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Go on, I'll wait here.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to
darkest Hollywood.

Night brings a
stillness to the jungle.

It is so quiet, you
can hear a name drop.

But the savage beasts have
already begun gathering

at the waterholes to
quench their thirst.

Now, one should be
especially alert.

The vicious table-hopper
is on the prowl,

and the spotted backbiter

may lurk behind
a potted palm.

In order to reach the
scene of tonight's story,

our little safari must
now move inexorably

and incomprehensively
from smoggy Hollywood

to foggy London.

Fortunately, we
make this side trip

through the pure,
exhilarating air

of commercial television.

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Good evening.

Are you Inspector Brent, sir?

That's right.

Come in, sir,
Major Cook-Finch

is expecting you.

If you'll just
step this way, sir.

(rain pouring)

-Inspector Brent, sir.
-Inspector Brent.

How are you, Major?

Beastly night out, isn't it?

Yes, it's just
plain Mr. Brent

these days, by the by.

Yes, it's a bit damp out.

Well, sir, it's good of
you to help out this way.

Oh, not at all,
matter of fact,

I'm quite keen to
learn what's going on.

Yes, of course,
but at the moment,

I'd like to see
your dining room

and speak to
your man, Lane,

I think you said
his name was?

Lane, yes, that's right.

If you'll come this way.

Now, the dining
room is in here.

Yes, I remember.

Oh, Lane, Inspector,
uh, Mr. Brent wants

to consult with
you, please make

any arrangements
he wants, will you?

Yes, sir, a police
officer has arrived,

sir, from Blackheath Station.

Oh, good, I'll speak
to him in a moment.

Very good, sir.

Well, I'll decant the wine.

Did you find that
particular gas valve

I mentioned to you
on the telephone?

Yes, sir, if we
turn it nearly off,

the effect we experience
is one of a failing supply.

Good, we'll go into
that in a moment.

Now, I want you to
turn off all the lights

in the study there,
except the one by the door.

Very good, sir.

Good of you to let me
take over this way, sir.

Oh, not at all, I've
only a vague idea

what this is all about.

But you have rather whetted
my curiosity, you know.

Yes, of course.

Be pointless to go over

all the details twice,
though, wouldn't it?

Yes, I suppose it would.

Exactly, so we
wait for Mr. Stone.

He'll probably be
along in a moment.

Oh, Lane, where does
the major usually sit?

Over there, sir.

Yes, well, that won't do...

You'll have to change
it so he sits here.

Oh, but I always sit there.

Yes, of course, but
that won't do tonight,

you see, sir, with the
ghost appearing over there.

Odd.

I thought he said, "ghost."

-Now, Lane.
-Yes.

I shall sit here with
Mr. Stone opposite,

and over there, we shall
have our guest of honor.

Very good, sir.

(bell ringing)

I expect that's
Mr. Stone, now.

Show him in here, please.

(rain pouring)

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Will you kindly
step this way, sir?

Mr. Robert Stone.

-Ah, Mr. Stone.
-My dear friend.

Let me introduce you to
our host, Major Cook-Finch.

Mr. Robert Stone.

-Major, how do you do?
-Good of you to come.

I hope you like pheasant
and a good claret.

Well, that sounds
encouraging, I must say.

We're lucky it's Sunday
so Mr. Stone could come.

He's playing in
Macbeth now, you know.

Oh, yes, I hear it's
a very good play.

I'm afraid, though,
that the Tivoli

is rather more my style.

I'm a great admirer of
Gertie Gitana, you know.

I daresay.

Disgraceful of
you to drag me out

on a night like this, Brent.

You'll have to provide
something unique

and engrossing
to make up for it.

Well, perhaps I shall.

We're here to
investigate a murder.

Really?

Exactly two years
ago tonight,

a murder was
committed in this house.

In this very
room, in fact.

You may possibly have
read about it at the time.

Now, Major Cook-Finch is
familiar with it, of course,

since--since he
took the house.

Yes, I shouldn't have been
able to afford it otherwise.

People will shy
away from places

after that sort of thing.

Lucky for me, I suppose.

Oh, you're referring to the
Blackheath murder, of course.

