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[Upbeat 1920's
style intro music]

[Intro music continues]

There.

What on earth do we
need more bookshelves for?

Collection of detective
classics, of course.

We've got our Sherlock
Holmes, Rex stout,

ellery queens, bulldog drummond.

[Tuppence] So, who's next?

Edgar Wallace.

Need yards and yards for him.

Well, we haven't even had an

Edgar Wallace case yet.

[Door creaks open]

Just looked out the
window and seen something

beginning with m.

- Motor cycle?
- No.

- Monkey?
- No.

- Mussolini?
- Don't be daft.

- Getting warm?
- Nope.

[Marriot] Anybody home?

- [All together] Marriot!
- Right.

Well, good morning
mr and Mrs. Berresford.

Morning.

Hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

No, we were just
discussing bookshelves.

Ah yes, very interesting.

May I ask in what context?

For our Edgar Wallace books.

I've heard tell, that he writes

two books at a time,
holding a pen in each hand.

As well as dictating
a third to a secretary.

Really?

Ah, well as tuppence
points out, we haven't had

an Edgar Wallace case yet.

Well, now there's a
coincidence for you.

- Where?
- Because I've come to ask the

brilliant beresfords
for their help

in a very sort of,
Edgar Wallace case.

[The beresfords laugh]

Wait til I put on my
brilliant expression.

Well, there's no need to
get swelled-headed about

it just because you've
solved a couple of cases

- with amazing look.
- Amazing skill!

Amazing luck.

In my experience,
once is as useful

as the other.

You should have been
a diplomat, inspector.

That's part of the job too.

Now, what would you
two say to helping me

round up a big gang?

Is there such a thing?

What do you mean,
is there such a thing?

Well, I always thought
gangs were a figment of

the writer's imagination.

Like super-crooks
and master criminals.

Well, true, master-crooks
and super-criminals

aren't that thick on the ground,

but there's any amount
of gangs hanging about.

Well, inspector,

are you telling me that
you can't catch them?

Well, it's like this, sir.

- Albert?
- [Door creaks open]

Albert?

[Door creaks open]

We, at the yard,
believe this gang is a bit

la-di-da.

Oh, blue blooded?

Nobs?

Upper-class?

That sort of thing.

Now, it's a well known
fact that my chaps at

the yard are fearless
and strong as oxen

-and make first-class
husbands -but,

they find it a bit
difficult to mix believably

with the ock-mond,

so to speak.

With the,

yes,

you might put it like that, sir.

Might flat-footed.

Yes, that's the
other Mark, miss.

[Tommy] What crime is

this gang mixed up in?

Forgery.

Banknotes, hundreds
of then floating about.

Without being spotted?

Exactly.

A most artistic bit
of work, it is too.

You don't happen to
have one on you, do you?

Well, as a matter-of-fact,
just by chance.

I did happen to bring one along.

Ah, do you have
magnifying glass?

Do we have a magnifying glass?

What sort of detective agency

- do you think this is?
- [Drawer slides open]

- [Papers rustle]
- Albert?

- Magnifying glass.
- Magnifying glass?

[Albert makes whistling sound]

- Behave yourself, Albert.
- Sorry, sir.

That young man.

Well, he's useless
most of the time

and then suddenly he's
completely expendable.

By jove!

It looks perfectly
all right, to me.

- Let's have a look.
- [Distant church bells ring]

Hm, could have fooled me.

That's exactly what it's
doing all over London.

But, after all the trouble
the gang take over

the over-laying
of the watermark,

they go and make
a very silly mistake.

Where?

Look at the forgery first.

How does that
line of writing read?

The bank of england,

promise to pay the bearer,

on demand,

the sum of one pound.

And the genuine note?

Bank of england,
promise to pay the bearer,

on demand, the sum.

It's the same.

Try again, sir.

Look, carefully.

Bank of england, pro,

oh gosh, yes I see.

[Tuppence] What? What?

I promise to pay the bearer.

Oh, let me have a look.

I promise to pay the bearer.

Oh, yes of course.

Et cetera, et
cetera, signed by the

secretary of the treasury.

[Marriot] Right.

But that "i" and "the
promise" are so close

that it could easily be missed.

Exactly.

And who's going
to read a bank note?

Well, I hope you
are, Mrs. Beresford.

So, where do we
fit in, inspector?

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, oh.

[Bank notes rustle]

Yes, well I,

no, I think that's my note, sir.

Oh, sorry.

