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This is the suspected breaking and wind-themed hall.

Your daddy runs a stakey home.

My father owns a stakey home.

Friends in high places?

Define high places, sir.

Has the Prime Minister been known to drop him for tea?

Not to my knowledge, no.

But certain members of the royal family do spend the occasional weekend there.

Far from the mading crowd.

I have been asked, no.

I have been ordered to grant you leave of absence.

I'm sorry I don't understand, sir.

Join the club, matepiece.

Join the club.

Your father is, I believe, a collector, right?

No, actually, it was my grandfather who was the great collector.

He was one of those true Victorian eccentrics.

One occasion he traveled by a camera.

Spare me the details, Sergeant.

Does your father have any possession of priceless antique jade artifacts?

Yes.

But actually, they're part of a trust for tax purposes, capital gangs.

They've been nicked.

Quite naturally, your father is anxious to affect their recovery.

As far as I'm concerned, it's a case for the yard's art and antique squad.

But I seem to be in a minority of one.

So off you go?

To do what, sir?

To sort it out, Sergeant.

To sort it out.

And take that bloody yank with you.

Tell him to keep that cannon of his holster.

We don't want complaints from the palace, do we?

How are we doing?

Yeah.

This is what I call landed gentry country.

This is some estate.

Do you expect the restoration?

Restoration or what?

Turn right there.

Oh, this looks like some kind of historical place.

The family have owned this estate since the Magna Carta.

You know, if I lived then, I probably would have been a knight in shining armor.

If you'd lived then, it would have been shining the armor at night.

To shame.

Hey,

on Earth, didn't you tell it home?

I did.

Oh.

You're as beautiful as ever.

You're a bit pale though, you know?

It's all that London.

Yeah, it's bad for you.

You should spend more time out here.

I want to talk to you about...

First of all, I want to know all about their awful American.

That hudlem, Dempsey, they foisted on you.

Lieutenant James Dempsey.

Lord Winfield.

How did you?

It was wonderful to see you.

I hope you don't think I was referring to you.

Good Lord, no.

There's some other pride for American.

An Albert Dempsey entirely.

A gorilla.

Not like you at all.

Good man.

Did that man carry our luggage through?

It's customary.

It is?

If one is staying.

Why is one staying?

This is my home.

This is you what?

My home.

And him?

He's my father.

Make peace.

I'm going to murder you.

Installed by the same firm that safeguards the crown jeweled.

Look at this.

Red beans.

Temperature alarms.

Pressure pads.

Who weren't taking any chances, sir?

Well, the collection is regarded as priceless.

Priceless, huh?

Twenty-five pieces of Jane, Mr. Dempsey, or as we sat once called it, Nephrite.

Every piece dating back to the Shan Yin dynasty.

Very old.

How old?

The Shan Yin dynasty lasted from 1760 B.C.

till the 12th century, B.C.

That is old.

Twenty-five pieces, you said, sir.

Some countries would have gone to war for less.

This expertise with the cocktail shaker makes me

believe that all Americans can their lives behind bars.

Well, I certainly put a few people there, but actually it was

a lady bartender from the Bronx that taught me her secrets.

I bet she did.

How do you like your martini, sir?

Dry, Mr. Dempsey.

Very dry.

Well, you've been having a lot of excitement

down here, which you seem to be thriving on.

Frantic going's on.

Maronic policemen clambering all over the place.

Poking and prying.

Fingerprint powder everywhere, absolute chaos.

The experts told me that they'd taken up 33 sets of fingerprints.

It turns out that 17 of them belong to the local constabulary.

Oh, Frantic.

They have 16?

Who they belong to?

Myself and the staff.

And guests?

Guests or guests?

A small weekend party.

How small?

Some eight people in all?

And these guests, they're still in the house?

Naturally.

And the local police, they questioned?

Endlessly.

Search them?

Every nook and cranny.

Well, same use, sir.

I need to know who these guests are.

Harry, what do you do?

Okay.

My secretary, Nate Smith, has the list.

Hello, Nate Smith.

It's Harry.

Father would like the current guest list.

Would you bring it in?

Thank you.

Miss Harriet, how delightful to see you back.

Hello, Nate Smith.

My lord, you requested...

I beg your pardon.

I had no idea.

Mr. Gerald, Nate Smith.

Lieutenant Dempsey.

How'd you do, sir?

You requested a copy of the guest list, my lord.

Will that be all, sir?

Thank you, Nate Smith.

Very good, my lord.

Mr. Dempsey.

Miss Harriet.

There's something about that, ma'am.

I find totally repellent.

Harry.

There are three married couples, Biffin and Esmeralda.

They're old friends.

She's a bit of a tippler.

Can't imagine either of them as burglars.

And then there's Selwyn and Prunella.

Selwyn turned up late, had to attend a committee meeting in the House of Lords.

And Prunella motor down with an American couple Arnold and Susie Sims.

Selwyn met Arnold at some function or other, took a shine

and suggested they should come down for the pheasant shoot.

Arnold fancies himself with a gunning of squirrels eye at 60 paces and all that.

