All language subtitles for angels of terror 1971

You're sure they're coming?
- Yes, I'm sure of it.

Imagine, 4 kilos of heroine.
That's a month's junk for all London.

The Queen ought to decorate you, Myrna,
for the service you rendered us.

When they find out I betrayed them
the Queen may have to decorate my grave.

Good luck, Myrna.
- Thanks.

It looks like a sure thing, governor.
Myrna is coming.

Do it just as he tells you.
I'll be asleep.

I thought we were supposed to be unarmed.

Go ahead! Get on with it!

What's a" that about?
Ourjunk is top grade.

100,000 pounds.

Don't move.
If you do, I'll shoot.

So that's your game, is it? Good job.
The boss heard every word!

Inside of 24 hours you will be dead!
- Hurry up, Jim. You've still a chance.

Hello, this is Edgar Wallace speaking!

Would you please get me Scotland Yard?
And hurry!

Give me Inspector Craig.
- Craig speaking.

This is Myrna. Myrna Fergusson.
I'm terribly afraid, Inspector.

Where are you?
- Near the harbor, at the Hotel Portland.

I've locked myself in, because I...
I was followed here.

I'll be there in 10 minutes.
- Inspector, he's already here!

Inspector!
- Hello, Miss Fergusson!

Well, some gentlemen you are... It's
beastly not to finish something you begin.

It's my profession ahead of yours.

You don't know me.
You never saw me! Is that clear?

How nasty, that girl.

Will you step aside, please.

Let's hop it before the police arrive.
- Hey, not before we've settled accounts.

Stand back! We're in for trouble.
You never saw a thing! Good lord!

You won't get another penny from her!
- We mustn't touch a thing...

till I have summoned the police.
You better go back to what you were doing!

That goes for you, too!

A scoop like this is sensational!
It'll make all the morning papers.

I'd slip you something for letting me in!
- Be quick about it then.

Go to your rooms and cover up!
Shall the police think this is a brothel?

Off you go!

That's enough! I got to call the police!
We can't afford any scandal.

How many have died?
- Just one.

Dreadfull shooting, I'd say.
- My, do you have a nerve!

How about a girl's profession?
- Later, love.

She came in late, Inspector,
and asked me to ring Scotland Yard.

Then I heard gun shots, ran up
and found her lying in all that blood.

Hard luck. The police are already here.
So long, love. Let's keep in touch.

You owe me the works.
- I'll give you my card.

I'll give you a tinkle.

That's impossible!
- She was dead. You're sure of it?

But everybody saw her.
You ask any of the guests.

Nobody saw the murderer.
- No.

You saw him?
- No.

Sweet enough. Well, then...

Let's question those guests of yours.

London. Ever since I was a child
I dreamt about London.

Australia has always been my home,
and I adore it, but London is special.

It's the hub of the world. Here I am.
- Well, I'm envious.

Everything's new to you. You're lucky.
- You are wealthy and a world traveller.

I have no more to discover. Life's dull.
- You might try working.

Me work? Only if I ran out of money
would I do that. But it's not likely.

However, if you'd like to help me,
two can spend it better than one.

Sorry. My schedule is already full.

Will Miss Danny Fergusson
please come to the information counter?

You see, I'm being paged already.
Goodbye, Mr Farnborough.

Goodbye.
I hope we meet again soon.

Will Miss Danny Fergusson
please come to the information counter!

Miss Fergusson,
come to the information counter, please.

Lufthansa announces the arrival
of flight 73 from Berlin.

I'm Miss Fergusson.
- I'm to drive you to the Palace hotel.

The results from the laboratory show
that Miss Fergusson has blood type 0,

rhesus positive. If the transfusion
were not given within 5 or 6 minutes,

a haemorrhage
would have surely caused her death.

Theoretically she could still be alive?
- Yes, but it's only theoretically.

I spend an entire evening preparing
a beautiful statement for the press...

to find you refuse it's release!
The citizens have a right to be informed!

The largest shipment of heroin I've
ever intersected and no explanation...

I have every good reason, Sir John,
for insisting on keeping up our methods.

We intersected 3 deliveries of heroin.
They now believe their competitors...

did the stealing, otherwise they'd form
a common front against the police.

Our tactic is to devide and conquer!
- I'm staunchly opposed to your tactic.

Now, in my day we confronted them fair,
square and looked them right in the eye...

and then... struck!
- We've netted quite a hall!

It's a pity the public can't be apprised
about triumphs on their behalf.

4 kilos of uncut heroin!

Can you inspect these all? I should like
to incinerate it while you're present.

Carry on, Dr Ellis.

What is it, Sir?
- It's a monstrous waste!

100,000 pounds turn into ashes.

My dear Inspector,
why not calling the reporters...

and release the story?
They could write a glowing account,

perhaps with a picture of me beneath it...
Of us all, is what I mean.

You'll pardon me, Sir John.
But in spite of the impressive figure...

you cut we have to think of our security.
Your photographic print is liable...

to do the Yard more harm than good.
Good morning, Sir.

