

Umberto, we can't keep Warranty waiting,
you know. You can't hurry, can you? All

right, let's have it on the tray.

All right, now, is it ready? Let's have
a look.

You know, Umberto, these clothes should
be changed twice a day. Oh, twice a day,

twice a day.

Now, is it ready?

Now, I'm ready.

Right.

The Emmy is lunch. You great big
steaming nit.

Get out, Sebastian.

I'm going to clean this up.

You're kind of lonely, gentlemen.

No, Your Excellency.

Poached eggs?

There was an accident in the kitchen a
few minutes ago, Your Excellency. Due

entirely to my negligence.

You're kind of lonely. It was the
casualty.

I'm very sorry.

So are we.

You are to prepare the Faison à la Longo
Fienne for tonight. Yes, I am, Your

Excellency. My speciality.

Then we shall not pronounce sentence on
you for this.

until we have tasted the pheasant.

So your fate is in your own hands. Your
Excellency is most generous. Oh, yes,

indeed, Your Excellency. Most generous
indeed, Your Excellency. Yes, indeed,

may go, Sebastian.

If you'll excuse me, Your Excellency,
I'll give the flambe bananas safe

in the kitchen. That might be wise.

They are coming up, and he is going
down.

I wasn't prepared for whiskey.

Something came down from the penthouse
in that cake cover.

Too embarrassing?

No, I don't think it was for him.

But wasn't he alone in the kitchen when
the trolley came down?

Then it wouldn't have been necessary to
have gone in the cleaning room. It could

easily have taken whatever it was in the
kitchen.

Who sent it? Well, the trolley was
intended for him, but it could just as

be our butt's nut.

Who sent it down?

One of the upstairs brigade.

Now, the point is, what is it?

Poison? Variety.

I have to be tasteless and odorous,
otherwise you'd spot it at once. Unless

tastes exactly like something else.

Such as?

Mushrooms.

Mmm. Delicious.

Mellor. Yes, sir? We want this recipe.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, man.

Come with me.

Mmm.

Colonel Looney, was it an accident?

Who can say? It looked like it. Where
are the mushrooms now? In Albert Knut's

office, locked in the cupboard. And will
they be used tonight?

But of course, Sebastian will need them
for the façade.

Good. But the doctor is dining with him
tonight.

Then he must die as well.

When do I get my money?

It's not all here. No.

You get the other half when you've
removed what remains of the mushrooms.

But that was not in the agreement. It is
now.

They must be removed from the cupboard
tonight.

How?

I don't care.

No!

The damage will have been done.

Garnished, gentlemen. That's the secret
of the Faison à la langue dossier. Now,

the one is prepared separately. Tomatoes
and aubergine. The other, chopped

onions, celery and raw ham, is prepared
with the bird. Seasoned with a little

salt and pepper.

A tijin of bay leaves.

And a smertz of thyme.

And then you have... Excuse me, please.
Thank you very much.

Open up.

And, uh, that's all.

Oh, my dear chap, a part of a gun.
There's the other garnish to add, and

the sauces to prepare. When it's all
added up, it's hermetically sealed and

allowed to stew in its own juices. And
when it's finished?

If you whisper to it nicely, the flesh
falls from the bones.

As you would say, stupendissimo.

It transports one out of this world.

You must forgive me, Your Excellency,
but I was called to the hospital. It was

an emergency.

We feel sorry for you, Doctor, to have
missed such a meal.

I've never tasted a more magnificent
pheasant.

It was a masterpiece, Doctor.

Oh? Isn't this against your rules?

Consider them waived temporarily.

I would not.

Join us in a bread.

Oh, your excellency is too kind. I'll
have just a drop, feeling festive and

than a little proud.

And so you should. I will say this for
you.

You run a magnificent kitchen.

Oh, your excellency.

That meal was a classic, doctor.

One of the finest we remember.

What do you think has happened?

I don't think it is. We said let us in.

But Sir Arthur telephoned me.

What did he say?

He said come up at once, that's all.

I'm in.

What's happened? You see him here? He's
collapsed.

Is he dead? I don't know. Is the doctor
with him? Yes, he's in there now. He's

been in for quite some time.

He's dead.

What was the cause?

Well, his condition, it might be one of
any number of things.

We'll find out tomorrow. There'll be a
first mortem.

What's happened?

A few moments ago, the M .A .R.
collapsed and died.