Probably wear a coon skin hat at the shoot.

That leaves.

Two?

Yes.

Francis Trafford and a gentleman from the Chinese Embassy, Mr. Cheng Cheng Soup.

And apart from a natural interest in the jade, I can't tell you very much about him.

I'll check him out tomorrow.

He worries me.

Why is that?

I only got his word that he can handle a gun.

Well done, Mr. Cheng.

First brace to you.

Do you see that fellow there, this is Mr. Jesset, my state manager.

What do you want to skip this?

Take more than a spinal problem to keep Mr. Jesset from a pheasant shoot.

He's extremely brave.

Oh, foolish.

What do you want the military cross?

Where?

Korean conflict.

There it is again.

What?

What do you want the military cross?

In God's name, what do you think you're doing?

I was about to shoot your father.

I'm sorry, but like the man said, it's open season.

Francis, how was your day?

Good night?

Just a few near, Mr. Wind and deflection, my dear, wind and deflection.

I need a little practice.

Oh, I doubt that.

That fact, it's perfect, my dear.

What did you think of her?

A tract of woman.

Suspect number one.

A friend of the family.

Oh, five, and the bosom.

It's great.

It's great to see you.

So he showed more investment in the present.

So what?

Since season, I'm trying to tell you that the man needs to watch.

Don't lecture me.

I'm not in the mood.

The man for all seasons.

He's a cold fish.

He means resisted your irresistible charm.

I worry about you, Arnold.

In developing your body, I think you damage your brain.

Gerald Mason is capable of anything.

How do you feel about the chime you used to be?

Prawn balls give me ingestion.

Keep circulating.

And in the meantime, you'll be doing what?

Well, I'll be keeping my eye on... I can guess who.

Right.

I've got a tool to you.

And that's part of your thing.

You're out.

How do you find him?

Heh, heh, heh, heh.

That's a bit strange.

You okay?

Yes, of course I am.

Funny feeling sort of out in the bushes.

Oh, heh, heh, heh, heh.

It's a good news.

Heh, heh, heh.

I've been attending your father for more years than I can't remember.

But I've never prescribed anything that possibly induced this condition.

Do you mean he's drunk?

That's my diagnosis.

Is it a Mickey Finn?

You're the detectives.

How would it affect him?

Will he be all right?

His heart beats a trifle irregular, but

that'll steady up as he comes out of the coma.

Blood pressure's fine.

Mind you, he'll have one hell of a hangover when he comes round.

Apart from that, he'll live.

Keep an eye on him, watch his breathing.

If there's any change, call me, all right?

Thank you, Dr. Potter.

You mind?

Your father drank a glass of champagne that was intended for me.

What do we do now?

We wait.

For what?

For something or someone who can crawl out of the woodwork.

What was it the local police said?

They had road blocks set up within four minutes of the alert.

That argues an inside job.

It's gotta be.

The jade's probably still in the house.

We're on the grounds.

And Ace meant to boost the number one position.

Do we start leaning on him?

Not yet.

Let him make his next move.

Then we'll lean on him.

Sorry to disturb you.

We're all terribly worried about Freddie.

How is he?

He's fine.

Sleeping soundly.

And out of danger.

Well, that's good.

Well, uh, good night.

Niesmith's talking to Francis Trafford.

Niesmith does a lot of talk and keep you ready to do it.

I know every sand in his house.

Every creek in every floorboard.

Anybody moves, I'll know.

Oh, that's great.

I may not be jungle trained in Vietnam, but I do have ears.

Well, that's a fact.

Something on your mind?

Sleeping toes.

Yes.

Vodka.

I never travel without it.

It's a lethal combination, ladies.

I have trouble sleeping.

Is there something I can do to help?

Niesmith says you're a detective.

Is Niesmith something to do with this?

You hear what I said?

Is there something you want to tell me?

My husband, Richard, he was an archaeologist.

He wanted it to be known, to be famous.

He wanted that desperately.

To such an extent that he was prepared to cheat.

None of that was reflected in his reports.

He spoke of wonderful things coming to light of new discoveries.

Then he contracted typhoid and died.

I was staying here at the time.

Niesmith's couldn't have been more kind and more considerate.

You had an affair with him.

Yes.

My husband's effects were sent home.

These included his diary.

It was all there.

You showed this diary to Niesmith.

He took it.

A safekeeping.

A sexual blackmail.

And now?

Now?

I don't know.

Don't go.

Please.

I'm so frightened.

I'm shaking.

I didn't get a good night's sleep.

Oh, you're a great help, Mr. Dempsey.

A great help.

Lock the door behind me.

You bastard.

Francis Traffit is dead.

I found a body floating in the lake.

Oh, my God.

Did you see anything?

No.

I heard something.

I didn't see a thing.

I'm going to phone spikings.

No, not yet.

Why not?

Because first we're going to lean on Niesmith.

Where's his room?

Not just a minute, Dempsey.

I resent the way you're ordering me around my own houses.

It's my territory.

What are you hollering?

You wake up the whole castle.

Let's get him down.

His sleeves are wet.