What sort of harm?
What's he talking about?

Here we are, Miss.
- Thank you.

Welcome to the Palace hotel!
Appartment No 1106 for Miss Fergusson.

Your first visit in London?
If there is anything we can do...

to help make your visit a pleasant one,
our entire staff is at your service.

Did my sister leave a message here?
- Anything for Miss Fergusson?

Only a telephone request from your sister,
that you'll be met at the airport.

Thank you.
- Pleasure.

The girl you expected is here, Sir.

Hello! You didn't say you'd be here.
- I didn't know, Mr Farnborough.

Would you be so good as to send
50 red roses up to Miss Fergusson?

Come in!

Good morning. My name is Charles Stout.
- Won't you come in?

Yes.
I'm the owner of this hotel.

It's kind of you
to welcome me in person, Mr Stout.

Perhaps you have news of my sister then.
After all I was expecting Myrna...

to be at the airport. And there was
no message when I arrived at the hotel.

Was she a dancer with the Royal Ballet?
- Yes, you have news of her then?

To be sure, the name Fergusson
is a rather common name here.

But when I saw a Fergusson had checked in
I wondered if there was some connection.

Mr Stout, is something wrong?
- Well...

I don't quite know how to tell you.

I happened to read it
in the morning's paper.

Sometime last evening in a small hotel
near the docks a Myrna Fergusson was shot.

Her body had disappeared when the police
arrived at the scene of the crime.

“Girl of the Royal Opera Ballet murdered.“

I'm sorry.
I had hoped that...

I'm terribly sorry.

I assure you,
you have my deepest sympathy.

If I were you,
I'd go straight to Scotland Yard.

Scotland Yard is the model watchdog
of the entire nation.

Ever awake while the country is asleep,
I mean so that she can sleep soundly.

But if Scotland Yard
should be caught napping once,

no Englishman would sleep soundly
for a hundred years to come.

But if they'd had our modern methods
of criminal investigation...

Rubbish! Oh, no! If I'd been there,
I would have caught him!

You would have caught whom?
- Jack the Ripper.

That is a pity.
- A pity. Indeed, Inspector Craig.

It's a perfect example of what happens
to the morals of our country...

when Scotland Yard is caught napping.
I could have told those dunderheads...

one or two things they overlooked,
namely: Jack the Ripper was left-handed.

You didn't know that, did you? Or that
Jack the Ripper had a profound knowledge

of the medical profession when all of the
Royal family in those days were imbeciles.

Medically speaking, that is.
But I'll never rest until I know...

who Jack the Ripper really was.

And once I've found out, I shall restore
the honor of Scotland Yard!

Checkmate!

Sir John, a photographer to see you.
- So soon? Did you bring... Thank you.

My portrait symbolizes Scotland Yard.

So therefore one is obliged...

to take the trouble
to be presentable.

Rather splendid, if I say so myself.
Send him in then!

Well, young man, we're terribly busy here.
My left side is what one usually takes.

Not too intellectual,
it gives a false impression.

This is David Armstrong. He is not here
to photograph you. He took the photograph

of Myrna Fergusson's corpse.
- Place him under arrest!

He has been concealing material evidence!
- Why that? I bring you the photos!

A bit late. The corpse has disappeared.
- The photos are all I got.

I take them. And you keep out of trouble.
- I didn't come to Scotland Yard...

for nothing!
- You suggest to give you compensation?

Please send a cheque, will you?
- You insolent pack, get out of here!

How can you stand a windbag like him?
Hey, bird. Are you part of this outfit?

No.
- How about a pint at the “Dryman Anchor“?

Now, wait. Assuming no one was killed,
as you seem to think,

then surely there's no murderer.
- There you go, being psychological again.

It's a serious fault of yours, Craig.
I don't know what you would do without me.

Who's this girl, this ambulant corpse?
- Myrna Fergusson.

The name rings a bell. What for?
She's the one involved in... you know?

Sir John, Miss Fergusson's been waiting
a" morning to see you.

That ambulant corpse of yours!

Tell her to amble in. From the start
I knew there was something wrong.

Miss Fergusson, I believe?
- That's correct.

This is Sir John, head of Scotland Yard.
I'm Inspector Craig.

Lovely. It's amazing.
Your photographs don't do you justice.

Is your name really Fergusson?
- Danny Fergusson.

Myrna Fergusson was my sister.
This morning I arrived here from Sydney.

Myrna was to meet me at the airport.
At the hotel I heard why she didn't come.

My dear child, we'll do all we can.
I'm personally working on the case.

Perhaps... I should let
Inspector Craig explain though.

He's been on it from the beginning.
Take the young lady to your office.

It happens to distract me
when someone's straight on top of my desk.

I hope you don't make it too long.
I have a date with her at the pub.

I have more important things in mind
just now.

How about you coming for a drink with me?
- You've forgotten the date with Miss Fergusson.

It's a threesome then. Could be fun.
- Not when you don't like beer.

