All language subtitles for The College Girl Murders (1967).720p.BluRay.x264-BiPOLAR

Feed the solution into the glass cage.
We'll see if our experiment is a success.

Mr Kipler...
- What? Alright, now the vaporiser.

More pressure!

It worked. I've done it. A new poison.
Odourless and immediate.

It kills animals
in less than ten seconds.

And also humans.

Humans, Mr Kipler?
- 100 percent efficient.

And no one can resist.
- But, Mr Kipler...

Well? This discovery will make me rich.
- Yes, but don't you see...

how dangerous this poison is?
- Of course I do!

Think of what people could do with it.
- I'll see to it they don't get it!

But if you discover a poison,
you have to report it to the police.

Naturally. Don't you worry about that.
The police will know soon enough.

Now, I would like you to write down
the formula in the register.

I don't feel right about this, Mr Kipler.
It's not my place to tell you what to do,

but I wish I knew what you were up to.
- I said write!

Have you brought the poison?
- Yes, and you'll find it satisfactory.

And here's the book.
I've already tested it.

Death is immediate.
What about the reward?

Wait right here.
You'll get your reward right away.

Thank you, Sir.

Get in there!
- Ah, you get me up at 2 am...

to move me to another cell!
What was wrong with the old one?

Oh, it's you, Bartlett.
- Yeah, and I'm the one...

who had the guard bring you here.
- You?

You want some easy money?
- Who doesn't?

500 pounds? 1,000 pounds?
- For 500 I'd do a lot,

for 1,000 anything.
You got that much?

You made a bargain. Only, I don't see
what I can do for you in here.

Not in here. Outside.
- Outside? I'm in for 4 years.

You can let me see to that.
- Well, say the word, and I'll do it.

But tell me, why did you choose me?
- That's why.

Sorry. I got carried away.
It's an old habit of mine.

Yes, I know your record: car thief,
pickpocket, a petty crook...

Now, I want you to listen closely.
Here's what you're to do for us.

You can begin by shaving.

Get going!

They won't stop me?
- I told you, didn't I? Get going!

In here, Conner.

Come on, there's no time to waste!
Get in here! - If you say so.

All set?
- Yep. Let's go.

Hello, Greaves?
They're on their way.

Six cans of garbage.
- Go ahead.

Well, that was easy!
- Quite! Get into these clothes!

Come on!

Hello, Greaves.

Get in!

All set.

Alright, get out.

We're going down, huh?
- Yes.

You aren't very talkative, are you?
- No.

After you.

What are they for?
- This way, Sir.

Stop right there.

Frank Conner, Sir.
- That's me.

You were fully briefed before you came?
- I was.

Have you any questions?
- No. Only...

There's a photograph on that stand.
Memorise that face in every detail.

Do not open it
under any circumstances!

Anything you say.
- I will make you a wealthy man,

Mr Conner, as long as you
do exactly as you're told.

But if you should ever try
to deceive me, that will be your end.

My men will find you wherever you are.
Do I make myself clear?

Quite clear.
- Good.

The interview is finished, Sir.

Here you are.

Pam? What is it?
What's wrong with you?

Pam?

Pam!

That was murder! I had no idea
what the bible was meant for!

Quiet!
- I won't be quiet! If I'd known...

Not another word.

No!

Don't, Roy.

No!

I asked you what you'd do for money.
And you said, "anything".

What will they try next?
Inspector Higgins, come in here!

He isn't here right now, Sir John.
He's working on an important case.

Is he? Without telling me?

I always thought policemen are only
interested in keeping law and order.

Not in their own offices!
- Where is Inspector Higgins?

Young man, go and bring him here!
- Right here, Sir John.

It's a lucky thing for you that I'm
in a good humour today! Come along!

These country doctors
aren't such idiots after all.

A young girl falls over dead in a church,
of natural causes apparently.

The doctor might have diagnosed
a heart attack. But he didn't. Why?

I don't know. I wasn't there.
- A young, healthy girl: a heart attack?

He was immediately suspicious. He asked
for an autopsy. This is the result!

What?
- Yes. Death by poisoning.

Prussique acid?
- Doctor Stonedead said...

Stonewood, Sir John.
- That's what I said!

By accident I discovered it was poison.
- And you're quite sure?

Yes. This is an unknown poison.
It's basis is prussique acid.

That's what's so frightening about it.
Hundreds of other doctors would have...

diagnosed a heart attack.
- We're up against a tough one, huh?

By the way, did you know
I'm now a criminal psychologist?

So you passed the examinations?
- Well, yes.