What, exactly, do
you want us to do?

Well, keep an eye
out for these things?

Oh no, a lot more
than that, my dear.

You see, all the yard
has found out so far

is that these dud notes,

are being circulated
by the west end.

- But, you don't know who by?
- By, whom.

Neither.

But, I'm sure it's someone
pretty high up in the

social scale.

Oh, I see.

So you want us to infiltrate.

Night clubs, gambling,
dancing the night away.

Examining bank notes and getting

hit over the head.

No, no, the danger
will be minimal.

- Society folk are not violent.
- [Tuppence] No.

Really?

Well, what about, Mrs. Barney

and madame farney?

-Well, two rotten apples
-don't spoil the harvest.

No.

Nor make a summer.

Quite so, madame.

-And, then there's the
-other side of this business.

The other side?

Well, the other
side of the channel.

Some of these notes
are being passed in

France and Germany,
Belgium and Holland too.

Well, isn't there anyone
that you suspect?

-Well, this is where we
-have to tread carefully.

As you can well understand.

But, between ourselves,
there is one person

who's interesting
us a good deal.

A major laidlaw,

ever heard of him?

Something to do
with racing, isn't he?

[Marriot] Right.

- Runs a stud farm?
- [Marriot] Right again.

My cousin, fruity
faulkner, knows him.

Fruity faul..?

Would that be, captain
James faulkner?

[Tommy] That's the one.

Mind you, we've
nothing against laidlaw

at the yard, but
there's a suspicion that

he's been involved
in a couple of rather,

shady transactions.

Rigged races?

Stewards inquiries,
that sort of thing?

Exactly.

And then, there's, his wife.

[Tuppence] What about her?

She's French.

Oh, other side of the channel.

She has a train of admirers.

She's very fond of the tables.

Gambling.

The laidlaw's certainly
spend a lot of money,

and I'd like to know
where it comes from.

You know, I think
I met her once,

with fruity.

Yes,

Marguerite.

Ah, before we were engaged.

Yes, very beautiful,
very French.

Well, I never met her.

Well, here's your
opportunity, Mrs. Beresford.

Do you know the python club,

in upper-brook street?

- No I don't think I.
- Yes, I do.

That's where I met
Marguerite laidlaw.

Mind you, I'm sure
it's a coincidence,

but a lot of these dud
notes have been circulated

at the python club.

Now, I've heard that
place is not all it seems.

Oh?

Hmm, they run a small
casino, in the back room

for members who
feel like a flutter.

That would be illegal.

Precisely.

- I'm sure it's only a rumour.
- [Tuppence mumbles]

The place run impeccably.

They have a very
high-class clientele.

And that's where the
laidlaws's spend most

of their evenings.

[Tommy] Ah.

So where do we come in?

Get fruity faulk,

captain James faulkner,

to put you both up for
membership of the club.

There's no danger
of the laidlaw's,

or whoever the forgers are,

- spotting you as detectives.
- Right, you're on.

We've got to know where
the stuff comes from.

You mean, major laidlaw
goes out of a morning

with an empty suitcase
and comes back of

an evening with it
crammed to the gills full of

forged bank notes?

Now having trailed
him, hither and yon,

I catch him in the act.

I don't thin it will
be that easy, sir.

I think my husband's
talking allegorically.

- Ah.
- Or, metaphorically.

Oh.

And, don't forget the lady.

My husband's not
likely to forget a lady.

- Or, her father.
- Oh, she has a father.

Oh, yes, even French
ladies have fathers.

A monsier herulard.

-He might easily be the
-contact across the channel.

You leave him to us.

I will.

I'll put some money
into your bank account,

- this afternoon.
- I say!

- For expenses.
- Of course.

So you have some
hard cash to gamble with.

And so that I can
dress suitably.

Quite so, Mrs. Beresford
must equipt herself

with suitable outfits
for the python club.

What about one hundred pounds?

Are you sure you
can print it, in time?

[Melodic orchestral music plays]

[Laughing cautiously]

[Laughter continues]

Shake well,

but not too long.

Tuppence!

I say!

- [Melodic flute music plays]
- Gosh!

Do you like it?

Do I like it?

Well,

well,

it's absolutely

flabbergasting.

[Laughing lightly]

And the shadow.

- Deep as the night.
- [Music slows]

And the Jerry lipstick?

I bet it glows, in the dark.

Oh darling, you do say
the most divine thing

to boost a chap's ego.