It doesn't explain the crime.
Why was my sister murdered?

Why was she in that horrid hotel?
- She lived there.

But I thought
she had an appartment in Regent Street.

That's the address of a forwarding service.
Her papers gave her address as the hotel,

Hotel Portland, where she was murdered.
- You didn't find anything?

Only her purse and her jacket?

Did you come to London
for the purpose of seeing Myrna?

Yes. She worked here for the last years.
A few weeks ago she asked me to come.

She said she'd saved enough for a vacation
and sent me a round-trip ticket.

I see. What will you do now?

I won't leave till I find out
what happened. I couldn't go home...

till I've learned why she was killed.

That could entail some risk.

What do you mean?

I have reason to believe that your sister
was involved in smuggling heroin.

What would you say to a drink?
- Get out of my way!

We could have a drink in my studio.
I took photos of your sister.

I saw those photos.
- I got some you haven't seen,

that no one has seen.
You want me to show them to you?

Why didn't you tell Scotland Yard
about the photos?

There was plenty to the papers.

Look closely at this shot.

Now in detail.

That was just
before the door was closed.

Her arms dangling off the edge of the bed.
An earring is lying there.

And one shoe has fallen to the floor.

Look at that! The door had been closed
for a few seconds.

Then I persuaded Bensson to let me
go in alone for a few more shots.

Look, what happened in the meantime.
Her arm is now on top of the bed.

The earring is in her hand.

And she has both shoes on.
- Yes...

But who could have moved her?
- While the door was closed...

she had got up to put her shoe on.

And then, when I opened the door
she tried to take the same position.

Do you realize what that means?
Your sister was still alive.

We must show the photos to the Inspector!
- You can have them. For 100 pounds.

I don't have 100 pounds.
- The “Evening Harold“ would pay this.

But we must do all we can to help her!
She may need medical care.

If you ask me, it's all put on
with blank bullets and bottle blood.

Your sister is probably as alive as I am.
- I'll raise the 100 pounds somehow.

It has to be within 5 hours though.
The “Harold“-press will press at midnight.

I wouldn't mind that drink now.

5 hours is quite a long time.
A lot could happen.

Yes, but I won't find 100 pounds easily.
I'll return by midnight.

I hope the best, as they say.

It looks so bare. A diamond is worth me.
Little Pinky looks so bare!

See here, that's enough. Do you realize
I've lost 100,000 pounds overnight?

It's a tidy sum.

Poor old stag.
I have to go begging.

Danny Fergusson here. I must speak
to Inspector Craig! It's very urgent.

I'm sorry. He can't be reached just now.
I could take a message though.

Tell him Myrna may still be alive!
I have the photos which show...

that she actually moved herself.
- You've obtained the photos?

Yes, from the photographer, Mr Armstrong.
- Where are you?

In my room at the Palace hotel.
- Please wait in your room.

I try to call back Inspector Craig.
- You mustn't waste any time!

If Myrna's alive she must be helped!

I think I'll go very mad.

Mr Stout. Myrna Fergusson's alive.

Jim! The boss wants to speak to you!

What can I do for you?
- You were on an assignment last night.

I would like to know
how everything turned out.

I only heard your talk in the cemetery.
Myrna pointed the gun at you.

I knocked it out of her hand...
- That simply won't wash.

What do you mean by that?
- Myrna Fergusson's alive. You know it!

But I told you, just...
- I'll give you one hour to think.

Then you might think clearer.
Put him into the freezing compartment...

for an hour to refresh his memory!
- But, governor...

an hour?
- Let's go!

Well, shall we go on?
- Can't we take a break?

Absolutely not, Bensson. Freddy?
- I told you I didn't see the killer!

No, that's not true, Bensson!
Stop playing the fool.

You began by telling us
that nobody passed your desk.

Then you said a stranger had,
but you've never seen him before.

Now you can't remember what he looked like.

Simpson, why don't we release him?
- Right.

Tomorrow morning we'll tell the press
he told us who the killer was.

Would you tell me
how long you think you'd live?

If I spill it, what then?
- We'll see to it that you're protected.

In a matter of hours we'll have
the murderer, and you'll be free.

I'll do it then.

Let's go, Freddy.

That man.
- Jim Donovan.

Served time for 3 drug convictions,
currently working for a meat packing firm.

Donovan, the murderer of Myrna Fergusson.
- Miss Danny Fergusson just told me...

she's convinced her sister's alive.
- Simpson, interrogate Donovan's employer!

Yes?
- 3 police officers to see you, Sir!

If they're up then I'll see them.
- They're on their way already.

Mr Baxter?
- Yes?

Sergeant Simpson from Scotland Yard.
- What can I do for you?

We're looking for Jim Donovan.
- Jim Donovan?

Yes.
- The name is not at a" familiar. Wait.

Have we got a Jim Donovan working here?
Scotland Yard wants to know.

Yes, Sir.
- You want him sent in?

Yes, please.
- Tell Donovan to come here.

