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Thank you.

Put it.

Save the red.

That's still not right. It wouldn't frighten a child.

If it's a dummy, we can easily... Look, we're not testing the dummy.

I'm sorry, Lynn. It's not your fault. We're missing out on the impact

somewhere.

Let's try it like this.

A bit touchy, ain't he? He's got problems.

Who hasn't?

Who's he?

Chief accountant.

Juggles of money. He's got no face for it.

Deadpan. Even Lotus Blossom would make a fine pair.

Excrutable.

Inscrutable. That's what I say.

Sorry, Pete. Give them a couple of minutes and we'll try it again.

We'll go again from the top. Charles, come and sit down.

Beautiful, doesn't she?

Yes, she does.

Anything wrong?

Studio management are worried about the contract payment. I think we should set

their minds at rest.

We can't just stall them until the series has been okayed by the network.

Only to prolong your agreement with Lynne.

Well, you advised me to give her my rights in the Italian picture.

Money from the Italian film rights is still in Lynne's name.

It served its purpose.

It can return to you now the whole 300,000 pounds. All this financial

manipulation leaves a bad taste, Charles.

There isn't why it should.

We're not the first company to arrange our affairs legally to suit our own

advantage. I've made Lynne's check out for 2,000 pounds to cash.

My cash.

That way we cover up what's gone before.

It's a pity we had to involve her in all this.

2,000 pounds.

She's being well paid for her involvement.

When are you going to settle with them? Tonight.

I'll have a word now.

All right.

We'll be brief. Of course.

Peter.

All right, let's go.

Make it a shooting bell.

Bye-bye, darling.

Bye.

Stay when you're ready.

Oh, Peter, will you take the flowers, please?

All right, John.

Quiet, please.

Turn over.

See? Mark it.

Then say on, test, take four.

Forgive me for being so late. You must have given me up.

I knew you'd be here as soon as you could.

You're a remarkable girl, then. Why?

For having such faith in any man.

Only in you.

You understand why you're signing this.

I'm giving up all claims to the money in my Swiss bank account, returning it to

Wayne. That's it, exactly.

For which he's happy to pay you 2,000 pounds.

Wouldn't a check have been simpler?

Wayne considered it more prudent to pay in cash.

So what we did, selling Italian film rights, was illegal?

Not at all, Lynn.

He could give you those rights any time he wanted, and I helped you sell them to

the highest bidder.

I see.

In the eyes of the law, You're making him a gift of the money now.

But the money was never mine.

We know that, but no one else does.

Doing it this way, although it's a little involved, ensures that the money

will be there for Wayne's new film series.

Without you, Lynn, over half would vanish in taxes.

Won't he still have to pay?

Very little.

And then not for a year.

He must have a full year and all the money to make the series.

His career is at stake. It's very important.

Oh, I never knew it was so important.

Trust me. You know that.

Oh, the light.

Fused again.

It's always happening.

I'll fix it.

Should be someone there. It's my number.

Hello. Wayne?

I've been ringing you for five minutes. Where were you?

I fell asleep.

I waited in until nine.

What time will you be home?

I have to work on the script, Sarah. I'm staying in town.

That has a familiar ring.

It still happens to be true. It's not aligned to the occasion.

Let me speak to your brother.

I isn't here.

He enjoys the same amount of freedom as you do.

I expect you both when I see you.

Please, Helen, not at this hour. Did he say where he was going?

I don't know.

Now then, switch off the current.

And then we can... Two

sheds

up here.

Thank you very much. Good night.

Standing you up?

Wish I knew. Try again later.

Give me 20 of those, will you?

I'll take the coffee in the cold.

Hey, what about your change?

Give it.

I don't care.

My name's Simon.

Did you put in the call, sir? Yes, sir. The doctor's inside.

Now, Sam, you got here early. Right on my own doorstep. Live a couple of

hundred yards down the road.

Any apparent sign of a struggle?

None at all.

Name's Briars. Charles Briars.

Any idea how long he was in the tank? About six or seven hours.