The murdered woman
was an elderly lady,

a Miss Ferguson.

She was apparently attacked

as she sat here
eating a cold supper,

which her maid used to leave
ready on her Sunday off.

Miss Ferguson was found
brutally strangled,

with the meal
half finished.

Her little dog, a Pekingese,
had been killed, too.

Oh, yes, I remember
reading about the dog.

The police seemed to
think that the murderer

must have known it,
otherwise it would have barked.

Yes, of course,
it's not impossible

that he might have caught
and killed the dog first,

but it seems unlikely
that he could have done it

without so much noise
alarming Miss Ferguson.

Well, wasn't there a
suspect in the case,

a nephew or something?

Yes, John Bedford.

He was his aunt's sole heir.

But he had a
very good alibi

for the time
of the murder.

Miles away, in fact.

Oh, it couldn't
have been Bedford.

I met him when I
took the house.

Besides, he was at Eton.

But didn't I also read the
house had been broken into

and some silver stolen?

That would seem
to point to her

being killed
by the burglar.

Possibly she caught
him in the act.

Possibly, but it might
simply have been staged

to make it look
like a robbery.

But I thought
you were retired.

Isn't the case someone
else's headache now?

It was my case
to begin with

and I don't like it
remaining unsolved.

Oh, has Miss Thorpe
arrived yet, Lane?

No, sir, not yet.

No, she said she
might be late.

She'll come in
the side entrance.

Show her into the
study when she does.

Very good, sir.

And if we're
at dinner then,

be very quiet
about it, please.

Yes, sir.

Now, this may seem a
little unusual at first.

The Yard would
never permit it

if I were still
there, of course,

but they'll be happy
to get the compliments

if the plan works out.

I intend to produce
Miss Ferguson's ghost.

(rain pouring)

He did say, "ghost."

Now, you've seen Miss Thorpe
on the stage, I expect.

A superb actress.

She has agreed
to be our ghost.

I gave her a copy of this
photograph of Miss Ferguson.

She'll be wearing
her hair the same way.

And I've seen her
in her makeup.

The likeness is
absolutely perfect.

Oh, May's a very fine
actress, of course,

I never thought her
queen in my Hamlet

quite measured up.

But you've still got
me thoroughly confused,

dear boy, I wish you'd
explain a little bit more.

Why, of course, now,
when she appears

in the doorway here,

our last guest will
see her, but we shan't.

What, but why not?

We simply look
through her, that's all.

Just needs a bit of acting.

Oh, really, now that's
all very well for Stone,

but I'm not an
actor, you know.

I'm sure I can
never bring it off.

Of course you can, Major,
and I'm depending on you.

Now, we won't bring
her on with the soup,

that would be rushing it.

I'm bringing her on
with the pheasant.

All right, Brent,
I'll have a go at it.

Good, now let me have a
word with Sergeant Balton

a moment, and we'll
all be through here.

Gentlemen, this
is Sergeant Balton

of Blackheath Police Station.

He's lending us
a hand tonight.

Major Cook-Finch,
Mr. Stone, Sergeant.

-Mr. Stone.
-Good evening.

You're clear about
everything now?

-Oh, yes, sir.
-Are you quite sure

the little fellow
will do his part?

Oh, yes, sir, you can
depend on him, all right.

Good.

Well, shall we go
into the other room

and have a glass of
sherry while we wait?

Yes.

My dear Brent, will
you please settle down

long enough to tell us what
you're trying to accomplish?

Also, who our
other guest is.

I assume you believe
he is the murderer.

Well, naturally,
and I'd like it

all to seem quite
everyday, you understand.

I mean, nothing
prearranged.

All right, well, assuming we
all act our parts perfectly

and convince the man he sees

Miss Ferguson's
ghost, what then?

Well, I can't
say for certain.

Naturally, I hope
it'll cause him

to incriminate
himself someway.

But it's only an experiment,
I mean, it may not work.

But if he's really guilty,

do you suppose he'll
come here tonight,

the very anniversary of the
day he committed the crime?

Yes, I told him I
got some new evidence

that I wanted to
discuss with him.