It could have happened at any time. You
know that.

It doesn't prevent it from being a
shock.

We must inform the police.

Yes, of course, but not just for the
moment, please.

I'm afraid it's the law.

Mrs. Gale, you must try to understand
the situation in our country. It's

extremely delicate.

The succession must be established
quickly, and the army move to vantage

to prevent any difficulties.

I don't see how notifying our police can
cause difficulties in your country. The

press will be on to this like a shot,
and news travels fast. I think the

brigadier's right, you know. I think
under the circumstances that we should

leave protocol to him. Thank you,
Doctor.

First of all, I must telephone the royal
palace at Ebron and break the news to

the emir's eldest son.

Now, that may take some little time.

Then I shall be only too pleased to
place myself at your disposal.

Very well.

While I'm waiting to get through, I must
ask you all to remain in this

apartment.

Doctor, will you wait in there?

Is this absolutely necessary? I shall
prefer it.

You too, Mr. Arbuthnot.

Oh, really, I must protect you. Please
don't make my task more difficult than

already is.

Mr. Arbuthnot.

Yes?

Until the exact cause of death has been
established, I'll take the key to the

special food locker in your office.

Are you suggesting that I... The key,
Mr. Arbuthnot.

Thank you.

Would you like me to go with them? No.

You stay where you are.

Ali, lock that door.

Please.

Now, Ali.

Disconnect the telephone in my room.

You will wait in there.

We don't want overcrowding. Very
considerate. Not at all. After all, you

special attention. You prepared the
emir's last meal.

Oh, that was a very smooth performance.

Very plausible.

He was quite right. It was perfectly
reasonable.

He was quite right to take precautions,
too.

And it was logical to phone the palace.

Of course, he might be phoning home to
say he pulled it off if the emir was

poisoned. If he was, I've slipped up.

Now, Mella was very anxious to get that
key from our bathroom. If that means

they know that the thing is still in the
cupboard and they're going to try and

get it out, I'd better get to the
kitchen.

It's quite a long way, isn't it?

This is the penthouse.

What's up top?

The main air conditioner units and the
penthouse lift motor. I checked them

week. You're a good little girl.

Do you suffer from vertigo?

It's a very good way to find out.

An hour's delay?

Can't you get through quicker than that?
This is extremely urgent.

Very well, but please try.

An hour.

Ali, I've got a job for you.

Lucille is going to break into the
special food locker in our butler's

for the mushrooms tonight.

You can help him.

Yes. Yes, you've already told me that,
but please try again.

Ali.

Here's the key of the food locker.

You get the mushrooms.

Then get rid of Lucien.

No good, Lucien.

I've got them.

Oh, my God.

I'm out of there, you two.

Slowly. And with your hands up.

Ali!

You killed... All right.

Get him out.

You'll go to prison for this assault.

Cutting to what you'll get for murder.

Sebastian, this will have to be
reported. It will indeed, Mr. Abarthman.

dear.

Well, I can hardly believe that, Mrs.
Gale.

Is this true, Mela?

Hello.

I'll explain later.

Hello?

Oh, is that the royal palace at Ebro?

It isn't.

Oh.

Oh, I must have got the wrong number.
I'm very sorry to trouble you.

I'm afraid you're revolting, friends.

They won't be too pleased when they
realize you made a mess of it.

Bendissimo.

Bene.

Well?

What is it out there?

The amiodarite of natural causes.

The culinary.

Well, what about those mushrooms?

Oh, they were... What's it, Amanita? I
know what it is.

What did you say that again?

Amanita phalloides, wasn't it? That was
it, yes. Well, they're a very lethal

little mushroom.

But they take ten days to take effect,
sometimes longer.

Charming. Yeah, that's what shook Mellor
when the old boy died of a heart

attack. His party just wasn't ready for
the takeover. That was lucky.

What's all this then, eh?

Look, Steve, I can't wait to get as far
away from the kitchen as possible.

But Umberto insisted.

He said he must cook dinner for us, and
I couldn't say no.

Really? Well, I hope he gets a move on.
I haven't eaten for 24 hours. Ah,

Humberto. Now, what have we got here?
I'm starving, Humberto.

Cannoli, spaghetti, ravioli. Do me a
favor, Mr. Steed. I've had that Italian

lock. Now, this is real food. Fish and
chips, mate. We're frying tonight.

Oh.