Take a look at his left hand, index finger and thumb. Second degree burns.

Must have been pretty painful.

The cuff link's missing, sir. Yes.

Pretty recent, I should say.

Could a match or a cigarette lighter have done that? Doubt it. Whatever it

was would have given him what for.

See if the cuff link is in the tank, will you? It'll have to be emptied, sir.

That's right.

I'll get the plumber.

I took the liberty of emptying his pockets, that's all, yeah?

A security chap was telling me our late friend was chief accountant for W.D.

Productions. W.D.? Wayne Douglas.

Your husband and Miss Cyan flew to Zurich.

She booked in at the Dolder.

They spent the day together.

Where did my husband stay?

He didn't. He left for Rome the same evening.

Rome? Yes, he spent the next 48 hours at the Cinecitta Studios.

I have a sworn affidavit from the driver that was with him all the time.

What was he doing there?

Business, I assume.

You know, divorce inquiries have to be discreet.

This isn't making sense. Why take Linda Zurich and then leave her?

Must be more to it than that. Well, maybe so, but if there is a man in her

life, it certainly isn't your husband. Anyone would think you were working for

him.

Sorry, I didn't mean that.

Six weeks.

We don't seem to have found out much, do we?

We know there was nothing between your husband and Miss Cyan.

That must be some consolation, surely?

Yes. I wish I'd never started this awful business.

Buddy.

What are you doing up there?

Looking for you.

I thought I told you to stay away from there while I was out.

I have to talk to you.

Later, okay? Oh, please, buddy. It's important.

Then it'll have to wait for me.

That covers everything.

What's this, then? Giving your private eyes marching orders? Oh, buddy, please.

Why so touchy? He's not complaining. I was just admiring your car.

You think he'll make me an offer?

Why, he wouldn't be interested in a straight swap, would he? Not while I'm

still paying off the installments. I knew we had something in common.

As a matter of fact, I'm still paying off my installments, all right.

Big brother-in-law, Wayne.

He's always generous to afford us, my brother-in-law.

No fags, eh?

The village forgot to deliver.

The village forgot?

You mean the forgotten village, don't you?

Oh, thanks.

Very, very nice. What's this?

A present from a grateful divorcee? No, but I'm glad you approve.

Oh, don't have a sudden rush of blood to the head. I mean, my approval isn't

worth a light in this house. I'll see you out.

Thanks. Why don't you ask him where Wayne spent last night?

I beg your pardon?

Well, uh...

He didn't spend it here, did he?

Good morning.

May I come in?

A gentleman to see Mr. Douglas. Oh, thank you, Karen.

My husband isn't here.

Mrs. Douglas? Yes. Good morning. My name is Simon. I'm a police officer.

My brother and Mr. Webb.

Is anything wrong?

It was your husband I wanted to see.

Do you know where he is? I understand that he didn't sleep here last night.

Trust Karen to let that out.

Is there any reason why that should remain a secret, sir? Why don't you ask

Wayne? Is he in any trouble?

Not that I'm aware of. I just wanted to talk to him about Mr. Briars.

Charles? Well, what about him?

He's dead.

Dead?

They found his body at the studio this morning, lying in an aquarium tank.

Did you know him, sir?

Only that he worked for Mr. Douglas, that's all.

Oh, terrible.

But what's he got to do with Wayne?

Well, he employed Mr. Bryars, and I thought he might be able to help us with

our inquiries.

Well, I don't see how.

Charles was the sort of person to go his own way. So I've been told.

Did you know a young lady called Lim Cyan?

Well, why pick on her?

I'm sorry if I made it sound like a lottery, sir.

I didn't pick on the young lady.

We do know that Mr. Bras was to have seen her last night, that's all.

Prove him what?

I wish I knew, sir.

Is she a friend of yours, sir?

Ah, no.

My brother-in-law wouldn't approve.

Don't be idiotic. Why is that, sir?

Well, he discovered her. Oh, I see. A sort of modern Columbus, eh?

Not quite.

