All language subtitles for Concerto per pistola solista

Good morning, Sergeant.

Morning, Padre.

You look like an awfully good guy, eh?

Jingle, I'd say.

Not very imaginative.

Thank you, Doctor.

Come, Thorpe.

That makes three.

Three murders, and I... And we, we,
we're still nowhere near a solution.

With your permission, Inspector, I think
we should reconstruct, so to speak,

the whole thing from the beginning.

With very logical order, reorganising
all the bits and bobs from last

the day before the reading of the will.

Welcome, Your Ladyship.

Oh, Barbara.

Darling child.

Hello, Aunt Gladys. How are you? Did you
have a pleasant trip?

Perfectly abominable, darling.

My son drives like a village idiot.

Georgie?

Georgie, you haven't greeted your
cousin, Barbara.

How are you, Barbara?

Hello, Georgie.

Peter, I hope you remember the night
table. Of course, Your Ladyship. It is

already in your room.

I wouldn't have forgotten your favorite
table. Three -legged?

Precisely. The first to arrive, I ask?

Yes, auntie, but the others should be
here any moment. Oh, I don't mind.

I'm rather glad to be able to have a
word with you in peace.

Naturally, you already know the
dispositions of my brother's will.

No, I haven't the vaguest idea.

Really, dear, I appreciate your
discretion, but you were the only one

cantankerous old goat could bear to have
near him.

Oh, actually, in the last six months, I
didn't see him more than three times at

that.

He shut himself up in the observatory
with his telescope, day and night. And

when the time came, he even dictated his
will there, directly to the solicitor.

I see.

And tell me something.

Did he learn about his daughter before
he died?

That she was expecting a child, you
mean?

Yes. But he didn't say anything about
it. You know what he was like. Yeah.

I wonder...

If the thought of Isabel Bratt softened
him to the point of leaving everything

to her, after she abandoned him to marry
that... that failure.

Oh, Anthony isn't a failure.

He's a very intelligent man.

Not very practical.

But I suggest we change the subject,
because here they come.

How are you, Peter?

How wonderful to see you again, Miss
Isabel. It's been such a long time.

Misses, not misses.

I'm married, you know that, Peter.

Forgive me, but I shall always think of
you as Miss Isabel and your husband as

the boy next door.

Hello, Georgie.

Aunt Gladys.

Hello, Barbara.

Welcome back.

Aren't they just too moving, these
family reunions?

Why, Isabel, you're quite the perfect
picture of a young expectant mother,

aren't you?

Of course, it was because you didn't
want to risk getting over -upset in your

condition that you just couldn't come to
your father's funeral.

No, Aunt Gladys, I didn't come because I
wasn't well.

And I wasn't well because I lost the
baby.

Well, you've made it, Uncle Lawrence,
and all in one piece.

You lack the sporting instincts of a
gentleman, Ted, and it's quite

Hail, everybody.

How much do these spaceships for
frustrated astronauts actually cost? You

think I paid for it, do you? The thought
had hardly entered our minds for a

moment, Ted. What are you careering in
these days?

Drug peddling, counterfeit banknotes, or
the white slave trade?

Dear old Aunt Gladys, always count on
you for a kind word.

Pauline, darling, I'd like you to meet
my dear Aunt Gladys.

I suppose someone may appreciate your
attempt at humour, my boy, but may I

remind you that this is the family home
and not some sordid motel. Oh, uncle,

that's no way to talk of a lady.

Dear family, let me introduce Pauline,
my wife, the Duchess of Canterbury.

It would have been worth marrying her
just to see your faces at this moment.

Welcome to our home, my dear. I'm
Barbara.

Hello. Driving with Ted is always a
tiring journey.

I'm sure you must be dying for a cup of
tea. Oh, thank you. We really are a

grand family.

Aunt Lettuce, my sweet little vulture.

Smile.

Come on, let's go and strip the flesh
off the carrion together.

We can tear each other to pieces later.

How delightful.

Beautiful guns.

The old goat knew his weapons.

Tomorrow I might do a little shooting.
Want to come along?

Not a bad idea.

Anybody else for shooting? We can all go
out, sir.

After all, the solicitor won't be here
until afternoon.

If it means rising at dawn, eliminate
me.

Very well. If we're to get up so early
in the morning, best we say goodnight

off. You go, darling. Take your bath
and... Georgie! Huh?

A bath and off to bed.

Oh, really, Mummy? I'd much rather take
a shower. You're so funny.

Such a dolly clown. What nonsense.

Only animals and Americans get washed
standing up, but a gentleman takes a

Now say goodnight and run along. Really,
Mummy, I've been... Not another word,

do you hear?

I bet the day that Georgie finally gets
around to cutting her throat, she'll

tell him it's terribly bad form.

Well, I only hope he doesn't do it
tonight.

We're all too sleepy to be disturbed.

Good night, darling.

Good night.

Hang on, I'm coming too.

Forgive me, Barbara.

I haven't even tried to thank you yet.

It was wonderful of you to stay with
Daddy right to the end.

Oh, it wasn't any great sacrifice,
Isabel.

Though the rest of the family thought I
did it just to... just to get something

out of it.

You know, I really didn't care very much
for your father.

You're the only real human being that's
worthy in this tribe, Barbara.