What do you think Donovan has done?
- Could be murder.

Murder. A boy here had got himself
involved in lots of nonsense, but murder?

Of course, I make practice of hiring
ex-prisoners to help them on their feet.

Sometimes they go back to petty crime,
only... we had no murders so far.

What is it, Sir?

Do you know a Myrna Fergusson?
- No, I don't.

Last night she was shot to death.
- I take that you suspect me.

I worked the night shift.
- Let's see if he did.

Did Jim Donovan recently work at night?
- Yes, the whole week.

There must be some sort of mistake.
- I'm hardly the judge of that.

I have orders to take Donovan
with us for questioning.

Alright, Jim. Go with the gentlemen.
I shall get you the best of legal advice.

Yes, Sir.
- Convey my best wishes to Sir John!

Tell him he owes me a game of golf.
- Very good, Sir.

Jim Donovan will need a good lawyer!

Miss Fergusson! Danny?

Danny?

Danny?

Inspector Craig!

What happened?
- I never thought you'd have a man...

in your room at this time of night.
- I must have fallen asleep.

Otherwise I would have noticed
if someone had come in.

It seems that we both had a siesta.

What about those photos?

They've disappeared!

Not a true surprise.

What sort of photos were they?
- They were pictures of Myrna.

Armstrong took them of her after she died.
He took another set of her...

shortly after the door
had been closed by the clerk.

Go on.
- Those photographs show...

that Myrna had changed the position
in the meantime, that she got up.

Look, Danny...
How many people know about these photos?

Outside of you no one but Armstrong.
- Surely he wouldn't tell Scotland Yard.

Nobody stands to make a nice package
from the newspapers.

From now on I don't want you
to ring me from the hotel.

I have good reason to be suspicious.
- Is anyone there?

Pardon me. I shouldn't have thought you
had a man in your room this time of night.

This is Inspector Craig. Mr Farnborough
is a man who is so wealthy...

he doesn't know how to spend his fortune.
- My offer is still open.

Whenever you're ready to live it up
you're up in my bank account!

Quite an offer! I see.
But what exactly are you doing here?

For questions of an official nature
I generally refer to my solicitor.

He's competent in defending my interests.
If the question was informal although,

I have come to ascertain whether Danny
received the roses that I sent.

Inspector Craig meant no offence.
He's just been knocked down.

I'm sorry to hear it.
I wish you a speedy recovery, Sir.

When you made quite sure your roses
are there, perhaps you can leave us alone.

I trust
we'll see each other soon, Danny.

Some character. Now we'd better
pay a visit to David Armstrong.

Watch out.

Good heavens!

You do better with your arms
over your head, my dear.

Simpson.
- Yes, Sir John?

Tell me what you think.

A handsome pair of trousers.
- She could do without.

Wait. She's done much better.

Simpson! That's outrageous!

Actually, it's not an
awfully good likeness.

How dare he!
Give me the negatives.

Someone saw to it. They were burned.
- I could kill that Armstrong!

You're not the only one.
- You needn't be ironic!

Armstrong's dead.
The evidence was burned.

A lot of luck...

A charming holiday companion!

Sir John, how is it
that you knew about the negatives?

Where there's a positive there's
surely a negative! As a youngster...

I used to dabble in photography
with better results than that, however!

Listen to me, Craig. I want you
to stop these horrible murders!

Aren't you aware of the fact
that Armstrong was murdered?

Yes, as well as the motive.
- Indeed? Tell us! What was it?

The killer had to get rid of him.
Armstrong had proved that Myrna's alive.

That's why the negatives were burned.
- I've known that for ages.

That's one of Myrna's friends, Maggy.
They went to the ballet school together.

And there's Mr Stout, the hotel manager.

Thus, you should never ring me from there.
- Yes.

It's me, Stout.
- Come in.

If you didn't make yourself
look so foolish, I could pity you!

Playboy, that's what you should have been!
You ain't good for business.

As you see, Myrna Fergusson's alive.
- Only one could account for it.

Jim Donovan, and he's dead.
- But who would have killed him?

Now, we thought
that was your doing, Baxter.

Are you crazy? Jim Donovan
was my only real lead, the only person...

who knows if Myrna is dead or alive.

That's rather disturbing.
I dare say, I don't feel very secure.

First our shipment was stolen,
and then there was Myrna's defection.

Someone killed Jim Donovan.
- You and your women are the cause of it!

Why do you sleep with every ballerina?
- There's no other way...

of striking up an acquaintance with them.
The perfect blind for smuggling heroin!

Baxter, it was an idea of yours.
- You know...

how much I spend on Maggy McConnor?
- Myrna didn't love me on account...

of my blue eyes, it was my bank account!
- You didn't suffer that much!

As to the expense: What do you suppose
your tarts will cost in the end?

I guess 20 years at least.
And now I'm getting out!

Nobody knows I'm involved.
I've been more discreet than you two.

And you're in a mess,
and you're welcome to it without me!