It would look bad if
he refused, wouldn't it?

(bell ringing)

Well, that must
be our man now.

But you still haven't
told us who it is.

Why, the nephew,
John Bedford, of course.

He was the only one
with a real motive.

But he has a girl who's
infatuated with him,

and she swears he was
with her all that evening.

-We could never...
-Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Now remember, we've
only just got here.

Mr. John Bedford, sir.

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And so, I took a step
that wasn't there and...

Well, here I am.

Doctor says it will
probably be in this condition

for three or four weeks
or something, I don't know.

Spoiled all my golf.

Everything else
is just a nuisance.

(audible sigh)

I haven't had a chance
to see your Macbeth yet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope it
continues for a time.

I shall like to
see it very much.

I'm a great
admirer of yours.

Thank you, we're playing
for another six weeks.

You were at Eton,
weren't you?

Not so very long after
I was, about 30 years?

Yes, that's right.

I heard about you.

They were still talking
about that catch you made

against Harrow when you
fell in somebody's veal

and ham pie.

By Jove, Major, those
are beautiful birds.

Yes, I was lucky last week.

I bagged a brace of
partridge and two pheasant...

at Leadenhall Market.

(laughing)

I should say we're
the lucky ones.

And after that soup, too.

I must say, your cook
does you proud, Major.

Yes, they do look rather
edible, don't they?

Oh, by the way,
I meant to ask you

what this new
development was

before dinner
was announced.

Oh, it can
wait till later.

Nothing too significant,
as a matter of fact.

I don't know whether
Inspector Brent

told you or not, but my aunt
was murdered in this house.

Here in this
room, in fact.

Not really.

Must be a dreadful
shock, a thing like that.

Yes, it was.

It was on a night something
like this, as I recall it.

About two years ago,
in fact, it was exactly

two years ago,
wasn't it?

So it was.

Two years ago tonight.

Two years ago

and you still haven't
discovered the murderer.

Really, old boy, no
wonder you've retired.

Oh, you mustn't
blame the Inspector.

He and his men worked
very hard indeed.

I can tell you that.

In fact, they glanced
at me once or twice.

I was my aunt's
sole heir, you know.

Now, now, my boy,
that was purely routine.

One must pursue every
possible angle, you know.

That's part of the job.

Yes, of course,
I understand.

I don't have to
concern myself

with that sort of
thing any longer.

Though, of course, I still
have an interest in this case.

By the way, what
does a retired

Scotland Yard inspector
do when he retires?

If I tell you, you'll
get a good laugh.

Now you'll have
to tell us.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I've grown quite interested

in bird-watching.

Not really.

Yes, yes, I have
a small place

in the country
now, you know,

and a neighbor
of mine, a widow,

first introduced me--

Oh, now I understand.

"Bird-watching," he calls it.

No, no, no, actually,
you don't understand.

You see, it is not
as easy as it appears.

You'd be surprised at
the number of people

who become intrigued by it.

(growling)

(barking)

So, a great many
worthwhile qualities

are called into play.

Planning, based on
knowledge and experience,

a considerable amount
of care and stealth.

And the most
acute observation

and attention to
detail, of course.

(dog growling)

Tell me, have you
ever bird-watched?

Uh, no, as a matter
of fact, I haven't.

However, I...

(dog barking)

Is that your dog?

Dog, what dog?

Well, didn't you hear
one bark just then?

Why, no.

I didn't hear anything.

(dog barking)

I...I must
have been wrong.

Well, I'm afraid I could
never work up any enthusiasm

for such a strenuous
pastime as you've just...

Hello, what's the matter?

Oh, just the
gas pressure.

It drops off this way now
and again for some reason.

Something wrong with
the gas works, no doubt.

I suppose we're lucky
it never goes quite out.

Ah, the advances of
modern civilization.

I sometimes believe
we'd be better off

without these
modern conveniences.

The gas seems to
be down again, sir.

Shall I bring more candles?

Oh, no, I think
not, thank you.

It's rather cozy.

Very good, sir.

But you--you
might go and see

what that is, will you?

Yes, sir.

(wind howling)

The front door had
blown open, sir.