There's mottin' his shoes.

If these aren't fingernail scratches, this worm killed Francis Traffit.

He wasn't the more dirt than I figured.

The killer was obviously looking for something.

I want you to work on the assumption that he was disturbed before he found it.

If it's there, I'll find it.

Go over this place, inch by its user imagination.

I remember that to look under the bed.

And under the floorboards and behind the wallpaper in the toilet if you have to.

I mean, search this place, you with me.

Unfortunately, I seem to be.

Could be on the body.

You better search that too.

If you need me.

You'll be where?

Then Chinese checkers.

Mr. Chang.

I could have sworn I saw somebody headin' for this room.

Not here.

What'd you find?

Nothing.

Loads of papers, but nothing.

You search every inch of this place?

Yes.

You search this?

Yes!

Would you please be careful with me?

This place of family has been in my family for generations.

I know, since the restoration.

Anyone with half an eye could recognize this as Victorian.

And any police in 2020 vision might see this as a piece of vital evidence.

I was just about to look there.

I'm sure.

These are copies of Interpol crime sheets.

Any names?

Yes.

Hoffman.

Harold.

Hoffman.

Doesn't ring any bells.

We'll only put it through the CRO.

Do it right away.

Tonight?

No, I mean today.

It doesn't give me much time.

For what?

I suppose bed is out of the question.

Make peace.

You choose the weirdest times.

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

Have you been out of the house this evening?

For a short time, yes.

I found it difficult to sleep in strange bed.

Two people died tonight.

Died?

That's right.

Francis Trafford, Gerald Natesmith.

They both been murdered.

You didn't hear anything.

No.

Apart from the screech of a night, I'll then that infernal peacock.

I'll say good night then.

If I can be of any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask.

What if I could make an observation, sir?

Please.

You're booked?

Yes.

It's upside down.

Unscrutable.

Is he on your list of suspects?

Sure.

Anything on Hoffman and those Central Pole crime sheets?

Not yet.

We're still working on it.

We're still working on it.

Still working on it, sure.

Now listen, Dempsey.

You were sent down here to affect the recovery of some priceless antiques.

Suddenly we got two dead bodies on our hands.

Well, let's situate.

Let me try again.

Are you in any danger of recovering the jade?

Right now the jade is just a bait.

I'm looking for a killer.

I intend to find him or her.

Can I depend on that?

Yeah, you can.

The stuff you are so is in the boot of the car.

This morning I was down at the local coroner's office.

Then in a bit of a panic.

You remember the old adage, sufficient under the day?

Well, let's have no more depopulation.

See what I mean.

Bear it in mine.

Let me get that.

You know.

Just out for a little swim.

Yeah.

How's the water?

It's lovely.

That water's freezing cold.

That's just how I like it.

My wife's at home in the water, Dempsey.

Do you care to join her?

No, I'm safe for an old terra firmer.

The more firmer, the less terra.

Yeah.

Well, she's safe enough with me around.

When I decide to go swimming, I'll let you know.

Yes, too.

What do I do if you don't come out of the lake alive?

Call my mother.

Can I have my hoodie?

And tell her what.

Make peace.

Just go back to the house and call spikings.

Okay.

It's your funeral.

Right.

My friends.

You may feel it's necessary to take this kind of risk.

My mask.

You may spare a thought for the people who leave behind.

Make peace.

Shut up.

Go jump in the blood.

Harry, the telex has just come through.

Hoffman is an alias.

He's well known in America.

He's on the most wanted list.

Only he's known there as Arnold Sims.

Arnold Sims?

Well, well, well.

Right, Sam.

That's a good fishing for Dempsey.

Make peace.

Play hero Dempsey and the lady gets hurt.

Sorry.

He took me by surprise.

Hoffman, that is.

What do you say, Dempsey?

You want to hear her scream?

Knowing the lady Hoffman, that might take a lot of prodding.

I want you to clean the cylinder and throw the peace in the fireplace.

A mistake on your part.

A little lady gets skewered, just like her other friend.

You better believe me.

I believe you.

I'm dumping the chamber.

I'm losing the gun.

I want to see the jade.

A face down on the floor.

Spread eagle.

Thanks for saving me the trouble, Dempsey.

Let's go with a day ahead.

James,

I hope you'll come and visit us again soon.

Get away from that metropolitan pollution.

Get away from that metropolitan pollution.

Thanks.

We're permitting, I'll think about that.

Good-bye, darling.

Bye, Daddy.

Take care of yourself.

I'll be down as soon as I can.

Dempsey, I owe you a deep apology.

Case of mistaken identity.

Celaga.

I think I prefer Old World English hospitality.

Your Americans play rough.

You play pretty good yourself.

The jade will not accompany me back to China.

It's rightful home.

You see Mr. Dempsey?

Our government make agreement with Lord Winfield to return jade to Chinese people.

Unfortunately, Mr. Naismith learned of this.

The rest is history.

We got a rule.

I guess you're just going to have to come to terms with it.

With what?

No longer being a wealthy Harris.

You always have something to look forward to.

Like what?

A police woman's pension.