Now, I warn you!

If my name is implicated in it,
you two are in trouble.

My hooligans will take care of you.

What do we do?

Myrna will certainly try to make contact
with Danny. You having her watched?

I've got her
under close surveillance.

Four. one, two, three, four!
One, two, three, four.

Four with turn.
Three, four, one!

Four, one!

One and left.
Two and pirouette!

Three and right.
Four and pirouette!

One, two. Bravo!

Why are you intruding, please?

Excuse me. I'm Danny Fergusson. Myrna,
my sister, was in your ballet class.

You are Madame Turina?
- The name Myrna Fergusson is not...

to be mentioned in this class anymore!
- Why? What has she done?

Myrna has nearly ruined our reputation.
She was dismissed over 6 weeks ago.

Could I speak to her friend
Maggy McConnor, please?

McConnor! Come here!

You were a good friend of Myrna's, right?
- That's correct. I was.

Please excuse the intrusion.
- Once more from the beginning!

Come to the “Cathay" in one hour.

Good day, Madam.
- I'd like some Chop Fung soup...

and an egg roll.
- Thank you.

Good afternoon. I'm sorry if I was rude.
But in the position that I'm in...

I can't afford to have anyone know
that I've seen you.

If I knew what my sister had done,
why everyone is so... unsympathetic?

That was so thoughtless. I'm certain
the entire course was shocked of the news.

6 months ago the ballet was touring
in the orient. When we returned home...

the police found heroin in our costumes.
We were all arrested.

It would have been a terrible scandal,
except... Myrna had the courage in the end

to admit she'd smuggled it.
What happened since we don't know!

She was released though. Rumors have it
her boyfriend bought her freedom.

He's a French antique dealer called Wyman.

It's a small world, isn't it?

I didn't know you knew each other!
London is the hub of the world.

You're always bumping into people.
- An accident of fate?

Sure. I wouldn't have barged in on you.
- When on earth did you meet her?

She belongs to the Royal Ballet.
- She can't bear the side of you.

No. It's quite a pity. The more I do
to interest her, the more she hates me.

It's one of those accidents of fate.
Money can't open every door.

She finally told me that. And you,
will you teach me anything, Danny?

I have more important things to think of.
- To learn what's happened to Myrna.

And you can count on my help.

What business is this?
- We'll see to it later.

I answer anything you ask me
after you have spoken with Wyman.

Good afternoon. What can I do for you?
- I'm Danny Fergusson. Surely the name...

Myrna Fergusson is significant.
- Should it be significant?

You were very close friends.
Could you tell me where to find her?

Please calm yourself.
- I'm quite calm, thank you.

I'd rather would pursue
this subject in private. Come this way.

The stairs on your left.

The Fergusson girl.

Danny Fergusson is here.
Yes, of course, I'm serious.

Yesterday I learned your sister is dead.
- Will you stop pretending please?

You've only to tell me where to find her.
- If I knew where she might be found,

I'd find her. I'm most anxious
to speak with her. After all,

in certain circles of London's society
there's panic on the con of her!

That's all I've got to say to you.
- Mr Wyman?

What is it?
- Your dealer is on his way.

He'd like you to put the Madonna
in the safe in the meanwhile.

Too late, Miss Fergusson.

Won't you sit down?

Myrna always had high hopes
for a career in ballet.

But when her dreams of fame and fortune
were never realised,

she turned to smuggling of drugs,
starting with heroin.

That had its price.
As she soon learned.

Her smuggling career
was short-lived as well.

Because she was arrested
in her very first attempt.

I paid a fortune to obtain her release.
Poor investment.

I don't get her back.
- Mr Wyman?

What is it?
- Inspector Craig wishes to see you.

Send him in.

I suggest in view of this situation
we do well to keep our heads.

Danny! What brings you here?
- Mr Wyman was a friend of Myrna's.

That's why I came.
- The same reason I came.

You posted a large bail to obtain
Myrna's release when she was arrested.

What was behind all that magnificence?
- Love.

Only love, Inspector.

That sounds noble.

By the way, there's a Chinese vase
you put on display which interested me.

An object d'art
which ought to interest Danny.

Late 17th century. A splendid piece.

Pity, the heroin is gone.
- You wish to enquire...

about its whereabouts?
- Oh my, no.

We confiscated the most recent shipment.
- Congratulations.

But why tell me about it?
I only buy vases, not drugs.

You must have known that Myrna
discovered the secret of your vases.

Come on, Danny.

Get a doctor.

An organisation of heroin smugglers
including Antoine Wyman

were using your sister as a go-between.
- Doctor Ellis convinced her to assist us.

But you used Myrna, too. And when she was
in mortal danger, you wouldn't help her!

She saved herself. She avenged herself
on the crooks who had exploited her.

It was her way to fight drug addiction.
- Try to understand our way of thinking.

Through Myrna's help we could have
cut off London's illegal drug supply...

and enabled her
to start a new life, too.

She was to leave the country
and begin a new career under a new name.