And hardly a motive in sight.

[He laughs heartily]

What about, this one?

Oh no,

what you've got on
is the cat's whiskers.

Then I'll wear this,

another night.

[They laugh together]

You're quite a rake at heart,

aren't you darling?

It's a good thing you're
married to a steady,

sober, sensible
sort of chap, like me.

-Well, you wait until we
-get to the python club,

you might not be as
sober as you think.

Now, what's that you're mixing?

The horse's neck,
at last we have

an Edgar Wallace case.

Slush.

What?

That's what they called
forged notes, slush.

Oh, at last, we're
proper busies.

And we're out to get a crackler.

What exactly is a crackler
when he's at home?

He isn't very often.

Its a word I've just invented.

He's a chap who
forges bank notes,

and puts them into circulation.

They crackle,

- so he's a crackler.
- [Tuppence laughing]

Simple.

I think I prefer rustler.

- More, sinister.
- No,

crackler's more, Edgar Wallace.

Oh, okay.

[Upbeat 1920's
style music plays]

Crackler, it is then.

And we're out to get you.

[Music fades]

[Car engine revs]

[Car engine revs]

[Sophisticated
piano chords play]

[Background chatter]

[Piano continues]

Ah, there they are.

Come and meet them, Marguerite.

Tommy, you managed to get here.

- Jimmy.
- Splendid to see you, again.

Yes, good to hear from you.

May I introduce you to my wife,

- known as tuppence.
- Delighted to meet you.

Yes,

and this lady is Mrs. Laidlaw,

my friends mr and
Mrs. Beresford.

How do you do?

- How do you do?
- Hello, again.

Now, what to drink?

A horse's neck, please.

Marguerite?

Well, now, you Tommy? Yes?

What is your wish?

Oh, I think I'll have
a horse's neck too.

Good, then I too will
have a neck of a horse.

- [Mr. Laidlaw laughs]
- Splendid.

Take a pew.

Three gg's, Harry,
and a whisky soda.

Yes, captain.

[Background chatter]

What's the other
side of king Kong,

standing there?

Oh that is the tables.

[She speaks in
French] Poker, roulette.

Can anyone go in?

Only if you know, the
habitué, as they say.

Oh, can't we go in and have

a bit of a flutter?

Nothing easier, Tommy.

Here we are, one little gg,

two gg's and
third-past-the-post.

[They laugh lightly]

Ah, bung-ho, skin off your nose!

What about a bit of a
whirl, Mrs. Beresford?

[She laughs lightly]

Get on the dance floor?

- The old trot-fox.
- Oh, yes, say I!

I do love to dance,
don't I, Tommy?

- Don't I, Tommy?
- Sorry, darling.

What was that?

[Tuppence] I love to dance.

[Upbeat piano music
continues to play]

We will take our
neck of the horses,

they are the holy of ponies.

Right you are.

[Piano music continues]

It's very sad.

I'll take another half
a dash of [inaudible].

These are wistables, sir.

You know what?

I thought I was
back in the states.

I'll have a half a
dash of wistables.

Very good, Mr. Ryder.

[Background chatter]

That is my husband,

Camille.

[Dealer] Card, please.

He could be told I was dead

and he would not stop playing.

Papa?

This is Tommy.

- Tommy beresford.
- How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Beresford?

This is major laidlaw.

Excuse us, papa,
we will try roulette.

[Speaks French] Is
no fun unless someone

at the table is terribly rich.

[She orders poker
chips in French]

And, ten pounds, please.

[Cashier] Monsieur.

[Mysterious music plays]

[Upbeat piano music plays]

- [Song finishes]
- [They laugh, joyfully]

[Loud clapping]

By jove, that was
absolutely spiffing.

- You dance divinely.
- You're no slouch, yourself.

[They laugh together]

I say,

may I call you tuppence?

Oh yes, please do.

Well, I'm Jimmy.

- [He laughs amusedly]
- Jimmy.

- Let's have another drink.
- Same again?

- Oh, yes.
- A horse's neck, please.

One gg, Harry and a whisky soda.

[Bartender] Coming
up, captain faulkner.

My word, your
husband's a lucky fellow.

I've always thought so.

With you dancing the way you do.

Alas, no luck, he doesn't
enjoy it very much.

What? Doesn't cotton on to the

- odd spot of terpsichore?
- Not really.

Ah, we must put that right.

I command you to come
here, night after night,

just to dance with me.

That's a date.