And I only hope that Daddy remembered
you in his will the way you deserve.

Anyway... I want you to know that there
is always a place for you in this house.

Thank you, Isabel.

Good night, Barbara.

Good night, Bill.

What's the matter Peter?

I wanted to be sure that everything was
in order for the night, Miss Barbara.

You may go, Peter.

Thank you.

ROGIE!

I told you, Mummy, I'd much rather have
a shower.

Ah!

Criminal! No, no, no! I was sorry!

I want to see you die! But I was only
joking!

What are you doing here all alone?

Oh, I'm getting old. Before you stands
an aged poet looking into the mirror of

time. Well, tell us.

What does he see?

Well, I see two children hiding. Here,
holding hands.

A voice calls to them.

Remember what a shrill voice Isabel had
when she was a little girl? Help,

Anthony! Barbara, hurry, come here!

Did you catch anything?

What are you all staring at?

What the devil's that?

Georgie!

Georgie.

Georgie. Come here this instant. Come
here, you wimp!

Georgie!

All right.

Shall we begin?

If you all so desire, I can omit the
reading of the preliminaries of Sir

will. We do so desire, Mr Thornton. We
do indeed.

Very well.

Then I shall confine myself to reading
the terms of this testament that concern

the parties present.

To Sergeant Aloysius Thorpe.

Present.

To Sergeant Aloysius Thorpe.

who for 25 years every Saturday has
patiently allowed himself to be beaten

chess, and who has been a prodigious
help for the cultivation of the azaleas,

pride of my hothouse, I bequeath the
rarest of my earthly possessions, all of

200 pots of azaleas.

I rest with the certainty that Sergeant
Thorpe shall give himself to the

cultivation of these splendid plants
with the same dedication he applies to

duties as an officer of the law. To my
sister...

To my sister, Lady Gladys Victoria
Campbell, and to her son, George Harold

Gregory, 4th Viscount of Glenborough, to
my brother, Lawrence Brown Carter, heir

to the barony of Vale and lord of
Middlerun, and to my nephew, Theodore

Duke of Cantwell, I leave a bequest of
inestimable value to which I hope they

will dedicate fitting care.

I refer to the historical archives of
our distinguished family.

From these they will learn, and I trust
with salutary effects on their damn

snobbery, that our fortunes derive from
a certain Captain Johannes Carter,

enriched by illicit slave trading. Our
ancestor, I am certain, would have been

delighted to know that the documents
which speak of his lurid history are to

up in hands so similar to his own.

To my daughter Isabel, I bequeath the
wedding ring and personal effects

belonging to her mother.

As for my personal wealth, she
demonstrated her contempt for it by

house against my will. I feel it
fitting, therefore, to respect her

by not leaving her a penny.

With all due respect, as witnesses, I
must ask you to hear out the final

stipulation of Sir Henry's will.

I dispose, finally, that all the wealth
and the property which constitute my

patrimony go to my niece, Barbara Ward,
whom I nominate my sole heir.

Although read in America by a father
whom I never could admire, I owe Barbara

gratitude for the affection with which
she has remained by me, bringing a

serenity to these last lonely years of
my life on earth.

Being of sound mind and body, I hereby
sign and seal this, my last will and

testament, 15th of January, 1970,

Henry Carter, Second Baron of Vale. That
rotten old son of a... Ted!

in the name of the whole family, Mr.
Thornton.

I'll see you out.

Oh, thank you.

Good day to you all.

The damned, miserable, rotten, cheating
old bastard!

Elizabeth, listen.

You should say something. After all, you
were his only child. He can't do this

to you.

Well, he has done it, and I expected it.

We were so much alike.

Darling, it's not the money I'm thinking
about. Oh, no.

Of course not. Oh, you keep out of this.
Don't be such idiots.

We're all involved in this.

Little Miss Florence Nightingale had it
all figured out, she did.

The sneaky bitch.

Money! Drop dead!

I'd like to express my very humble,
sympathetic regret.

Sorry.

Condolences.

Barbara's very young.

I was just thinking.

I was just thinking that when you're as
young as that, you don't think about

making a will.

So if, for example, something happened
to her, the inheritance would be divided

into equal parts.

There'd be enough for everyone.

What are you saying, George?

Exactly what you're all thinking about
now, Mummy.

Oh, but you haven't heard the end of
this.

I'll contest a will.

I will.

Oh, now, come on. You're not being fair,
old pastor. It's not my fault if Sir

Henry decided like he did.

Take it, you hundred plants, and be off
with you right away, out of my

greenhouse. He didn't will you that. But
I can't go pulling them out of our

house now.

It'll be sore death.

You really deserve to marry.

Oh, very well. Then they can stay.

Oh, thank you. You just remember that
for me, them flowers don't exist any

longer. You got that?

I'm wiping them out of my life.

You look after them. You'll fertilize
them. And you'll water them. Is that

clear? Yes.

You can have your blooming azaleas,
policeman.

Copper. My mother always told me.

For once, nobody will be able to say the
butler did it.

Georgie, I warned you.

And you promised not to do it again.

But, Mummy, it wasn't me.

You mean it was you, did it?

Well,

I mean, is he in the habit of doing it?

This is nothing, if you only knew.

Wake up, Peter, and we'll all have a
good laugh.