She was counting on your help as well.
- Something must have gone wrong.

She must have lost confidence in you.
She would have called for your help!

We're doing all we possibly can
to save her. The odds were up against her.

The men who are dealing drugs
had millions invested.

They stand to make a fortune.
They won't stop at murder to get it.

And that is precisely why you
must leave London, and tomorrow morning!

That gang is watching your movements
in the hope that you will lead them...

straight to Myrna.
- Will you leave tomorrow morning?

Yes.

Good afternoon! Well, Miss Fergusson.
You've been acting the tourist today!

The Tower of London, Buckingham Palace,
the Changing of the Guard, Old Carnaby St.

May I have my bill. I'll be checking out.
- Your stay was paid in advance!

You'll find the door open,
Mr Stout arrived ahead of you.

Thank you, Mr Barn.

Who was that?
- One of the dancers of the Royal Ballet.

A very intimate friend of Mr Stout.
- Let's not be catty.

Damn it all! We are in up to our necks.
Was that idiot planning to kidnap her?

I have no idea what Wyman planned.
He was dead when I got there.

The police would come out of the woodwork.
- One after another,

they're going to pick us off!
We're like sitting ducks! A mess it is!

But we have no alternative! The only way
to get to Myrna is through her sister.

And we have her cornered.
- Have we now?

If you only knew what a day I've had!
Mme Turina had me aching from head to toe.

Save the details! I have a visitor.
- Are you with pigs all day long?

If you'd like to get your paws on this
blue ribbon meat, you're out of luck!

Lover wants his Maggy
to be a prima ballerina, remember?

When am I getting a solo billing, dear?
- When elephants fly.

Go on, Dumbo. Get out!

Lover, you won't be too long, will you?

You don't have to drink so much.

While you are playing Casanova,
Scotland Yard is probably having...

a new cell made up for you.
- For us, Baxter. Both of us.

Inspector Craig! Maggy McConnor
from the ballet is here with Mr Stout.

Well, it's no business of mine.
- You should find out what she's up to!

Why shouldn't a gentleman enjoy
the company of a beautiful woman?

You know why!
- It doesn't concern me. Sorry.

I wouldn't lose sleep over it.
I think I'll better get to the Palace!

My God, he told me
not to use the telephone here.

Now, that bloody fool! We'll have
all Scotland Yard on our backs.

I won't be called bloody fool!
- Just go, pour yourself a grape.

I'll be curious to find out how you manage
to get rid of Scotland Yard.

I'll be curious to find out which of us
gets the next bullet in the brain.

I want the deep freeze unit sent to
the Palace hotel. Be quick about it!

Hello, desk clerk!

Hello?

Hello.

Milton! Milton.
Please. Can you hear me?

Yes, Danny. What's the matter?
- Come, get me out of here!

My phone is out of order, my door locked!
- Just a minute. I'm coming!

Danny? Danny!

May I help you? Hello?

Not a peep out of you!
- Don't be worried about them.

They'll never know you're in my room.

Would you mind explaining to me...
- Sir! You're forgetting...

that this is a first class hotel.
Your appearance is inappropriate!

Keep your opinions to yourself!
Did Miss Fergusson leave the hotel?

Then put me through to Scotland Yard!
- Scotland Yard is here.

Where is Miss Danny Fergusson?
- She went to her room an hour ago.

I can't seem to find her anywhere.
She knocked on the wall for help,

and when I arrived she disappeared.
- Please tell Mr Stout I wish to see him.

He's in his penthouse. I'll tell him.
- Thank you.

You're very wise
to cooperate with us.

Having a pleasant evening?
- Thank you.

Lifts always do that to me!

Take her to the slaughterhouse!
I best go on ahead.

What do you think you'll find here?
- Miss Fergusson.

At the service entrance?
- Yes, Mr Stout.

Actually it's a long story.

That's a bit rude! The story
wasn't anywhere near finished.

Scotland Yard! I wish to report a murder.
- I'll ring Inspector Craig if you want.

Mr Stout, the manager of the Palace hotel,
has just been murdered.

Perhaps you could send someone here
to look into it.

I don't think I'd do that if I were you!
If Mr Stout captures you...

playing around with his fancy equipment,
he's going to blow his top.

His top has been blown. I hope
you saw to it when his will was drawn

that you are properly taken care of.
- It can't be.

Is this your idea of a joke?
- It's not a joke. He's dead.

Wasn't he here a minute ago?

Well, when did he leave?

No more than 10 minutes ago,
with a friend of his.

Do you know who killed him, yet?
- Who is this friend?

William Baxter, the meat importer.

Slip into something comfortable
like a little black dress.

Hello!
- There was no reason for you to do that!

What have I done?
- You butcher, you killed Stout!

Stout is... I'm crazy.
When did it happen? Maggy!

Listen, Maggy!

Your sister will pay for what she's done!
- Where have you taken Myrna?

First Donovan, then Wyman and Stout.
But I won't be the next on her list,

not on your life!