- [She laughs lightly]
- Dates?

What's the damage, Harry?

To you captain, 30 shillings.

And to anybody else, a quid.

[He laughs heartily]

- There we are.
- Oh, I say,

they look nice.

These? Oh, I suppose they do.

And crackling, where
did you get them from?

- Hot of the press.
- [He laughs heartily]

No, more likely,
gambling here, in my case.

Or the races.

- Thank you, madame.
- Oh.

Keep the change, Harry.

Oh thank you, captain.

- Gung-ho.
- Cheers.

- Oh.
- [He laughs warmly]

[Chatter amongst poker players]

I think that's enough
for me, for one night.

Oh, Tommy, too sad.

I must have another
throw of two or three.

- Look at my husband.
- [Mysterious music plays]

I'll see you later, perhaps.

Insist.

I will winkle you out.

[Door creaks]

[Background chatter]

[Tuppence and
Jimmy laugh amusedly]

Did you win?

- Not exactly.
- Did you have a nice dance?

It was a divine
piece of terpsichore.

[Jimmy laughs heartily]

What?

Oh my word,

you're a lucky dog, Tommy.

Thanks.

I say tuppence, what
about an old flutter

in the old holy of holy's.

Oh, rather.

I'll stick you a
couple of tenners.

Oh, no, a tenner is
much too heavy for me.

- A quid's more my pace.
- Nice to see you say.

Come on, then.

Have fun.

Yes, sir?

- Horse's neck.
- Yes, sir.

- Evening.
- Good evening.

You can't beat the
French, can you?

I beg your pardon?

The French, you can't beat 'em.

I refer to Mrs.
Laidlaw, Marguerite.

She is the most
beautiful woman I've ever

set eyes on.

Yeah, she's very lovely.

I'm from america, sir.

I thought you might be.

- Hank Ryder, New Jersey.
- Tommy beresford,

st. john's wood.

I am pretty new to
this kind of high life.

I only made my
pile a little while ago.

Really?

I've come to Europe to see life.

Where else have you been,

may I ask?

Yeah, um,

France, gay Paris,

- Berlin, Vienna.
- Belgium?

No, not yet.

- Your horse's neck, sir.
- Ah, thanks.

Would you like a drink?

[Hank] Mm, I'm still going.

I'm afraid that's
the smallest I've got.

It's quite all right, sir.

Well,

cheers.

It's a terrible shame,

-such a lovely creature's
-got to have money worries.

[Bank notes rustle]

[Chatter amongst poker players]

- Jimmy, darling.
- Do me a big favour.

Of course, Marguerite.

Anything within my feeble power.

Tomorrow at ascot,
I fancy very much

penning prince
for the 4 o'clock.

I'm told he cannot lose.

-You may as well back him,
-he wouldn't dare to, my dear.

[Marguerite] Thirty
pounds, on the nose.

Right oh.

Oh, oh let me have those,

for a couple of tenners, Jimmy.

I can't bet my life
away with tenners.

- Pleasure.
- Thank you.

[Mysterious
background music plays]

Difficult to tell.

Well I got a 20 from
madame laidlaw via Jimmy.

Mine are change from the bar.

[China rattles]

- What's that?
- [Tuppence] Here, here.

Whatever for?

[Tuppence] Sober you up.

I beg your pardon?

- [She laughs lightly]
- Sober us both up.

I'm absolutely swimming
in horse's neck-ness.

[Tommy] In what?

Horse's neck-ness.

Horse's necks?

- [She laughs heartily]
- That's what I said.

Horses neck-ness.

[He laughs amusedly]

-Good grief, what's that
-apparition you're wearing?

- [Laughing playfully]
- Do you like it?

It's my new negligee.

-Like it or not you didn't,
-[She laughs amusedly]

Oh tuppence, you did,
you bought it out of the

money that marriot gave us.

Well you said I
should dress the part.

-[Tommy] Yes, in working,
-or even working hours.

But at this time of night?

It gives me a feel of the thing.

A habitué of an
illegal gambling club.

Long cigarette
holders, hangovers.

Why, don't you like it?

Yes,

but will you stop being
so damned feminine

-while I'm trying to examine
-these damned bank notes.

Well, just pretend
that I'm not here.

Right, thanks very much.

Now.

Out of the four,

I got as change from the bar,

only one is a dud.

- That could be anybody's.
- Exactly.

And out of your 20,
four are forgeries.

Madame laidlaw got
those from her husband.