He didn't put America under personal contract.

But Wayne put Lynn under personal contract, so that means the bar's up.

Stop it, buddy.

Do you know where she lives, sir?

Uh, no.

Knightsbridge.

She has a flat in Lancastrian Court, 15B.

Oh, then you know her, sir.

Not, uh, not personally, no.

Mr. Webb was acting for me.

That had nothing to do with Charles.

It only concerned Miss Cyan and my husband.

Thank you.

Helen, what are you doing here?

The police were looking for you.

What for?

Charles died last night.

He was drowned.

You didn't know?

How could I know? I spent most of the night at my desk. I slept there. I've

just come back from the gymnasium.

But he was drowned in the tank on your set.

That's not possible.

He was all right last night when I saw him. In Lynn's apartment?

Look, don't try and put words into my mouth, dear.

I heard music when you phoned me.

That was in a coffee bar.

You went with Lynn?

I was drinking coffee.

Look, I've got enough problems trying to promote this series without adding to

them.

Later. Sorry.

Sit down, Helen.

Why? I've got something to tell you.

Go on.

I've been aware of your Mr.

Webb's...

professional interest in me for the last three weeks.

You never said anything.

No, I thought you should get your money's worth.

Generous. Not particularly.

Besides, when I got used to his persistent shadow, it was quite a

comfort. Why?

Because I knew he'd tell you the truth about Len and me.

Who told you about Webb?

Mario Vicente, the editor on the Italian picture.

He overheard Mr. Webb making some discreet inquiries.

A masculine fraternity all the way from Rome.

Strange, you know.

What?

I've never had much time for private detectives up till now. Joe, Mr.

Webb seems to be the exception to the rule.

He is.

Why, really?

It's money, isn't it?

You, Charles, and Liv.

Yes, but that had nothing to do with his death.

How do you know?

With no connection.

We weren't breaking the law, you know.

Just using it.

That's right.

You draw a fine distinction.

You know the cost of the series.

I had to put up all the money.

I got the money from the Italian picture.

Charles sold my interest in the picture for 300,000 pounds. He couldn't use my

name. He had to use someone else's.

Lynn's?

Tax avoidance.

Not really.

I gave my rights in the Italian picture to Lynn.

Gave them?

On the understanding that I should take them back in due course.

And have you?

Well, Charles was supposed to do that last night. I hope he didn't.

But if he didn't, the money's still in Lynn's name.

Yes.

Oh, darling.

Darling, why didn't you call me before?

I'm so frightened on my own.

I know.

I've just been silly.

But I'm so happy to hear your voice.

I love you.

Yes,

darling.

I'm a world perfect, as you asked me.

I'm not frightened now.

Everything will be all right.

You will see.

Just a little while and we'll be as rich as clear.

Here he is now.

Find him, pick up the book, have it open, and go and let him in.

Go now.

Oh, I love you.

Miss Sire?

Yes? I'm a police officer. May I come in?

Please.

May I? Oh, thank you.

Please come in and sit down.

Why did you want to see me? It's about Mr. Bryars.

I'm trying to trace his movements last night.

I believe he was going to meet you.

Yes, he was here, but only for a few minutes.

Quite late.

He left here about midnight.

Is he in trouble?

I'm afraid he's dead.

Dead?

How horrible.

Was there an accident?

Had you known him long?

Five months. I met him in Rome while he was working on a film for Mr. Douglas.

You were good friends?

He was very kind to me and helped me.

I see.

I was an actress in Hong Kong.

When my father died, he left me a little money.

So I came to England.

And Mr. Brice helped you?

He advised me how to invest my money.

There wasn't much, so I had to be very careful.

He introduced me to important people like producers, directors.

It was a happy association?

I like to think it was more.

They say happiness is a state of mind, but it is really of the heart.

Like love?

You said he left here about midnight.

Yes. Was he in a hurry?

Did he seem anxious to leave?

No.

Did he have another appointment last evening?

No.

Did anything unusual happen when he was here?

How do you mean?