The sergeant's getting fidgety.

Misunderstanding, is there?

But of course.

Yes, only there's very little to
misunderstand.

Because, you see, waking this good
fellow would sort of be

a bit difficult.

Sergeant Thorpe?

Yes, sir.

I really thought you were getting me up
by train, sir. Fortunately, we do have

one or two cars left in Scotland Yard.

Dr. Carl Lyle, the police doctor.

Sir? Sergeant Higgins, our scientific
expert.

Hi. Now, will you show us the way to the
Carter Estate, please?

Ah, yes, sir. I'd be glad to.

To think that in all my 30 -year career,
sir, no one's ever offered me a ride in

a radio police car before this very
instant.

You go on to the house.

Miss Barbara Ward?

Yes? I'm Detective Inspector Gray.

Scotland Yard, I suppose.

Naturally. How do you do?

Please excuse me. I've been doing some
gardening, trying to get my mind off

what's happened. The whole thing is
shaking me up terribly. Yes, I

Is there perhaps anyone you suspect?

No, not in the least.

Peter was a member of the family, you
might say, directed the household for

years and was well liked and respected
by all the servants.

I am convinced that the murderer was
someone from outside the house,

A burglar Peter caught in the act, or
perhaps even a poacher. We have a lot of

them around, you know. Yes, in fact,
various elements do indicate an

All the same, I'm afraid I'll have to
ask you some questions, miss.

But Sergeant Thorpe has questioned
everybody. I don't think Sergeant Thorpe

particularly competent for this kind of
investigation.

It's beyond directing, sir.

As you wish. Then I'm at your
disposition.

Get down!

I have an unpleasant feeling someone
took a shot at you, Miss Ward, from the

look of this round little hole.

But that's not possible.

I didn't hear a shot. Right.

They must have used a silencer,
obviously.

And we can't even be sure where the shot
came from.

Did you see anyone hanging around,
Thorpe?

What?

Nobody. But, Inspector, you surely can't
think that someone in the house... My

dear young lady, I've never heard of
poachers using silencers. Have you?

Besides, the shot came from above.

What's up there?

An observatory, Miss Ward?

Yes.

Toward the end, Uncle Henry turned to
astronomy as one might to religion.

He slept here and had his meal set up to
him by the dumbwaiter.

He lived like a hermit, refusing
visitors and family alike.

He spent practically all of his time
without ever leaving this room.

No one's been here at all since his
death.

So it seems.

Well, what is it, Sergeant?

With your permission, sir, I think I
found the pistol. The one they shot a

ago. I think it's a Mauser made in
Germany from shape, Miss Barber. The

Where is it?

It's no longer there, sir.

Fountain, have you found it or haven't
you?

I guess it would be better for one to
say it's no longer where it was.

Does any of you take a pistol from that
wreck?

Does any of you see someone else take a
pistol from that wreck?

Does anyone suspect that someone may
have taken a pistol from the wreck?

You remember what sort of gun it was?

Of course, Inspector.

A target pistol.

A very accurate weapon.

Not too accurate, fortunately.

Georgie!

Georgie!

Sergeant... Thorpe. You do take
shorthand, of course.

Very frankly, sir, no.

No matter.

If you take a look in my bag, there
you'll find a tape recorder.

Yes, sir. With microphone attachments.

Phone attachments.

Is this it?

Obviously. Record all the statements and
you can copy them out later. Yes, sir.

Obviously.

Ready when you are, Paul?

Yes,

sir. Ready I am.

Right then. Let's begin.

First of all, I'd like to know if all
the members of the household are

It's quite simple. Is everybody present
or not?

Uh, Ted isn't here. He's my husband.

Might I ask where he is? On impulse, I
would say no.

And for my whereabouts, what the devil
has that got to do with you?

And who the devil am I talking to,
anyway?

Ah.

I'm Detective Inspector Gray, CID,
Scotland Yard.

Someone took a shot at your cousin,
Barbara.

Someone is not a very good shot, it
would seem. Yeah.

Would you mind telling me where you've
been?

Oh, strolling around, I went out with
the intention of taking you a few photos

of the landscape.

It might seem strange to you, but
photography is a hobby of mine.

Oh, really, sir? It's a hobby of mine,
too. I'm sorry.

Do you mind very much, sir, if I take a
look? Paul.

I'll be with you, sir, in a minute.

What are you looking for, Sergeant?

The pistol?

What did you say?

I was saying that your sergeant's quite
crafty, but he won't find any pistol in

there.

How did you know the shot was fired by a
pistol?

Well, you said so.

No, I just said someone fired a shot.

Oh, yes, true.

And I instinctively looked straight at
the gun rack where, obviously, was the

gun missing.

I'm a bright boy, you see.

Yes, I see.

I've never seen such a conglomerate of
your knobs and thingamajigs. Why is the

FT put beside this M thing? The distance
scale. Thought.

Sorry, sir, it's all so terribly
curious.

In other words, sir, you were fatted at
six feet, which in metres is... Two

metres. Oh, God.

Your pictures will be out of focus, I'm
afraid.

Unless your landscape was only six feet
away.

I didn't say I took any photos. I just
said that I went out with the intention

of doing so. Of course. Sergeant, when
you satisfied your photographic

curiosity, could you be so terribly kind
as to go back and look after my tape

recorder?