Not exactly with distinction,
shall we say with imagination.

I had to learn in the evening.
This case will give me the chance...

to demonstrate my theories. I intend
to solve it by psychology alone.

For me the facts are what count.
- But that's old hat! Be flexible.

Broaden your outlook!
Take your example from me!

Mr Powers? What's going on?

Police, as you can see.
- Police?

Does that worry you, Mr Denver?

What are the police doing here?
- Police?

Do you think
it has something to do with Pam?

I mean, have they found anything wrong?
- Well, we'll soon know.

I suspect it's about Pam.
Maybe Mary can tell them a thing or two.

Why me? Why not ask Betty?
- You keep quiet! I think it's best...

if we all keep quiet.
- She's right. We should avoid trouble.

Alright. Since you don't want
to tell them, then don't.

Only, I won't keep my mouth shut.
Pam was my best friend.

Don't forget that.

I simply can't understand it.
I was also in church that morning.

I was sitting in front of Pam Walsbury.
No one even spoke to her.

You mustn't get excited, Mrs Foster.
We'll have this all cleared up.

It's all a question of psychology.
Now, one point leaps to mind immediately.

Yes?
- What reason could there be...

for the murder of this girl?
- No reason!

You're missing the point.
Nobody is ever murdered without a reason.

There must therefore be a reason.
- That sounds logical, but...

She doesn't see it, Sir John.
- What?

Your reasoning.
Who was Pam Walsbury?

Family? Fortune? Where was she from?
- Pam came from Wales.

Her parents had a small farm there.
Her fortune? She had absolutely none.

Who paid her tuition at the school?
- Our scholarship fund.

Run along to your rooms, ladies.
You aren't supposed to loiter in the hall.

Would you kindly go somewhere else
if you must keep on pacing! I get nervous.

I regret to say that lunch
will be a little late today, gentlemen.

What's going on anyway, Bannister?
- They summed up Pam had a heart attack.

Don't be silly! The police is here.
- It's no use asking me.

I know nothing about it.
- But you know something.

Right, Keyston?
- I?

Why me?
- Little Pam Walsbury...

was always your favourite student.
In fact, you were quite taken with her.

The girls called her Teacher's Pet.

You shut your mouth!
- Now, please, gentlemen!

Please exercise
a bit of restraint.

And you're repeating
the same pattern, huh?

A little jumpy, isn't he?

Pam Walsbury didn't die
of a heart attack. She was poisoned.

We'll find the murderer if you
cooperate with us. If anybody knows...

who the killer is, will you please say so?
- Anyone with information, you mean.

That's what I said!
- Alright. if you've any information,

will you kindly speak up? Even the
tiniest details could be very important.

Well, Betty? Nothing to say?
- I don't know what you mean!

Betty, Mary and Pam
used to go to parties at Mr Denver's.

You're a liar! You've never been there!
- Who is Mr Denver?

A writer. He lives in the summer house.
- Now, Mary. I'd like to hear...

a little bit more about these parties.
Were they fun?

I suppose you drank and danced, huh?
- Is that so terrible, Sir John?

It's pretty boring just sitting around
in our rooms. Sometimes we go there.

But it's all perfectly innocent.
- Are you sure?

It's a waste of time if you ask me.
They obviously don't feel like talking.

Ridiculous!

They must have a chance to calm
their nerves. Once they settle down,

I'm quite certain they'll remember
something useful. Right... Higgins?

Right. Right!

Thank you, Mrs Foster. Don't worry.
The case is as good as closed.

I hope you realise
this looks suspicious.

Who are you?
- Mr Keyston, one of our teachers.

How do you do?
- A shame!

Bye.

Betty!

Your methods are psychologically unsound.
Especially with these young ladies.

You got to know how to handle them.
- It is murder!

I can't wait until they reveal secrets.
- What's this?

"Come at night. You might get further."
- I bet that little blonde way...

in the back sneaked it in.
- I doubt it.

Didn't you see how she stared at me?
It was downright embarrassing.

I suspect this note has another meaning.
- You have the soul of an old man!

Help! Help! Open this door!
Open this door at once!

Let me out of here!

Sir John? What are you doing in there?
- I found this a good observation post.

Only someone must have locked the door!
- I heard a scream just now! Let's go!

Just a minute.
lam right behind you!

What did you say? A monk?
- Yes, a monk, wearing a red robe...

and a hood pulled over his face.
- Why wasn't I told of this?

A monk lives in this place?
- Of course not.

When Betty screamed I saw him going out.
- What? You claim you also saw a monk?