Well, there are some burns on his hand.

Obviously an accident.

I wondered if that could have happened here.

No, nothing happened here.

Yours, etc.

All three airmails to Los Angeles.

Oh, and ring Richard Webb. Ask him to see me at his earliest convenience.

Does he know what it's about?

Just tell him it's a personal matter.

And in determining that question, the jury shall take into account everything

both done and said, according... Richard

Webb? This is Mr. Wayne Douglas' secretary.

If it's convenient, can you meet Mr. Douglas at the studios this afternoon?

Mr. Douglas, are you sure it's me he wants to see?

Quite sure.

All right.

I'll be there at four. Is that convenient?

That'll be fine. Thank you. Goodbye.

I thought I was seeing double.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Pathologist report.

Briars died about midnight.

So much for Chinese bedtime stories.

Sir?

A young actress called Lin Saiyan.

She told me that Briars left her flat at midnight.

It's just taken me an hour to get here from there.

That's interesting.

I don't let conjecture run away with you.

Inute mineral tracing's in both lungs.

So I see.

Oh, and I found this. It's half the missing cufflink from his shirt.

How?

The link's broken.

Where was it?

In the luggage boot of his car, sir. Right at the back.

That's odd.

How do you mean, odd?

That you should know so little about his private life, sir.

I didn't live in his pocket. He was my chief accountant, not my brother. The

finance of the company was his responsibility.

I had enough to do writing, producing and directing.

Brian's cast a check for 2,000 pounds yesterday.

Do you know if he had that money on him last night?

No, I don't. Why?

Well, it's missing.

Do you know what it was for?

No.

You signed the cheque. I signed them all.

And he didn't tell you what it was for?

He might have. I can't remember. I was busy shooting a difficult test scene at

the time.

When did you last see him alive?

Last night, a few minutes before midnight.

He was coming out of a block of flats in Knightsbridge.

Miss Sions?

Yes.

You were watching him, sir?

Why should I be watching him?

Seems a little odd.

Look, everything seems odd to you. I don't spy on my employees.

I intended calling on Miss Cyan until I realized how late it was.

A few minutes before midnight.

What's so significant about that?

The time factor.

What do you mean?

The pathologist report states the death occurred between 11.30 and 12.30.

So? It takes an hour to get here from the flat.

He couldn't have reached the studio before 1 a.m.

Which means what?

He couldn't have driven himself, sir, could he?

He was dead.

My back hurts.

Sit up.

Take a deep breath.

Raise the troops, flagging morale.

Karen, I don't want you in here.

Please, Karen.

Achoo!

Oh, don't make with the drama, Alan.

All right, do as she says, love.

We can finish this any time.

I'll be the same.

Do you mind going, Adrian?

I was invited here by Buddy.

I'm asking you to go.

Please? And you ask so nicely.

Who could refuse?

Wouldn't it be lovely?

I'll call you later.

I'm not going to have the same trouble with Karin as I had with the last girl.

That's reassuring.

I want you to leave her alone.

Stop bringing her up here, putting silly ideas into her head.

Then tell her. I'm telling you.

You are the source of the trouble, you and Adrian.

There were such little cogs in the mighty machine. Oh, don't talk nonsense.

You can see what's happening to her.

I'm responsible for Karen, buddy.

You know, you worry too much. You ought to give it a rest.

The world won't fall apart.

I didn't come up here to argue. Oh, right.

Where were you last night?

In bed.

I was awake, so I heard your car come back. That was at 4.30.

Where were you until then?

That's none of your business.

Anyway, haven't you enough to worry about with the mess Breyer's left

behind? What are you talking about?

Well, I know all about his trips to Zurich, Rome.

Juggling money with three hands, you know. First he sees, now you don't. Who

told you about that?

I just know.

Isn't that enough?

Anyway, it's my talent that's dissipated, not my brain.

I'm warning you, if you're trying to make trouble for Wayne... Why should I

make trouble for Wayne?

Look, he's quite capable of making all he can handle. What do you mean?