Irresistible. Yes, quite.

Barbara, this cake is absolutely
delicious.

Can I have some more whipped cream,
please, Mummy? Of course you can.

Lawrence, do you mind passing the cream,
please?

At once, my dear.

Ted, please.

You're not helping yourself, Barbara.
It's not like you. Try to eat, darling.

You've hardly touched a thing.

What is it, Barbie?

I hadn't noticed. But you do look a
little pale, dear.

Quite. Is something wrong?

Well, the dessert's not poisoned, that's
for sure.

Will you please stop it?

When I think that one of you here, no
later than this morning...

One

of us what?

What the hell do you mean?

She's joking, of course.

Aren't you?

Oh, yes.

Please forgive me.

I'm a little overwrought.

Self -control, darling. Self -control.
Whatever will the inspector think of us?

The inspector was thinking you might
even take more advantage of your

hospitality.

To the point of asking if you may stay
the night.

You might suggest that to Barbara.

She is the lady of the house now.

Certainly, Inspector, if you think it
might help.

Yes, I think it'll be most opportune.

Shall we go into the library for some
coffee?

Georgie. Huh?

Some's a fool.

Very sorry, sir, but Peter was a butler.
I've no training in this work.

Thanks a lot. That's bloody obvious.

Leave the bottle and get out.

Ted, what's gotten into you?

Nothing. Just leave me alone.

Ted, darling. Cut that out.

You worry me, Ted. You're so nervous.

It should have started worrying a little
sooner, baby.

What do you mean?

While it was a question of flashy cars
and fine clothes, you could put up with

my nervousness, couldn't you? That's not
fair. You know that isn't true. Oh,

sure, sure.

You're in the club of the one -track
minders.

Money, money, money.

But I want to tell you something.

By tomorrow night, one way or another,
I'm going to get my hands on those 20

,000 quid. Dad!

Shh. Take it easy.

It's a sure thing.

Money in the bank.

Georgie, what do you want to do to me?

Shut up, or I'll strangle you.

No, Georgie.

Are you trying to tell me by any chance
that you want to get me to bed?

That's right. And if you try to resist,
you'll never get out of here alive,

okay?

Instead of making me nearly die of
fright and ruining my dress, couldn't

just ask me? Not simpler.

Listen.

In the world, there's men and there's
women.

You follow me?

All right, then.

Now, when a man fancies a woman, he says
to her, look here, I really and truly

do fancy you.

So...

How about us going to bed together?

You see?

See?

After which he either said no... or yes.

It's your first time, isn't it?

Thank you.

No.

Mummy, no.

I won't do it anymore, I promise.

Please, no.

Promise me to stop doing these things,
you understand?

Otherwise, I don't know where it will
all end.

Promise me.

George, you're my good child.

Please don't cry, Mummy.

I'm sorry.

Going into the village?

Yes, with the inspector's permission.

I have a few things to do. Did you want
to come along? No, no, I'm busy.

Listen, would you mind leaving the spool
of film down at the chemist to be

developed? Tell them I'll pop in
sometime to pick it up. No hurry.

Be glad to.

Well, I'm off.

Bye. Bye.

Like I said, we've got to strip the
whole engine down.

Oh, how long will that take?

Well, there's the weekend coming up.
We'll have to leave it till Monday, I'm

afraid, miss.

Oh, no.

I've come to rescue a lady in distress.

Of light.

Only that I'm going in another
direction.

Who am I?

I'll take those.

I was beginning to worry about you,
Isabel.

I'm sorry. That old rattle trap of ours
has broken down again.

And this gentleman was kind enough to
give me a lift home.

I thought we might ask him to stay for
tea.

Why not stay for dinner?

Very tricky shot.

And I can't concentrate under these
circumstances.

What are you thinking, Thorpe?

Sir? Oh, I was just thinking that
nothing's really beyond the Scotland

Yes, I was actually referring to the
more immediate dilemma of how to place

red ball into the right pocket, Thorpe.

Hello? Oh, Scotland Yard, sir. Ah, don't
move anything.

Inspector Grey speaking.

What? Who is this?

How dare you ask?

How dare you?

Sergeant, there's some old mad woman on
this phone who wants to know how far

we've got with the investigation.

Oh, you're right.

It's Maybel, the town's telephonic
snooper.

If we don't make her listen at all,
she's liable to drop the connection with

your call to the yard.

I'll arrest her.

Has everyone gone crazy round here?

England, not at the blast, Anderson.

Maybill? Four.

Oh, just fine.

Nope, you're about as far ahead as we
are.

But he's tracked down every possible
clue.

We can talk on it, but first the call to
the yard, eh?

No, we don't mind. You can listen if you
like.

Scotland Yard.

Ah.

Oh, come.

Hello?

Yes, Grace speaking.

Did you get the information I wanted?

Good.

Yes, go ahead.

Marvellous.

Mm -hm.

Wonderful. Thank you.

Good news, sir.

I'm accustomed as I am to anticipate a
result, Thorpe. I feel I can say that

very, very close to the point of Thorpe
in this case.

Lovely. Lovely indeed.

Yes,

my dear Thorpe, the moving finger having
pushed the right button set into motion

the wheels of criminal research
uncovering the blackguard behind the

Bush, sir?