Yes!
- Maybe he locked you up in that closet.

Nonsense! What would he be doing in
a woman's dormitory? A monk isn't a nun!

No, he's a man.
- What do you mean? No, it can't be!

We must see this in another light.
I'd say it was a traumatic state...

causing collective hallucinations,
if you follow that.

I'm trying to, but...
- A monk in a red hood.

I don't know what that means exactly,
but I'll go home and look it up.

I see this a little differently.
- Oh? You do?

They saw a monk because there was a monk.
The question is, what did he want?

I've no idea. Unless it was simply
to see someone. You understand?

What's going on, Bannister?

Someone screamed. Didn't you hear it?
- One of the girls?

Yeah.
- Where?

What are you staring at?
- Nothing, nothing at all.

What happened? Why did the girls scream?
- They say they saw a monk in a red hood.

That mean anything to you?
- A monk? No, Sir.

Nor to me. Wait a minute!
How did you know there was a monk?

Trapped you, huh? Arrest him!
- But you yourself just told me.

Never mind. Come on, Sir John.

This way.

The pride of Scotland Yard.

That teacher back there could have
written the note. He's just the type.

Now hold it! Aren't you the caretaker?
Now, let me have the keys.

We'll search every room!
- I don't think we'll have much success.

That's where you're wrong.
Go on!

Betty!

Betty!

Hello, Harriet!
- What are you doing in here?

Go to the devil!
- Alright. I'll follow you.

What's going on around here?
How do you expect anyone to sleep?

So, you sit here and drink instead!
- What do you care?

Harriet!

Good. You did come after all.
Thank you.

There's nothing to be afraid of, Betty.
- What do you want from me?

You know that Pam and I...
that we used to meet occasionally?

I wondered if she told you about it.
She did, didn't she?

Yes.
- Sometimes in my room,

once in the gardener's house.
All we did was talk, just a few times.

There's no reason why you should have
to tell Mrs Foster or the Inspector...

or anyone else. It's not important.
It would only complicate everything.

You do see that?
I can rely on you then, Betty?

I knew I could. You're very sweet, Betty.
I've been wanting...

to tell you for ages how...
- Get off me! Let go of me!

You're going to regret this!

It's not allowed to smoke here.
- I don't care!

I'm leaving anyhow! I'm going home today.
- What?

I don't want to be murdered, too.
- But, Betty! Betty!

There. I'm packed.
- Tell the police what you know.

Not for anything! I don't have any proof.
They can find out for themselves.

What is the meaning of this?
You're packing, Betty?

Yes, Mrs Foster.
I'm going home on the night train.

But, Betty...
- You can't talk me out of it!

But you didn't say a word to me.
I have a responsibility to your parents!

My parents know about it. I phoned them.
- You phoned them?

If you think I'm lying, you call them.
- This is so foolish. if it would help,

the police are posting guards here.
- Guards? What good is that?

You have to pull the trigger, but it's
only effective at point blank range.

Is that clear?
Answer me when I ask you a question!

Yes, it's perfectly clear.
- You've been given the photograph?

Yes. A very attractive girl.

That doesn't concern you! She's taking
the last bus to the rail road station...

to catch the night train.
- She won't get there.

I'll take care of that.
You know, murder's not my land, really.

But I figured in this case
there's no great risk...

since it's been so well organised.
It's ideal. No one will ever...

catch up with me.
Who'd look for a murderer in prison?

I have no idea what your total plan is,
but I hope that...

What?

That you'll give me a generous reward.
- Haven't you received your money?

Well, yes. Only...

You talk too much. Come on.

No! No!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Oh, Mr Bannister! Thank God!
- Betty! What are you doing out here...

in the middle of the night?
- We've got to get away! The monk!

What monk? I don't know of any monastery.
- I saw him just now! Please!

Won't you take me to the bus?

Where to, Miss?
- To the train station. Thank you.

Good evening.
- Good evening.

You want a light?
- Yes, please.

Hey you! What do you think
you're doing? This isn't the bus stop!

I shouted, "Hey you! What do you think
you're doing?" I saw him as clearly...

as I see you. He's the one!
- Why couldn't he be the one? I admit...

it's hard to be in two places at once...
- No! Frank Conner currently is in prison.

You're mistaken.
- I was mistaken once in my life:

when I decided to get married.
- There are lots of jailbreaks, so...

To make you happy I'll pay Frank Conner
a visit right now. You come with me.

You're still here, Majorie?
- Yes, Sir John.

I told you I don't like you working
at night. It's not good for your health!

But you need me, Sir John,
isn't that right?