Well, he knows it all, doesn't he?

The writing, the directing, the producing.

Oh, he's a real genius.

You enjoy nourishing old hates.

Bryce was Wayne's guardian angel.

It was always around to get him out of trouble.

Bryce has had it.

Let's see who can help Wayne now, huh?

Come in.

Mr. Webb.

Mr. Webb, I'm delighted you can make it. How do you do?

Pam, how's that coffee coming? Two minutes. Fine.

Do sit down, Mr. Webb. Thanks.

I'll be honest.

I was in two minds about coming.

Well, it had nothing to do with that work you were doing for my wife.

Surprised I knew about that?

Surprised you take it so calmly.

Well, you learn to take things calmly in this business, otherwise you get out.

How long have you been a private detective?

Six years.

Ex-police?

No, I studied for the bar, but the money ran out just as I was due for national

service. I did three years with the Advocate General's office.

Well, I have a job for you.

It's a borderline commission, but I'm prepared to pay you a thousand pounds

above your usual fee.

Doing what?

Well, now.

I have an actress under contract.

Lynne Cyan.

I think you know her.

Not to speak to. Well, so much the better.

24 hours ago, I was convinced that she, and Briar's my chief accountant, planned

to swindle me a 300,000 pounds.

Have proof?

Nothing I could act on. Anyway, it's too late. He's dead. Died last night.

Yes, I know.

Come in.

Thank you, Pam.

Help yourself.

Thanks.

I think someone was using briars through the girl.

What, setting him up as a stooge?

He was killed because he'd served his purpose and with the hope that I'd be

implicated in his death.

That's a bit unlikely, isn't it?

For 300,000 pounds, tax-free.

True.

Men have died for less.

Bryce was alive last night at midnight.

I saw him coming out of the girl's flat.

You were watching?

I wanted to see what he was up to, but before I could follow him, she came out,

got into a taxi. So I followed her.

What happened?

Nothing.

I lost her at the first traffic signals.

But I got the number of the taxi.

I want you to trace it and let me know where it took her.

Well, that's an easy thousand.

I'm not quite finished yet. Yes, I was afraid of that.

Briars had £2,000 with him last night. It was to be given to Miss Cyan after

she'd signed a document ending an agreement she'd made with me.

I see.

Neither the document nor the money was found by the police.

It was not on Briars, not in his home.

So, presumably, they're in her apartment.

And you want me to get them?

That's right. Tonight.

Without her knowledge.

Yes, you realise, of course, that if I'm caught, it means abaking an entering

charge? And everything goes, including my licence.

Well, it'll give you a chance to show how good you are.

You know, I'm not just giving away a thousand pounds. Well, I can see that

now.

Right, how do we get her out?

Well, you can leave that to me.

Pam, get Miss Sion on the line.

What does this document look like?

It's a standard contract.

Like this, the preamble has been...

Changed in two of the clauses, but it's virtually the same.

Thanks.

Hello.

The studio.

Hello.

Oh, yes, Lynne, how are you?

Wonderful. Good.

Now, listen, I've completed the script rewrites.

We ought to discuss them, I think.

I'd love to.

Oh, but I have a fitting at five.

How long will that take?

Oh, an hour at the most.

That'll be fine.

I'm running the test scene later.

It'll be best if you come here. Perhaps we can discuss the script over dinner.

Lovely.

I'm quite excited.

I'll be there at seven.

Goodbye.

She'll be here at seven o'clock. You've got two hours to search that flat.

Find the document and the money.

I'll find it.

Hello, Allwood. Anything new?

Hello, Dr Ambrose. Nothing new.

Any tracings we find of his lungs?

Makes a pretty picture. If it were Machiavellian liking and murder.

Well, I haven't.

What is it? Bath salts.

In his lungs? Imported, quite expensive.

He was drowned in a bath, dumped in a fish tank later.

And Douglas still sticks to his story that he saw Briars leave the flats at

midnight. Douglas needs glasses.