Right. Mr. Ted Collins, the young man
who just happened to be strolling around

the park at the time of the attempt on
Miss Barbara's life, has a police

Fraud, grievous bodily harm, and right
now he's run up a huge debt to an

unsavory individual listed in our files
as an unlicensed bookmaker. A very nasty

customer indeed.

Go get Mr. Ted Collins, Thorpe.

Yes, sir.

Very efficient here. Oh, excuse me,
Inspector, but there's something very

strange going on. Mr. Ted's room is
locked from the inside.

I knocked and knocked, but no one
answered.

Ah, you're here. Where's your husband?

I don't know. An hour ago he was
upstairs in our room. Why?

Fall! Right behind you, sir.

Mr. Collins, this is Inspector Gray.

Open the door.

Mr. Collins, I order you to open this
door.

Collins!

You're only weakening your position.

Open, I say.

Open this door.

Mr. Collins, this is Inspector Gray. Oh,
blast him. Take a look.

much to see.

He's got the key inside blocking up the
altar.

Colin, open up this door at once, you
hear me? Open it at once!

Please.

Pistol. Yes,

just as I thought.

That's the same one that disappeared
from the gun case.

Yes.

All right, everybody outside.

You too, Barbara.

Case is closed.

Now, don't stay around.

The case... What was that?

Now, stay where you are. No panic,
please.

Thorpe.

Thorpe. What are you doing on the floor?

Accidentally hit the ground, sir. Did
you make a noise?

Noise? I thought the roof had fallen in.
I suppose even you have now realised

what happened, eh, Thorpe?

It's still a bit cloudy.

Good grief, man, so clear.

This suicide is practically a signed
confession.

And as for the pistol, well, I'm sure
the ballistic test will show that it's

exactly the same weapon that was used in
the attempts on this barber's life.

Hmm?

Well, probably. No doubt about it.

Desperately pressed for money, Collins
tried to kill his cousin to save his own

neck with the money from the
inheritance.

His time was running out, and the
creditors, a very nasty lot, believe me,

breathing hot down his neck.

So what does he do?

He takes the pistol, hides behind some
dense foliage in the park, and waits for

a suitable moment.

He fires, but misses his target. Then,
to his dismay, I arrive.

Remember his rather violent reaction to
that?

Well, now his back's against the wall.

He knows I can't help but uncover the
truth, so he begins to go to pieces.

Takes his pistol out again, aims at his
right temple,

And... And he killed himself.

Did the butler kill himself too, sir?

The butler?

Yes. Well, I can't be expected to
explain every little detail right on the

of the moment, Thorpe.

However, I've no doubt that I shall find
a perfect logical motive for that

murder too.

Oh, oh, what the hell are you doing now?

Oh Oh, are you mad?

What are you doing down there back in a
minute?

Don't move whatever you do

Thorpe? For a present, sir.

Thorpe!

Oh, here he is, sir.

What does all this mean?

If I may, sir, you've been listening to
a concert.

Light motif for a solo gun.

And Mr.

Collins got it in the pizzicato.

Pizzicato? I mean, yes, of course, I
knew that, yes.

Well, tell us your theory first,
Sergeant, as usual.

Now, we've got a killer who purposely
locks Collins in his bedroom. Why?

So as to plan it that we don't find out
he was killed at least two hours

earlier. Collins was killed with a
silencer. Remember those drops of resin,

what do you call it, that muck up the
muzzle when you use a silencer?

Yes, yes, of course. Yes, now, the
killer takes the weapon and plants it on

Collins to make it look suicidal.

He locks... and leaves the key inside
the door.

Then ups the sound of the speaker.

Now, mind how the dumb waiter gets down
the chute to where? The chute to where?

Hmm? To?

To a nifty little tape recorder.

All set up.

On which the killer manages to record
the pistol shot, eh?

To get through the whole recording, our
killer had an hour's worth of tape. And

so, by placing the shot halfway through,
there was ample time to mix in with the

others and...

A gift, Collins, the way to blow his
brains out.

But when I didn't hear his body so go ka
-plunk to the ground, it put me to

wonder in a trifle.

Very good thought.

Quite elementary, of course, but... You
haven't figured out who

did it yet, have you?

Oh, I'm sorry for misled you on that,
sir. I ain't got a blooming idea.

Hmm? No.

You sure now?

I don't... Know what?

We've got him, Thorpe! I don't quite
understand.

Oh, well, couldn't expect you to. You
haven't had my experience of

investigations. The murderer has left
the proof in our hands. The tape

Thorpe. You couldn't do it here, of
course, but through the resources of the

CID, we'll trace his owner in a matter
of mere hours, Thorpe. Mere hours! Sir,

as a matter of fact, a mere glance.

Oh, really? Good.

Let's see now. This is the property of
Detective Inspector L.

Gray.

Do have some tea, dear. Don't touch me.
I don't want any of you to come near me.

You frighten me.

You must try to get a grip on yourself,
Pauline.

Sure, and I should just stand here like
you, sipping my bloody tea.

When I know that someone in this
house...

What would you call this, Sergeant?

Your permission, sir.

I call it play -acting.

Barbara.

What's wrong?

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Would you like a drink?

No, not just now, thank you.