The way the ocean needs water.
- There. You see?

Go ahead.
Have a look for yourself.

Go on. Take a look.

It's the one who's facing the door!
- Yes, that's Frank Conner.

Are you sure you don't mix up the man
in the picture with the man on the bus?

But that is the man on the bus!
- Was Conner outside of here last night...

or was he outside of his cell, anyway?
- No, Inspector.

You see? Send me over his records.
Maybe Conner has a twin brother. Come on.

But, Inspector...
- Come on, I said.

The killer must have known that Betty
would be getting onto that bus...

to catch the night train. Who knew
that Betty intended to leave the school?

I did, Inspector.
- I did, too. I also discussed it...

with a couple of the teachers.
I suppose that wasn't very wise.

Let me handle it my way. I think
we have to approach this case more...

Psychologically.
- Exactly. Mrs Foster, would you...

and the girls kindly leave the room
for a second? Everyone but Ann.

Yes. Come along, girls.

You've got to create the proper
atmosphere: restful. It's fool proof.

Now, my child. Let's put you
in the right mood. Go lie down.

What?
- Lie down, I said. Come on.

There's no need to be afraid. Just relax.
Take a deep breath, put your feet up.

That's it. You're very relaxed.
Now...

You know you're a very nice young lady.
Has anyone ever told you that?

And very pretty. Isn't that so?
Now, my child.

Have you anything to tell us?
- I don't know if this is important...

Everything is important.
- It's about Pam and Betty.

What about them?
- Those parties were sort of wild.

They didn't only drink and dance.
- What else?

Sir John...
- Shh! Go on.

Mr Keyston was kind of after Pam.
- Mr Keyston, you say?

What subject does he teach?
- Chemistry.

You see? Chemistry, Inspector!
- I heard what she said.

Why are you standing there? Arrest him!
- But I can't arrest someone...

simply because he's a chemistry...
- Use your brain. Charming young women,

candles, music, dancing, strong liquor:
the perfect psychological setting for...

For what?
- For all kinds of things.

What do you know about it?
For anything you like!

You may go now. Send in the next one.
- Yes, Sir.

You'll end up that way, too.

What have you got there?

Just what was in that flask, you were
in such a big rush to get rid of?

Be careful, Inspector.
- What for?

Because that's prussique acid.
Prussique acid or something close to it.

Someone's trying to kill me.

Wait outside for a minute,
would you, girls?

Why do you say that?
That someone's trying to kill you?

Why do I say that? That isn't my doing.
I know how it looks to you, but I swear,

I had nothing to do with it.
- Weren't you friendly with Pam Walsbury?

Yes.
- In fact, too friendly.

Yes.
- And Betty found out?

Go on. Arrest me, Inspector.
After all it's so obvious.

I'm a chemist. You found prussique acid.
Pam was my girlfriend.

Betty knew it. Both of them
were poisoned with prussique acid.

Isn't that enough?
- No. You just told me...

you had nothing to do with it.
- Yes.

But there's one more thing I haven't
told you. You'll find out sooner or later.

Until I came here, I hadn't taught
in 20 years. I'm an ex-convict.

I killed somebody,
one of my pupils.

And you didn't throw him in jail?
- No.

I examined the psychological patterns,
and it all fits together...

just a bit too neatly to be true.
- What do you know about psychology?

If I had been handling it, I would
have had him arrested on the spot!

Mr Denver?

Mr Denver!

Mr Denver! Mr Denver!

You say Mr Keyston's disappeared?
- Yes. This morning he didn't show up.

All his belongings are gone.
- What did I tell you?

You should have arrested him yesterday.
- That stupid psychology!

You begin counting on it and right away...
- Never mind psychology...

You let the murderer get away!
- That's absurd. Someone wants us...

to believe he's the murderer.
Why did you employ Keyston, anyhow?

Our former chemistry teacher left us.
We needed someone. Keyston applied...

Were you aware that Keyston
was a convicted murderer?

Of course not, Inspector.

Harriet? Oh, excuse me.

That's alright, Mr Denver.
Come right in.

This is my brother.
- I know.

He's a writer. He's been living in...
- The gardener's house.

So you're a friend of Mr Keyston's?
- "Friend" is a little exaggerated.

You don't know where he is either?
- No. I'm a bit worried.

Yes, I imagine you are.
I want to talk to you later.

Yes, Sir.

Wait! Mary!

What happened to Keyston? Where did he go?
Why do the police want him? Do you know?

No!
- Don't lie to me, Mary!

It's true. I don't know anything!
I didn't tell anyone, I swear it.