He may have seen someone, but it certainly wasn't Briars. He wasn't

walking or driving.

So the girl knows who was.

Lynn? Lynn, are you in here?

Is that you, Lynn?

You wanted the bullet?

How's he taking it?

Very well, all things considered. The bullet made a lucky deflection.

We all need luck, particularly with a thing like this.

You phone his wife?

I had reception to it about an hour ago.

I hope she's not the hysterical sort of... He looks so... He's out of danger.

That's the important thing to remember.

Thank heavens.

When they phoned, they said something about an emergency operation, and I

thought... I know. You mustn't worry. He has remarkable resilience.

He's going to be all right.

You're certain?

Yes, all he needs is rest.

Don't worry.

Why would anyone want to kill Wayne? Why?

I hoped you would tell me that.

No.

Why was he still at the studio?

He had an appointment.

He phoned to tell me that he'd be late and not to eat dinner.

An appointment?

With Lynn.

Did anybody else know that?

Just the three of us.

No one else ever gets in here.

But without an engraved invitation.

I'm frightened, buddy.

There's no need to be. I mean, you're perfectly safe. No one would dream of

looking for you here.

Where are you going?

To the hospital. You want to know how he is, don't you?

Buddy, please don't leave me alone.

Relax.

Look, I'll be as quick as I can, okay?

Hey, listen, keep the door locked until I get back, all right?

You will come back?

Sure, of course I will.

Well, Oscar, we go.

Hey. And remember, keep the door locked until I get back, okay?

What's the time?

Nearly three in the morning.

How do you feel?

I've felt better.

Now let me do the talking. I traced the taxi. I know where it took her and who

she met.

Yes.

Marlowe.

Adrian Marlowe.

Not the best of company. He was mixed up in a scandal on the Costa Brava last

year. Theatrical impresario's daughter.

I don't understand.

Buddy and Adrian are the best of friends.

The document?

It wasn't there.

Nor the money.

Still, she's had plenty of time to hide them.

And now she's vanished too.

You've got to find her, make her talk. Look, take it easy.

No sense in both of us losing sleep.

I'll find the girl and the document. In the meantime, you get some rest.

Leave everything to me, okay?

Okay.

A couple of bright lads who believed an early start.

You think you're making a trip, sir?

Presumably it's the young lady who's thinking of going somewhere.

Where is she?

I, uh... I wouldn't know.

We have ways of finding out. Bring on the bloodhounds.

And who might you be, sir?

I might be the Maharani of Kitchapoo.

But I'm not. Strange, you look just like her.

I shall need a sample from the bath waste as well.

Give him a hand, will you?

Right, sir.

Hey, what's his game? What's he doing? They're fixing the plumbing.

Now listen, he has no right to be in here. I have a warrant.

I mean, that's a... A bath salt, sir.

Ah, something to keep our lab boys happy.

Well, we may as well sit down.

We're going to be here for quite a while.

Inspector.

Well?

There's something wedged in the pipe.

Well, fish it out.

It's a bit of a blighter, sir.

What is it?

Looks like the missing half of the cuff link.

It is.

Okay, move it, huh?

Now, you've got to wait, sir. Well, give him a fair start.

Otherwise, we'll never find the girl. But phone through a full description of

him and the car.

But he's not to be apprehended.

Just a report. Right.

Oh, come on, lad, get up. You'll make the place look untidy.

Thank you, Nasten.

When can I get up?

Discuss that tomorrow.

I'm serious.

We both are.

I can't afford to just lie here.

You can't afford not to.

Talk tomorrow.

Try and get some sleep.

Nurse. Yes?

I want to ring Regent 5011.

The doctor said... Never mind what the doctor said. I want to ring Regent 5011.

Please, Mr. Douglas, you must raise... His name is Richard Webb.

I've got to see him. I'll see what I can do. Look, don't see what you can do.

Ring the man up. All right, all right. I'll phone him.

Regent 5011.

That's right.

Please, madame, may I talk to you? I'm just going to the hospital, Karen. Can't

it wait?