Well, then, I'll drink for both of us.

What's come over you, Anthony? You never
used to drink at all.

I do a lot of things these days I never
used to.

And vice versa.

I remember you used to write some lovely
music.

I'm afraid you're the only one to
appreciate that.

Oh, except me, of course.

Barbara, I'll tell you something I've
never even told Isabel.

What her father said when he heard that
she was going to marry me at all costs.

He was seated right here.

I can see him now, crusty old pirate
with his red face glaring at me.

Anthony, you're a good lad, but you're
not worth a damn.

Not a pauper's penny.

My daughter has the courage to face
poverty, but she needs a man at her

real man.

Trouble is, even when she does open her
ICU, she'll be too proud to admit she

made a mistake.

Anthony, you know very well Uncle Henry
was morbidly jealous of Isabel, no

matter whom she married. No, wait, I
haven't finished yet.

He also told me something else.

He said it would take a different kind
of woman, one with a driving force, with

an inner strength.

To make a man out of an entity like me.

A girl like Barbara.

He told me a girl like Barbara will make
you a happy man, Anthony.

Can I help you, sir? Excuse me.

Did you find out something else, sir?
No.

That means coach.

I forgot a receipt that I should give to
Pauline.

It was Ted's, really.

You think I should give it to her now?

Fine,

dear. Whatever you like.

I suppose it's boring.

But I didn't realize I could go spend
the night out and you couldn't care

Why, Anthony?

I trust you, that's why.

It should make you happy.

Oh, yes, I'm just too...

So damned happy, dear.

Georgie, my God, you frighten me.

Miss Pauline.

I fancy you.

How about us going to bed together? You
can either say yes or no.

Yes, of course, why not?

But on one condition, that later you
tell Mummy Ken's all about it, eh,

I got in a ute before he hit me, so all
we've got to do now is look out for

who's got a black eye and a button
-toothed fuel, eh? Yes, yes, let's start

seeing who's been running around at
night before they tell us the usual pack

lies.

Ah, so Miss Barber's been out.

Aha.

Oh, yes, another's been detached.
Doesn't surprise me at all.

You take those two.

Well, here's another night owl.

How about you, Thorpe?

This one too, sir.

Amazing. Here we have another one.

Here's one still intact.

Ah, good.

See, Thorpe? It's the classical process
of elimination.

I say, would you be kind enough to tell
me the meaning of this infernal dinner

at such an ungodly hour?

Are you inspecting my toilet, Sergeant,
or the cut of my moustache?

What's going on, Inspector?

I don't know yet, but I know I don't
like it. What don't you like now,

Inspector?

Dawn is a bit early for a conference,
don't you think, Inspector?

Yeah, maybe, maybe.

I don't see any black eyes yet, Thorpe.
I ain't exactly a lightweight with me

mitts. And I assure you, the right hook
of mine will have left a scar, sir.

Seriously, Inspector, you didn't wake us
up at this hour just to talk about

boxing, did you?

You haven't all woken up, it seems to
me.

Miss Pauline must be a particularly
heavy sleeper. She must be tired, poor

thing.

Mrs.

Collins?

Mrs. Collins?

Would you kindly open?

Inspector, Pauline isn't also... No, she
isn't. She simply disappeared.

Well, Thorpe?

Excuse me.

Nothing, no.

I opened every single drawer in the
ruddy house, but I couldn't find a suit

this year's cloth, what's lacking a
button.

Quite. Added to the famous black eye
that you insist upon, Thorpe, it leads

inevitably to an outsider.

It's quite obvious.

That bawdy woman had an accomplice.

It's as clear as daylight.

What's clear about that? Why would they
commit two murders? Answer me that, dear

lady.

And why the attempt on Miss Barbara, may
I ask?

My dear sir, if you must know, I don't
consider it at all dignified of you to

keep on asking other people to do your
work.

Stop! Take a note. Top priority.

Contact all cars in the county.

Be on the lookout for a black woman with
a white man with a black eye and a grey

button missing, all right?

Nice.

Really is a splendid day.

Don't you think?

Yes, it is, particularly for this time
of year.

Let's do something. Well, we could play
a few holes of golf.

What do you say?

I think it's a wonderful idea.

The course isn't really in shape, and
frankly, I don't know as I much feel

it. Oh, come on, it'll do you good.

Not very imaginative.

Thank you, Doctor. Come, Thorpe.

Reminded. And I'm still, we're still
nowhere near a solution.

With your permission, sir, I think we
should reconstruct, so to speak, the

right from its beginning with
chronological order. We could start with

Wednesday, sir, which coincides with the
reading of the will.

Thorpe, I've already filled in ten
rather expensive little notebooks.

and I know even less now than I did at
the beginning.

Inspector Gray?

Yes, what is it, Constable? We just
stopped a fellow for speeding.

But when I saw him close up, I
remembered your message to all cars.

Well, well, well, look who's here.

Close

match,

huh? Quite.

Ah, congratulations, Sergeant. I see
your right hook is as good as you said

was. Well, he ain't no softy himself
neither, sir.

Listen here.

Listen. What's it about?

What's all this about? What do you want
with me?

What do we want with him?

All right, I admit.

I exchange a few punches with the
copper.

Making a big fuss over it, aren't we?