I'll make Myrna Fergusson come to me.

When she finds out what you're
going through she'll appear!

Put her in the deep freeze.
- But she'll be dead within an hour!

A lot can happen inside of 60 minutes.
Get moving!

No doubt about it. The evidence shows
that you killed Stout.

But, Sir John. It has been established
by your own ballistic squad...

that Stout's murderer was firing
from a distance of a hundred feet away.

If we trusted the experts
we'd never solved anything!

They can have their laboratories.
For me statistics are rubbish!

Farnborough, in my day
they would have hanged you.

Milton S. Farnborough came into the world
on April 12th, 1928 in Zanzibar.

He's the eldest son of Winston,
Earl of Farnborough.

And we haven't the slightest proof
of his guilt.

On your way!

I am to extend the good wishes
of William Baxter.

Bill Baxter,
my partner at the golf club?

If you could find the time,
a chat with him might be just the thing.

Baxter, huh?
Beastly on the greens.

It's quite a radio you've got there!
- I think I'd go mental...

without music to listen to.
- When music is the heart's delight...

evil is banished
and trouble takes flight.

You've taken leave of your senses, Craig!
Bill Baxter's above suspicion.

Good night, Miss Atkins.
I hope you have a pleasant evening.

I'll bet a ten to one that Danny is
being held a prisoner at Baxter's place.

Ten to one?
- Yes.

You know I'd never bet with you!
You Scots are notorious welshers.

Ten to one!

I didn't realize how serious you were!

Sir John!

My dear Bill.
I'd rather thought you'd be surprised!

It was awfully good of you
to send a message by a Mr Farnborough.

He called at the Yard today
to convey your best wishes.

Farnborough? I'm sorry, John.
I don't know any Farnborough.

Won't you have a seat?
- I should have known!

His la-di-da was only a bluff.
Even the Inspector was taken by his fraud.

He said you were mixed up
with these mysterious murders, Bill.

You've got to be joking! This is too much!
Some mad man murders my friend Stout...

and Wyman and you come along
with this idiotic accusation...

that you heard from...
- Milton S. Farnborough!

I don't know who he is! Who does Craig
think he is involving my name in...

We aren't taking this personally,
my boy, are we? It's not worth it.

I'll put Inspector Craig back on the beat.
I doubt if you'd enjoy yourself...

butchering humans
while killing is your stocking trade.

I must say one thing in Craig's defense,
if he were working for you...

he'd never leave those lights
burning at midnight. Shame on you!

Turn the lights out!

Help me someone!

Let me out of here!

Danny! Danny!
Are you alright?

Craig!

Aren't you stepping out of line?
I expressly forbade you...

coming here interfering.
Bill Baxter gave me his word...

that he didn't murder Mr Stout!
My subordinates exercise no restraint...

in doing their duty!
- He ordered to lock me in the freezer!

Craig, arrest him.
Or would you prefer...

to have me try my hand
at carving a pig?

I think someone else took the honors.
- It's a shame.

You would have killed him in cold blood.
- I'm taking you home, Danny.

Sir John...

If you'd like to borrow a knife?
- Craig, this is no time for leftie.

I admit it's a rather tempting thought,
given the price of meat.

I'd like a nice, stiff Scotch
and about 24 hours sleep.

I wouldn't mind a Turkish bath for once.
- I'm warm enough, thank you.

Inspector Craig, come in, please.
- Hello, Inspector Craig.

The frogman have recovered
a woman's body from the Thames.

It appears to be the corpse
of Myrna Fergusson at a dock No 37,

Lambeth Bridge.

No 37, Lambeth Bridge. Right.
Tell them to wait there.

Sergeant, Lambeth Bridge, please.
- Yes, Sir.

Good morning, Sir.
- Good morning, Sergeant.

Is it wise...
- It was her sister.

The face is disfigured badly.
I think it was struck by a propeller.

Her shoes are from Murdock, Sydney.
Could she be identified by anything else?

Any marks or scars perhaps?

Yes, from an appendix operation.

Will you send the body to Dr Ellis'
laboratory as soon as possible?

Ask him to report to me
when the autopsy is finished.

See to it that Miss Fergusson
gets back to the Palace hotel.

I'll join you there
when I have the results.

According to Dr Ellis'observations
we're certain it was your sister's corpse.

The blood type corresponds,
the appendix scar, the approximate time...

and cause of death:

They all confirm that Myrna was killed
in the Hotel Portland by Jim Donovan.

I'll never understand it.
It's been no more than a day or two...

and these horrible things happened,
these killings.

Not only Myrna's dead, but Wyman,

Baxter, Stout...

the photographer.
Even Donovan was killed.

But why was Myrna killed?

Don't worry, we'll soon know.

And I'll never understand
why Myrna was involved in drugs.

Here, this will do you good.
- They could have blackmailed her.

That would explain the smuggling.
- Yes, it would, indeed.

And when she turned against them
she was murdered.

A little whiskey
will do you good, too, Milton.