Are you sure?
- I've got to go.

I must talk to you. Come to my place
tonight. About nine o'clock. I'll wait.

You know what you're to do?
- Yes.

One more thing: Carrington told me
the police visited you in prison.

What? The police?

Yes. You were careless.
But, never mind. This is the last time...

I'm sending you out.
- There's something we should talk over.

No, wait! You said you'd make me rich
as long as I did what you said.

Mr Denver?

You're right on time. I was sure
I could rely on you. Mary, if you think...

you can put something over on me,
then you better think again.

What did you tell the police?
- Let me go!

How much did you tell them?
- Nothing, but I'm going to.

You're going to keep quiet!

I know that Pam was in trouble
because of you. And Betty knew it, too.

You killed Pam! And Betty, too!
- Have you gone crazy?

And you'd also kill me if you could!
- Mary!

But I'm not going to be killed!
I'll tell the police everything!

Mary!

We've got an appointment!
Get back in there!

Mary!

Conner, throw that gun away!

Here, your blindfold, Sir.
- Forget it.

You take me to talk to your boss!
- Whatever you say, Sir.

I didn't expect to see you here again.
- And I didn't expect...

to run into Inspector Higgins either.
- I know.

He recognized me.
He knows I did it.

I can't go into the penitentiary again.
- Just the same,

you are going back there.
- I can't. Don't you understand?

Only too well. I promise you will not
be made to answer for your crimes.

Why not?
- Because the dead don't talk.

The dead? Oh, that's it.

You're not going to kill me because
this gun in my hand says different.

That's not gonna do you any good.
I see you just the same.

I'm terribly sorry if I'm causing you
any inconvenience, but nobody's gonna...

push me around and get away with it.
Now I'll do the pushing!

I assure you, Frank Conner is in his cell.
He hasn't been out all day long.

That would surprise me, Carrington.
This time I was the one who saw Conner.

It wasn't in his cell.

I'll open it, Inspector.

Conner!

He hanged himself, Inspector.

So it would seem.

When was the last cell check?
- At eight.

Who was the guard on duty?
- I was. He was alright then.

Wasn't there another man in this cell?
- Yes. Roy Bartlett. He was transferred.

The two men didn't get along.
- There'll have to be an investigation.

Are you suggesting I did something wrong?
- Have you done something wrong?

I admit that Keyston and I gave a party
or two. Does that make me a killer?

The girls needed some fun now and then,
locked up, dying of boredom.

So we gave them a little music
and dancing and excitement naturally.

Now, now, now!
- Keyston dragged me in to it, anyhow.

And how about Frank Conner?
- Conner? Who's he?

He is the man who killed Mary,
who knew he'd find her at your house!

I swear to you, I've never heard of him!
- You're lying, Denver!

Higgins, if you'd let me try...
- Psychological persuasion?

Yes. You go on out.
Go and have yourself a cup of coffee.

Well, now to us, eh, Denver?
You and I are going to get along nicely.

Of course we are! Now then, to begin with,
you must rid yourself of the feeling...

that murder is something to be ashamed of.
Not at all. A little murder here and there

happens to the best of us. You'll feel
better if you get it off your chest.

You aren't getting it off your chest?
- I haven't murdered anybody!

Come now. How many corpses have we
got here? Three? No, four so far.

And you won't claim a single one of them?
You mustn't sublimate it,

it's harmful to your ego. Just one!
- No!

You're not reacting properly, Mr Denver.
Why not?

Do you belong to that cowardly class
of criminals who wait until they're...

on the gallows, staring at the hangman's
noose, to say, "Yes, I'm guilty?"

The hangman's noose?

Have you any idea what that's like?
Early morning, thick fog, cold.

Everybody's cold except the criminal.
Oh, he feels cold too,

but he doesn't mind that. He knows that
in a few seconds he'll be blindfolded.

They'll put the noose around his neck.
After it goes like... he'll feel nothing.

If you have to hang somebody,
you could at least pick the right one!

Why not pick the gardener?
- The gar...?

Would you like another cup?
- No, thanks.

May I ask you a question?
- I have a date for this evening.

Oh, it's not that. You don't seem
to be getting very far with this case.

Yes. You could say that.
- There are only two reasons...

to kill women: money or uncontrolled
passion. And I lean towards passion.

Yes, so do I.

Go fix me a drink.
- Yes, Sir John.

The gardener is the murderer.
- The gar...?

Jealous?

What's all this about the gardener?
- I never mentioned the gardener.

But you just finished...
- I told you nothing!