Well, I'll say you know very well
they're not the principal charge.

Really? Then what is?

Three meditated murders, sir.

Three murders, in fact. You must be
joking.

No, not unless you have a perfectly good
explanation of your presence in the

house last night.

Isabel, I'm sorry. I'd go a long way to
save a lady's reputation, only I

couldn't risk murder to do it.

Explain yourself, Sonny Jim.

Last night I was... I made an
appointment that morning to be together

Exactly how do you mean together?

We were in a room on the ground floor
till early this morning, clear?

Right.

When I was about to leave, the lights
went out and you know the rest.

I'm sorry.

What do you say to that, madam?

Miss Isabel, what do you say?

Last night, I only went out of my room
to give Pauline the receipt for the

photograph that Ted asked me to have
developed. I haven't the slightest idea

this gentleman has chosen to embarrass
me in this way. He's lying.

How can you say that I wouldn't... I had
only seen the gentleman on one

occasion, and that was yesterday
afternoon.

You know that's not true.

I don't know why he's lying, but he is
lying. Isabel, for God's

sake, what are you saying?

You've got to tell the truth.

Isabel!

You can't leave like that!

Let go of me! This man just stayed in
the house! Then hang me!

No! Isabel!

Isabel!

Isabelle! Isabelle!

Go, go.

Oh, darling, I only want to get you
something to wear. You can't go around

that state.

Let me see what I have.

Here.

There's nothing like a change of clothes
to help a woman's morale.

Bill, I think Anthony knows you're
alive.

I know he does.

Even if I had told the truth, what good
would it have done to us to make a scene

like that?

Oh, sure.

He would have said nothing.

He would have been so damned
comprehensive in expressing his trust.

Why don't you leave him?

Because...

Though I know he's a failure.

Only Anthony can rescue our matrimony.

And I love him.

It's Barbara.

No.

It's Isabel.

Good God, for a moment.

I saw that dress and I thought it was
you.

No. It's Isabel, Inspector.

And I... I'm the one who killed her.
What?

I killed her.

I killed her.

Why?

Don't you see I'm the one?

You mistook me for Isabel on the floor.
I just now... The murder method doesn't

say a thing.

That fool always meant for me.

She was in my room, with my clothes.

It's as if I killed her myself.

No, no, no. Just try to keep calm now.

The shot came from outside, Ethel.

From outside?

And more than likely from that window.

Keep off the floor, Thorpe. Yes.

They're damn blurred.

But it looks like they've been made by a
man, too.

Afraid that won't help you very much,
sir. Why not?

Well, nowadays it's starless for a lady
to wear a man's shoe.

I'm referring naturally to the golf
course, sir.

Well, that's obvious, Thorpe. Yes,
quite.

It's... mad.

Oh, nothing, sir. It's just that...
Doesn't it strike you like there's some

funny in this here room?

Funny?

Ah. Don't rightly know, sir.

It's like a sensation, know what I mean?

Oh, what do you call it? An intuition,
sir.

Like... Like there's something different
now from what it was.

Oh, well, that's where the window's
open.

Probably.

Do keep a clear head, Pa.

Barbara, wait.

What's the matter, George? I've got to
talk to you right away.

Not now. It's terribly important, my
little cousin.

What's all about?

They're not here.

Somewhere quiet.

Somewhere no one can hear us.

Barbara, don't you trust me?

I trust you, George. I have to trust
somebody, otherwise I'll go out of my

They're terribly important.

Meet me in ten minutes down at the
table.

Nobody ever goes there.

Okay.

Oh, Barbara.

Mind you don't say anything to the
inspector.

It's in the interest of the family.

Yes. Yes, sir, I know they're one of the
leading families in the land. Not till

now I've used all possible tact and
discretion.

But if they go on lying and covering up
for each other like a bunch of thieving

gypsies... Then I'll lock up the lot of
them.

Sir.

Well, if it's not asking too much,
explain what you're standing there like

stuffed dummy for, Thorpe.

Wake up, man.

What? Oh, sorry.

I got it, and yet I can't explain the
meaning.

Like, I mean, why am I hearing a noise
going on and around in my head, sir?

a buzzing bee that's trying to tell me
something.

What do you have in your head, Thorpe? A
brain or a bloody beehive?

Do you think that with four murders to
solve, I've got time to start worrying

about your damn buzzing noises, you
hobnailed country yokel pumpkin?

Last night, I only went out of my room
to give Pauline the receipt for the

photographs Ted asked me to have
developed.

The receipt for the photographs Ted
asked me to have developed.

To give Pauline the receipt for the
photographs Ted asked me to have

To have developed.

Maybe it's Aloysius.

No, no, no. I don't want Scotland Yard.

Would you put the call on through to
Reggie?

Reggie, the photographer?

Reggie, this is Thorpe. I've got a
little thing here. I believe there's

pictures you were developing for the
Carters?

And the receipts made out for?

Out to Ted Collins.

Tell me, is there a chance? I mean, you
probably took a look at those photos,

right? Right, right.

Oh, nobody's there. Just pictures that
have got to do with the estate.

Huh?

But listen, can you explain what about a
clock?

A clock and a pistol?

Funnier. Listen, Reggie, would you mind
very much bringing me over them photos?

Huh? You gave that to Ted Coll... You
did?