Really, I can't
see why I spend

this time of the
year in England.

I'd be better off to
pack up and go to Italy,

and let them get
on without me.

Oh, come now, what
about your public?

Oh, my public is
a conglomeration

of self-appointed
Shakespearean authorities,

half-witted intellectuals
and just plain dolts.

And, of course, I'd
absolutely die without them.

Yes, yes, I daresay.

By the way, do you think
the caliber of your public

reflects the player, or...

Or would you say it's just
the nature of the brute?

Well, that's an underhanded
question, Inspector,

and I shan't answer it.

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You don't play Shakespearean
roles exclusively, do you?

Oh, no indeed.

Though I must say,
there's been little else

worth doing recently.

I don't see why the writers
of today can't do better.

You'd be simply appalled
if you could read

some of the things
I've been offered.

You've had a long
experience in the theater,

haven't you, Mr. Stone?

Well, I've done most
things, I suppose.

Toured the provinces.

I've been on the
halls, too, for a bit.

That was many years
ago, of course.

Is it--would you
call it a re--

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A rewarding life?

Rewarding?

Oh, yes.

The vicious
barbs of critics

whose opinions reflect
the state of their digestion

rather than an intelligent
appreciation of the play.

The irrational antics
of leading ladies,

such as the incident
which occurred

when we were in
rehearsal for Hamlet.

The actress
playing Ophelia,

whom we need not
name, I think,

refused to start
rehearsal on Thursday

because her astrologer
informed her that it clashed

with her sign.

She was quite
adamant about it.

So, we had to wait until
the following Monday.

And she really wasn't
worth all the trouble.

She was far too
old for the part.

Then there's
one's exploitation

by ungrateful managers,

the malicious gossip,
lunatic adulations.

Indeed, the rewards are many.

And, of course,

nothing else could
ever take its place.

What about those
first nights

when the audience
stands and cheers you?

When they won't
let you go at all

and keep you coming back

for one curtain
call after another?

Ah, yes, that's what makes
it rewarding, of course.

There's no price too
high to pay for just a...

I say, is something the matter?

No.

Nothing, only...

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Now, what is it, my boy?

(rain pouring)

Don't you see it?

See it?

See what?

Are you feeling
all right, old chap?

I say, what is it?

I'm all right,
thank you, it's only...

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Can't you see her?

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Well, what's the
matter with you?

Can't you see her when she's
right in front of your eyes?

Go away!

Get out!

Get out of here!

You can't frighten me!

I'm not having
it, so go away!

Get out of here,
do you hear me?

Get out, whoever you are,
or I'll kill you again!

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Oh, so...

So it wasn't a
ghost after all.

All right, Inspector,
your trick worked.

You may come in,
Sergeant Balton.

Mr. Bedford,

it's my duty to arrest
you and charge you

with the murder of
Miss Eleanor Ferguson.

I must also caution you

that anything you say
may be written down

and may be used in evidence.

You'll have to
come along, sir.

Here you are, Bedford.

(rain pouring)

Ah, very nice, Miss Thorpe.

I'm sorry, I was delayed.

What do you mean?

I've only just
this second arrived.

Am I too late?

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Good evening again.

Following that
little presentation,

I'm prepared to
continue our safari

through the jungles
of Hollywood.

As you can see,

I'm ready to hunt for
the really big game.

So I've hired
a native guide.

He claims to know
exactly where

the big ones
are to be found.

In order to flush the game
from its hiding place,

we use a pack of
fierce autograph hounds.

Just yesterday,
they treed a big bore.

And before they
could be stopped,

they had torn his
dinner jacket to bits.

Now, as an example of the
flora and fauna of this area,

we present a motion picture.

This picture was shot
under incredible conditions.

We were in constant
danger of the heat,

native attacks, and
temperamental outbursts.

Five years in
the preparation,

a year in shooting,

all distilled into
one precious minute.

But I see it's
time for me to keep

an important appointment.

I shall rejoin you
following this.

It will only take a minute.

His time is valuable.

I'm afraid I must press on

until next week
at this same time.

My native bearers
are getting restless.

That last commercial
frightened them.

Koenga, Macambo.

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