He was playing Camille.

So, he could have got
them from the cashier.

Or from anywhere.

- So that doesn't help much.
- [Tuppence laughing slightly]

Well it might.

That means we have to
go back to the python club

- and I can wear another dress.
- [She laughs gleefully]

- Tuppence?
- Hm.

- Concentrate on this bit.
- Hm.

These dud notes
are all new and crisp.

So they can't have been fondled,

handled,

- by very many people.
- Hm.

Drink your chocolate, darling.

While it's hot.

[Kissing noises]

[Melodic piano tune begins]

[Music continues]

[Light chatter]

A horse's neck.

Yes, ma'am.

Where you racing today?

Yes.

Ascot?

Yes.

Successful?

Yes.

Did the horse prince win?

No.

-I only ask because I
-think your wife backed it.

Oh?

You obviously enjoy gambling.

Yes.

Me too.

Oh.

But I don't have much luck.

Oh?

And then I usually
run out of cash.

Yes.

I often wonder why I
don't make my own.

Then I can gamble all day long.

Yes.

I suppose, like
most good gamblers,

-you keep your cards
pretty -close to your stomach.

Yes.

Don't give much away.

No.

I hate to ask, but,

could you change
a ten pound note?

I can change that
for you, madame.

Oh.

Thank you.

[Music continues in background]

Cheers.

-One hundred, -one
hundred and ten,

twenty, thirty,

forty,

fifty,

sixty,

seventy,

[sighing heavily]

Eighty,

ninety,

two hundred.

Thank you, Jimmy.

And jolly well good luck.

Why, she's a little
witch that one. Eh?

Talk about a poker face.

I'll win it back tomorrow night.

Drink?

[Slow piano music plays]

Mr. Ryder,

I think you should
go back to your hotel.

[He mumbles quietly]

I don't fancy that.

Well, I know what he looks like.

How?

Photos in the
sporting and dramatic.

Major laidlaw and
friend's at the derby.

That sort of tripe.

So, what have I
got to do then, sir?

You get on your motorcycle,

and follow him to ascot.

Now if they head to
the royal enclosure,

you won't be able
to get in there.

Why not?

Because you'll need a topper,

or a large pitcher
hat with flowers on it.

Can't you lend me one?

Anyhow, the important thing

is to watch if he
stops anywhere.

And if he does,

make a not of
everything he says,

or does.

And if he's carrying anything.

- [Albert] Like what?
- A briefcase, satchel,

anything that could
hold bank notes.

- Right, leave it to me.
- Wait a minute.

- [Paper rips]
- He lives in, uh,

eardley mansions,
off Beckett street.

And drives a rolls.

[In American accent]
I'm on my way, partner.

I don't think all those
gangster films are

a good influence on our Albert.

[Engine whirs]

[Engine slows]

[Birds tweeting in background]

[Tense orchestral
background music plays]

[Music heightens]

[Footsteps approach]

What seems to be the trouble?

Trouble?

It's this, here, toggle.

Where?

Here.

I don't see nothing.

Well, driving what
you do, yours likely

don't have no toggles.

Oh, fixed it.

[Engine splutters]

All right, sir, what's the game?

Game?

What you on about?

You've been
following us all day.

I ain't.

I saw you outside

my genetlmen's
house, this morning.

Who, me?

Yes, you.

Why are you following us?

I ain't.

I've been to the races and all.

You best buzz off.

I was just going.

And if I ever set eyes
on you again, my lad,

it'll be the worst for you.

[Engine starts]

Who the devil do
you think you are?

I said.

-I've as much right to be
-standing here as you have.

- And, did he threaten you?
- Threaten me?

No, sir, I threatened them.

Anyway he comes over right,

throwing his weight about.

But did you see
money change hands?

Yeah. At this here posh pub.

First he takes out
a wad of notes,

strips one off to the
waiter and hands the rest

to the other bloke.

-And then after that bit,
-where you threatened them?

They went straight
to the python club.

You're sure?

Yep. Straight there.

Oh, thanks Albert.

You've done just well.

[In American accent]
Ah, shuks, Mrs.

It weren't nothing.

Thank you, Albert.

Well, what do you think darling?

I don't know.

Could it just be
monsieur herulard

paying lady laidlaw back a debt?

Yes,

but they'd hardly
bring out forged notes

in the full light of day.

Of course, you know
major laidlaw's blind.

Blind?

- [Albert] As a bat.
- I don't believe you.