Oh, you know very well...
- Never mind, Sir John. You can go!

Look, Sir John. Let me try my psychology.
That man lied to us because he's afraid...

of something. We've got to release him
in order to learn what he's afraid of.

But he must have done it!
- Denver?

Yes. He's been arrested. I heard it
from Bannister. The police took him in.

Yes, they did. But they didn't arrest me.
Ann, I've got to speak to you alone.

I don't want anything to do with you.

Mr Keyston! Down there is Mr Keyston!

Hello, Mr Denver.
Looks like Keyston couldn't take it.

Mr Denver! Why are you so out of breath?
- They found Keyston just now.

Where?
- Under the swimming pool.

Under... You don't often see that.
Come on, Inspector!

I thought you agreed to leave here.
Haven't you done enough?

You and Keyston?
- What do you mean? What did I do?

You know very well. I had the sole
responsibility for the girls!

And my own brother gets involved
with a weakling and a coward...

and who's been in prison for murder!
- But I knew nothing about it. I swear.

You're lying!
- Sometimes I could kill you!

Let's go!

Frank Conner was a thief.
- I know that, Sir.

What did Inspector Higgins say
about his suicide?

He was forced to accept it.
- And the investigation in the prison?

It's been withdrawn.
What else could they have done?

Then everything is alright?
- Absolutely.

You take over from now on.
- Anything you say.

Who is it?
- Tell him, Greaves.

Ann Portland.
Go there tonight.

I've wondered if there wasn't something
behind the murders besides a few parties.

And your conclusion?
- In the girls' files I've found that.

Ann Portland!
- Ah, yes. That was the one...

I psychoanalyzed. Very pretty,
as I recall. Speaking professionally.

Yes. The fact that she's pretty
isn't the most important thing about her.

Do you know the name Portland?
- That's the aviation works.

She is the sole heir. The fortune belongs
to her when she's 21. That is next week.

But, my dear Higgins! Excuse me.
Three other girls have been murdered,

and they were all as poor as church mice.
- Put through a call to Miss Portland.

The one who's so pretty?

Aren't you afraid?
- I'll be alright.

I wouldn't go out there.

No one's there.

Help! Help! Help!

I wish you'd take
that ugly costume off.

Your screams were very real,
congratulations. You really were afraid?

I was, yes. I wasn't sure
whether it was you or the real monk.

Why are you in those clothes?
- I hope the killer saw me,

it'll confuse him
and he'll make a mistake.

You haven't got a chance! The only way
out of here is through this door.

I'm going to call the police and put you
where you belong: in prison!

But first I want to know
what your game is.

Who sent you here?
Who are you working for? Who pays you?

If you don't come down from there,
I'll shoot you down!

I'll count to three. One, two...

How long must I stay in this place?
- Until the danger is over.

Am I really in such a great danger?
- No doubt about it. Hello, Bill.

Hello, Inspector. Always right on time.
- Mr Spencer will see to it that you...

have everything you want. Thompson!
- Inspector?

You are responsible for her.
- Right. This way, Miss.

Goodbye, Ann.
- Goodbye.

Inspector?

Yes?
- They found another corpse at the school.

Who is it?

It wasn't my fault!
I ran in to interference! - I know.

You can't know already...
- The red monk got there first, didn't he?

Yes, he did.
- I'm not blaming you.

Greaves will take you back.

Greaves? But Greaves disappeared!

Greaves is right here.
- You did not do well, Mr Bartlett.

But I'm going to give you another chance.

The police have taken Ann Portland
to the sand pits. I must have her back!

In spite of appearances, he didn't drown.
It looks as if he was hanged.

In any case, he died standing up.
- Who dies like that?

Keyston was murdered
in a standing position and then hanged.

Isn't that right, Doctor?
- Precisely.

That reminds me of a case like this one.
- The sinister monk.

That's it! The corpses looked like these.
Their necks were broken with a bull-whip.

Why did your brother
live in the gardener's house?

He wasn't all that poor, was he?
- No. I've no idea. This is so dreadful.

Ann Portland disappeared, Mark murdered.
And the police sit there and do nothing.

All the murders took place right under
your noses, and you couldn't prevent it.

You were living in the same house.
What do you know about Mr Denver?

It's my opinion that we know
far too little about our fellow men.

You're a gardener,
but you wear riding boots?

Is anything wrong with that?
- No. But you're the first gardener...

I ever saw
with no calluses on his hands.

In my time I've done a lot of things.
Now I'm a gardener.

But not for much longer.
I can tell you that much.

Why? Don't you like this work anymore?
- Not particularly.