No, no, no.

Would you repeat that?

Ted Collins?

It's not that I doubt your word, Reggie,
but do you know Ted Collins?

Oh, I thought.

Listen, Reggie, could you kindly
describe him? I mean, give me a

this Ted Collins.

Aye.

Yes.

Oh, I know the fellow all right now.
Thanks a lot, Reggie.

Saw a clock.

And a piston.

Gordon!

Hey, you two there!

It's me, Thorpe!

Come on up right away!

And you might get the others!

Oh, please take a seat, everyone. I
mean, there's no sense standing around

is there?

Your ladyship, George, together then.

What's the meaning of this? What the
devil's going on, Thorpe?

Nothing, sir.

Nothing, sir, forenoon. Not a blooming
thing.

Not before twelve.

Aye.

Here.

That clock. working exactly so that's
what i too kept marveling at it's not

supposed to be ticking and yet it's
ticking strange if no one's been in here

over a month oh so there are ghosts here
in the old family home too the devil in

this ain't no phantasm milad all right
because it's

somebody in here that wants all of sir
henry's money every ruddy coin

and what are you going to do but would
you mind very much if i Pick the

murderer out.

Or would you prefer to do it, sir?

No, no, no. You carry on, Sergeant.

If you make a mistake, I'll correct you.

Well, thanks, sir.

So, according to you, one of us here is
the guilty party.

You realize, I hope, Sergeant, the
seriousness of what you're saying?

Lady Campbell.

Offending your sensitivities ain't
nearly as serious as committing four

killings, don't you think?

Even if two of them were not foreseen in
the murderer's plan.

Which two, Paul?

Well, of course, to you it's obvious.
I'm talking about Ted Collins and

sir. Yes, Ted Collins, sir, had managed
to find out who shot at Cousin Barbara.

Thanks to a photo.

He had it all figured out.

But the murderer got to him first.

And then also killed his wife for fear
that she knew too much.

Do you think he was going to use that
photograph for blackmailing?

You're asking for my opinion.

You've definitely missed your vocation.

Should have been on the stage.

Romeo and Juliet. I should think he's
suited to your temperament, Sergeant.

Sergeant Thorpe in A Story of Love.

Oh, lovely. You really hit the night on
the head, yeah?

But there is an actor.

And of great emotion.

In a story of murder and... and love.

What does all this charade mean,
Sergeant Thorpe? It means that I could

who's the killer.

And the way it happened and all.

But I'd still have to prove it.

It's a matter of seconds now.

The killer knows that I know.

You might call it a battle of nerves.

But I've got the murderer truly
petrified now.

I'm really very sorry, sir, but...
You've got about a 30 -second

margin. What does that mean, Sergeant? I
don't understand.

Who found that shot, Thorpe?

With your permission, sir, the
telescope.

Oh.

The weapon.

Clever, eh, Inspector?

Another stretch of wire.

Wire, wire, wire, wire, wire, wire.

And the journey ends inside the clock.

No, no!

My God, I've got it.

Oh, congratulations, sir. Thank you.

You can't fool now, George.

I know you picked up them photos,
passing yourself off as Ted Collins.

You're not covering up for no one now,
so out with them photos, lad.

So that's it.

Really, huh? Because of those photos.

Huh, Georgie?

Isn't that the reason you called me
outside just now?

Yes, that's right.

And I know what you'd have given me to
thank me.

How did you come to possession of this
photograph?

Pauline gave him the receipt from the
chemist's shop.

It was at night. She was frightened. She
didn't want to be alone.

But I left her.

Because I was too afraid of mummy.

George, how could you? Why could you,
old vicious, bitchy bat?

Miss Barbara, since there had to be a
second will, whatever became of it, did

you destroy it?

What second will, Sergeant?

Well, there had to be a particular
motive for the murder of the butler

the opening of the first will.

Obviously, he witnessed the later will.

Isn't that right?

Yes.

Uncle Henry made a new will a few hours
before he died.

Idiot, thieving, miserable, strumpet!

You are a vampire! I doubt the second
will got you anything better.

So who was to inherit it all?

I think Isabel.

Isabel. She'd always been in my way. She
always cut me off from everything.

The inheritance.

Anthony. Me? You didn't kill her for
that. I killed her for you, Anthony. For

us. Great stuff, little cousin.

What was a good lawyer in the old
balance of the mind disturbed bit?

You should be back in circulation in
about ten years.

Well, Thorpe, this Carter case has been
quite tricky.

Yes, quite tricky.

And I really sorted them out, eh?

I must say, you've been quite a help to
me.

Oh, I didn't do very much, really. Oh,
no, what's fair is fair.

And don't worry, I won't forget to
mention you in my report.

I say, I don't suppose you'd care to
have me transfer you to London, Scotland

Yard, with me?

You're not bantering, sir, now, I mean,
I thought...

I thought I belonged in a barn.

Just thinking of London, sir, is
frightening.

Couldn't resist one last joke, eh?

Very funny. Oh, yes.

All right, lad, go on, on your feet.

If I may, sir, what if he's not joking?

What do you mean?

Supposedly he really is dead.

You're the expert, Thorpe. How fast can
we get the hell out of here?

London's two hours by train, sir. Right,
carry on, Thorpe.