It's about Buddy. He's in trouble.

He brought a girl home last night.

She's hiding in his studio.

Oh, don't be silly. Buddy wouldn't have a girl up there.

But it's her.

That one.

Lynn?

Lynn, I know you are in there.

Please open the door.

Make her.

If you don't open the door, I'll call the police.

Lynn?

All right, if that's what you want.

Where's Buddy?

I don't know.

She's lying. She must know.

She's hiding from someone.

Is that true, Lynne?

Someone tried to kill Wayne last night, just at the time he was to meet you.

It's a miracle he's alive.

If you won't tell me why you're hiding in here, you can tell the police.

I know.

I want to know what's going on, buddy. Everyone asks the same question.

Even the police, when they caught me in Lynne's flat. Oh, it's all right, don't

worry.

I managed to give them the slip.

Lynn phoned me last night.

She was frightened. She said someone was out to kill her.

Is that true, Lynn?

You always look so helpless.

So innocent.

I'd have done anything for you.

But you knew that, didn't you?

She's been using you. Ah, what's the matter?

She said if she went back to her flat, someone would kill her.

Why, Lynn?

Well, she was seen leaving the studio after Wayne was shot.

The killer recognized her.

That's why I brought her back here.

What are you afraid of, Lynne?

What a coincidence, seeing you again.

My brother knows nothing. Madam, please. We know all about your brother.

Just now, it's the young lady we're interested in.

You must be mad.

You can't accuse Lynne of Briar's death.

He was killed in her flat.

But you're not making sense. Listen, Wayne saw Briar's leaving his car, okay?

Mr. Douglas was mistaken.

Granted, he was in the car, but he was in the luggage boot and he was already

dead. Then who?

Someone who was very close to Miss Cyan.

Someone who had been waiting a long time in the apartment before Briars arrived.

Why do we have to go back to the studio now?

I told you, Briars gave Lynn a message.

I saw her write it down. It was just a couple of words, no more.

Well, that could be anything.

Not anything. It was either a man's name or a telephone number.

Now, she telephoned...

The minute we finished the test scene.

Who was it?

I don't know. I wasn't paying that much attention.

But it was something about him being at the flat first that same night. The

night Briars was killed.

Proving what?

That Lynn wanted to be sure that he was there before Briars arrived.

Now, I thought I saw Briars leave the flat, but it wasn't Briars. It was the

man who just killed him. The man who tried to kill me.

But surely Lynn would have destroyed the message by now. She hasn't had time.

I know where it is.

A telephone number or a man's name?

What does it matter?

It'll prove who's behind all this.

Come on.

Here.

You take that and I'll take the desk.

The document in the tooth house will do for a start.

Portrait of a loving partner.

All my love and life.

And that was one young girl who meant it.

Even as far as murder.

So much for devotion.

Well, 300,000 would turn any girl's head, sir.

But you missed the point.

She wasn't doing it for the money. She was doing it for him.

The document and the money.

Count it, will you?

No wonder Douglas was watching Briars.

Look at the name on that.

I'll just phone the hospital and give them the news.

Right.

I can manage from here.

I was right, it is here.

Good. A phone number and a script.

Yes? Region 5011.

That's your number.

All right, Webb, get up and be very, very careful.

Can you get this open?

It could only be you, Webb.

You were in my office when I arranged to meet Lynn here.

You knew everything. Rome, Zurich, the 300,000.

You had a simple thing like finding the document and the 2,000 was beyond you.

It just didn't add up.

All right, move.

Over here, Inspector.

Get him out.

Right, sir.

You all right?

I could use a drink. The doctor wouldn't approve.

I'll have one for you.

You take this, and I'll have that.

If I had died, nothing could have stopped them from keeping that money.

Take a closer look at that.

Bryce tricked Lynn into signing the money over to him.

He was trying to swindle you, all right.

And now I only hope that the court will approve of Lynn signing another document

in your favor.

So do I.

I can always get another leading lady, but...

How do I get another 300,000 pounds?