So he finally got what he deserved, eh?
- Is that any way to talk about the dead?

How should I talk? I didn't like him
any better alive than dead.

Mr Denver was murdered for the same
reasons as Mr Keyston. Do you agree?

Of course. Completely.
- Maybe you're right.

And now, if you'll excuse me.
- Yes. Me, too.

I advise you to give up, Inspector.
You aren't going to get anywhere.

Don't be too sure.

You keep a civil tongue in your head.

Oh, Sir John. I didn't know that...
- What?

That you were here. Can I help you?
- No, no.

I disagree with the procedure
that Inspector Higgins uses, of course.

But I think you've got to admit
that what counts are results.

Who have we here? Isn't that Sir John?
- Strange, it's me. But who are you?

This is our new chaplain.
- Yes, Sir John. Just a humble shepherd.

I lead back into society the lambs
who've strayed. They need help and...

A good spanking.
- Yes, Sir. Where is my dear flock?

In the prison yard.
- I would like to go there.

Of course. Excuse us, Sir John.
- It was a pleasure to meet you.

Oh, there you are. It's about time.
Well, I hope you found something.

Bartlett has more money hidden than you
and I make together in a whole year.

How do you know my income? Arrest him!
- I intend to arrest him, but not yet.

Looking for something?
- Have you got a match?

This happens to be a private road.
Got any identification?

Sure.

Help! Help!

Help!

Hey! Hey!

Good morning, gorgeous!
- What are you doing? Who are you?

Reverend Hanfield. The old goat in?
- Pardon?

Sir John.
- The old goat is busy right now.

And you're not so young yourself anymore.
- Young enough for you. Announce me.

Sir John! You can't just go...
- Oh yes, I can. Thank you, angel.

Where do you think you are, Reverend?
- I don't even know you!

Sorry, Sir John, but you have excellent
taste in secretaries. She's delicious!

Delicious! What's so funny?
- Sergeant Hanfield, my special assistant.

Your assistant? Why is he wearing...
- I asked him...

to keep an eye on the prison for us.
Especially on Roy Bartlett.

But that's absurd!
- But very useful. Well?

Carrington and Bartlett work together.
- Might as well get comfortable. Go on!

They arranged a way to leave the prison.
- That explains a lot.

How?
- Through the kitchen.

Will someone tell me... Yes?
- A message just came through.

The men at the sand pit are dead.
Miss Portland has disappeared.

Where am I?
- Your lunch, Miss Portland.

I asked you where I am!
- I am not at liberty to answer you.

Our little pets are grateful
for your generosity.

Tonight at midnight
Ann Portland will be 21 years old.

She'll inherit the Portland Aviation.
- That's exactly ten hours from now.

I know that!
And I also know how I can find her.

Hello, Hanfield?

I wouldn't do that. My pets would enjoy it
if the cage fell over.

Whose voice is that? Who are you?
What do you want from me?

If you keep calm and do as I tell you,
no one will harm you. I need you.

If it's me you wanted, why did you
murder Pam, Betty and Mary?

You ask too many questions.

Did I hear you call?
- You monsters! Murderers!

Let's go.
- What for? What's going on?

How would I know?
Orders from the Chief. Come on.

Go on. Get in! I'll go outside
and bring the truck around.

You do a lot more
than just bake bread, don't you?

I'm sorry, Bartlett, you aren't going
on any more trips for a long time.

Get him out of here! And him!
Come on, get a move on!

How many more years have you got?
- 5 years.

3.
- So far. If you guys...

hold your tongues, then I'll hold mine.
- Yes, Sir.

Do just as you would usually. Got that?
- Alright, Carrington's coming.

Ready? Where's the cook?
- He stepped out.

Take it out.

The truck has just passed.
Sir John, we'll be standing by.

Come on out, Roy.

Inspektor Higgins!
- It wasn't comfortable but interesting.

Your driving days are over. You've just
lost your license. Understand?

Greaves!

You'll regret this, Carrington!
- It wasn't my fault.

That's enough talk. I wanna know
where your headquarters are, Mr...

What was your name?
If that's how it is,

I'll have to find out from someone else.
Where did he normally take Bartlett?

Don't tell him anything!
- I'd start thinking of myself...

if I were in your position.
You've got enough trouble.

You're right, Inspector. 14 Baker road.
- You traitor!

No manners at all,
and you drive a Rolls Royce!

It isn't every day that the criminal
brings his own handcuffs along with him.

You and he get into the back seat.
Lock Carrington into the truck.