I think we're entitled
of some explanation.

What is your real interest
in this curious affair?

I had a sister as well,

also a member of the Royal Ballet,
like Myrna involved in the drug traffic.

They both were unwilling pawns
of the organisation.

My sister is dead, too.
I've been trying to track down...

the leaders of the drug ring on my own.
But it's no good. I'm no match for them.

There is always someone quicker
than I am. Now, Inspector Craig,

I am afraid it's your problem.
Good luck to you.

Perhaps you're quicker than I.
- I'll try my best to be.

Danny, my offer is still open to you.
But I have a feeling that today...

we're meeting for the last time.

Please, Danny.
Be on tomorrow's flight to Sydney.

Will I see you again?
- You bet you will.

By the way, the new hall steward
is Sergeant Simpson.

He will be looking after you.

I'll be in Stouts apartment.
- Right, shall I say.

Hello.
- This is Myrna.

Myrna?
- Come to Piccadilly Circus...

in half an hour, without the police.
- Myrna.

Myrna, hello! Hello!

Mr Simpson, do you suppose
you could order me a nice cup of tea?

I just can't seem to raise the desk clerk.
- I'd be delighted to.

Please lock the door.
- Right.

Hello, room service. Send a pot of tea
up to Miss Fergusson's room, please.

That's one tape I haven't had.

Danny!

Myrna...

Myrna!

Inspector Craig.
- Well, Susan. Sorry to bother.

I must see Dr Ellis right away.
- Dr Ellis isn't in now.

You're surely wondering why I'm here.
I meant to surprise Scotland Yard.

Dr Ellis and I are planning on marrying.
- Oh, I think you'll make a lovely couple.

I'll wait for him then.
- Could I take a message for him?

No, I'll wait.

That's rather splendid.

Interesting piece that.
- Would you excuse me a moment?

Of course.

Hello, Craig. What a surprise
to see you here at this hour.

I've something to show you, Doctor.
What is this?

You know that very well. One of the seals
we use to label contraband drugs.

Where did you get it?
- That is a rather complicated story.

I'll be glad to explain it
tomorrow at the Yard. Good night.

Good night.

That's all.
Why does that chime sound so familiar?

Hello.
- This is Myrna.

I must see you.

Come to Piccadilly Circus in half an hour,
without the police!

Myrna! Myrna! Hello!

An excellent job of solving.
- That mistake of yours clinched it.

It wasn't my mistake. Myrna never
should have used the phone in this room.

She had to be destroyed.

And so are you, Craig.

But an Inspector from Scotland Yard
should die more easily knowing the facts.

If you mean your little caper, Ellis,
I don't need to be told.

Myrna Fergusson was caught
smuggling heroin.

She agreed to work with us,
but all along she was working for you.

And once you replaced it with sugar,
you sealed and burned it...

in the presence of Sir John.
You would have earned quite a tidy sum.

An ingenious plan, isn't it?
- And the body in the Thames?

Myrna had a brilliant scheme.
Donovan killed someone to take her place.

They went through that farce in the hotel.
And then I killed him.

The girl who's body you found
was a Soho prostitute.

I'll make you a proposition, Ellis.
Why not give yourself up to Scotland Yard

and stop this senseless bloodshed?
I would hate to see Susan die, too.

Ellis, you're not to point that thing,
for heaven's sake! It could go off!

I doubt it. When Dr Ellis'
back was turned, Simpson emptied the gun.

The caper is over, Ellis.
Go ahead, fire away.

Let me show you something.

I'm glad Simpson removed the bullets.
- Craig, you've got more bloody nerve.

Whatever that powdered sugar means,
Susan has to come with me to the Yard.

Myrna Fergusson's just been shot to death.

Yes, Sir John. I'll change.
- Come as you are, my dear.

And now, in the name of Scotland Yard,
I pronounce you partners in crime.

Simpson!
- Come on!

These men of science know it all.
They could do with less brains...

and more common sense.
Now, well. Good job, I caught him.

BOAC announces the departure
of flight 411 to Sydney!

I don't know what I can say, Danny.

I realize you've had
a rather harrowing trip,

but I just hope there'll be another time.
If you do come again I'll...

If ever I should come back
the first thing you'll take me to...

are the tourist traps
like Madame Tussaud's wax museum...

where we'll see Ellis
along with Jack the Ripper.

Funny you should mention the name
of Jack the Ripper. Miss Fergusson,

Bon voyage. Come again soon
to swinging London. My most recent efforts

show it's a fact that Jack the Ripper
once lived in Sydney, Australia.

And, young man, I'm dispatching you
to dig to the bottom of it.

Find out where he went,
go to the same hotels, his favorite bars.

Yes, but what's the point? Jack the Ripper
died over a hundred years ago.

Fiddlesticks! It's more interesting,
you idiot! Your flight's called!

Let's go! By courtesy of Jack the Ripper.
- That's the spirit, young lady!

Have a lovely time!
Don't forget to write!

Calls himself a detective!