Sir John?
Rendezvous point is 14 Baker Road.

Mr Powers!
- Ann Portland?

Who did this? Who kidnapped you?
- A man! I don't know who he was.

If you would like to meet me, Mr Powers,
step in to the next room.

I'll be back in a second.
I'll get you out of here.

Get down! Quick!

Higgins! What is this?
- This is a Rolls Royce.

Next time you'll drive up in a locomotive.
- If the Union will let me.

Get out.

I'll take these. Keep an eye on him.
Drive that car away, not the Rolls Royce.

It's a great pleasure
to meet you, Mr Powers.

The pleasure won't last long.
Stand up...

and show me your face.
I want to see what you look like.

You stole all I ever cared about.
And now I've got you trapped.

I'll shoot you like a dog.
Go on! Stand up!

What's the matter? Are you frightened?
Alright. Have it your way!

Higgins! You hear that? Another murder!
Someone's shooting! Down there!

Hurry, Sir John!
- Yes, I'm on my way.

No, I'm... out of shape.

Why, it's a...

Drop the gun, Powers.

Mrs Foster!
- I see that, Sir John.

Harriet!

Let's have the truth, Powers.
Who are you? And who is Harriet Foster?

Harriet Foster is my wife.
- Your wife?

Yes. But she left me.
That was in Australia.

She thought I was neglecting her,
that I was in love with somebody else.

There was nothing to it, but...
Harriet disappeared.

You both worked in a travelling circus.
Your wife used to ride a horse and snap...

glasses off a table with a whip.
- How long have you known that?

Go on with your story.
- She was a sick woman.

Insane. She fell under the influence
of a fiendish criminal.

She did whatever he wanted.
- And why were those girls murdered?

I don't know. I pleaded with her,
"Harriet, tell me what you're doing?"

But she only laughed, Inspector.
- And Denver?

He really was a writer, a harmless man.
But he saw what happened to his sister.

He didn't know who was behind it.
He thought it was me. Then he died.

She killed him.
She murdered her own brother.

She was completely insane!
- Indeed she was.

Help!
. Ann!

Help! Help!

Ann!

Come on! This way! Hurry!

It's all very well to indulge
in psychological theories,

but who is behind all this, huh?
Is he the one?

There's someone coming!
Quick! Behind the door!

Greaves?

Greaves, come here at once!

Hello, Mr Bannister.

How do you do?

Your partner is dead, unfortunately.

Harriet had outlived
her use to me, anyway. She was ill.

And you think you're perfectly normal?
- Is anyone, Sir John?

Why, the...
- You know this man?

He's James Portland, my uncle.
- So I've unmasked, Inspector.

She's right. I am James Portland.
- Is he serious, Inspector?

I see the whole picture now.
One question, Ann: Your parents...

Are both dead.
- And the whole Portland fortune...

Will go to me when she is dead.
- So, you were only after Ann Portland?

The other murders were just a smokescreen
to cover up your real purpose, so that...

we'd think they were the work of a maniac.
- Ann alone... far too conspicuous.

That gigantic fortune and also...
Go on, you tell them.

He spent ten years in prison...

for murder.
- What?

You would immediately have been suspicious
of me. What was the flaw in my plans?

I hate mistakes.
I was prepared for any situation.

Yes, except this one.
- I was prepared for this one as well.

Stay where you are! Don't make a move!
- Nice to know that even Scotland Yard...

is caught off guard now and then.
- Outrageous!

Goodbye, my friends.
- Who's he talking to?

To his fish, surely not to us.
- Quite right, Inspector.

In the penitentiary I began
to be interested in fish and turtles.

They became my friends.
Because they can't talk and people can.

I was the black sheep of the family.
I was a good for nothing, they told me.

So I was cut off without a penny,
and now I'm going to take it all.

Make it quick. I'll wait for you upstairs.
- Yes, Sir.

My servant is a perfect shot.

Mr Portland?
You forgot your hat.

You haven't lost your touch, Powers.
- One corpse isn't enough for you, eh?

Without that corpse you'd be dead.
- That's very deep psychology!

Then you ought to agree completely.
- Don't be ridiculous.

All that really counts are the facts.
You solved this case with your method.

I'd advise you to stick to it.
- Thank you, Sir John.

But I can't explain his obsession with
these monsters except psychologically.

There's an interesting theory
regarding the whip, too.

It's by the well-known philosopher...
At the moment I don't recall his name.

Nietzsche. "When you meet a woman
Have a whip along with you."

Exactly!

Of course, there are one
or two exceptions. What do you want?

Already?
We'd better go then.