That's why that
thug always stays

so close to him,
leading him about.

Albert, why didn't
you tell us before?

I only saw him
today, for the first time.

[Chattering in background]

[Tense background music plays]

[Hank] Thanks, Jim.

[Marguerite] Oh la la, I lose.

Well, I'm afraid
you all lose, folks.

That'll be, uh,

- fifty pounds then, you owe me.
- [Sighing heavily]

May I join you at the next game?

No, I will see if I can
do better in roulette.

Will you join me?

Mr. Beresford, why
don't I buy you a drink?

If you'll excuse
me, I'll join you later.

[Upbeat tune plays on piano]

[Music continues]

Well, what's your
poison, young man?

I wouldn't like to tell you,

just at the moment.

[Laughing lightly]

[Dealer speaking in French]

[Upbeat piano music continues]

Ah, my Tommy, here you are!

Look, I have won and won.

You certainly have.

Is it safe showing
off all that money?

Let's just hope you
don't lose it all before

the evening is out.

Look, why don't I
change that for you?

To bigger notes.

Oh, you angel,
so careful, so wise,

and so charming.

[The rooms claps lightly]

[Tommy] They're all forgeries.

[Tuppence] But where
did she get them from?

She won them.

At roulette, I think.

Very smart.

Well, you spent
most of your evening

dancing with Jimmy.

What's that got to
do with anything?

For all we know,
he could be the chap

- forging the notes.
- Oh, no, no.

- Very Edgar Wallace.
- Not Jimmy.

-Anyway, I think it's fun
-mixing business with pleasure.

Matter of fact, I haven't

enjoyed myself so much in years.

We're not supposed to
be enjoying ourselves.

-We're supposed to be bringing
-a gang of forgers to earth.

What about you and
that French phoney?

- Purely business.
- [Tuppence laughs wryly]

And no pleasure?

Purely minimal.

I see it,

as a process of elimination.

What's that mean?

It means, if you and I
are accused of forgery

and it wasn't me,
then I'm eliminated

and it must be you.

I might have known.

You see, it could be any one,

of the habitué's
of the python club.

Habitué are the
people who go there.

Well, I know that.

-Or if it's a gang, -as
inspector marriot thinks,

then it could be, all of them.

Yes, that makes sense.

Major laidlaw,
even though blind,

his wife, her father,
monsieur herulard,

that American chap,
Jimmy faulkner,

even Harry the barman.

-But what, -if it isn't a gang?

Ah, well,

then it could be
any one of them.

Mind you, one of them might be

the leader of the gang,
but the other members

might not be there habituals.

Habitué's.

Yes that's an idea.

Like in jailbait, there was this

-little old woman, right,
-we saw that, Albert.

Oh yeah, that's right.

Now, if this were an
Edgar Wallace case,

then the criminal
could be somebody

pretending to be somebody else.

The ringer, there's a
detective that turns out

- not to be a detective.
- Yes, we saw that too,

Albert.

Sorry.

Mind you,

if the major isn't
really a major.

Or even blind.

Marguerite laidlaw
isn't really French,

her father isn't her
father and Jimmy.

Hang on, hang on.

Just because these
people are handling

the counter-fit money,

-doesn't necessarily mean
-that they are printing it.

No, of course not, but.

[Tommy] What is it, darling?

[Albert] You all right, Mrs. B?

She's having one of her hunches.

[Phone trills]

Whitehall, one two, one two.

Scotland yard.

- Inspector marriot.
- She's onto something.

Do you remember

the case of the frightened lady?

[Tommy and
tuppence shush Albert]

-Inspector marriot,
-Mrs. Beresford.

No, no not yet.

But there's something
I want you to do for me.

Phone all the big hotels

and find out if a large
number of forged notes

have been used to pay big bills.

Yes.

We'll wait here until you ring.

Well?

Yeah, come on, Mrs.
B, spill the beans.

If I'm right, it's too
dangerous for us.

[Shelf collapses loudly]

[Mysterious
background music plays]

[Music intensifies]

I'll only be a minute, darling.

See you in the gaming room.

Right oh.

[Background music fades]

Mr. Ryder,

what are you doing?

A goddam hat stand,

never saw anything
like that in New Jersey.

[Tommy laughs amusedly]

You know what,
you've got two heads.

Ah, well I've only got one hat.

- Wow, what do you know?
- Sure you have.

- [They laugh amusedly]
- That is remarkable.

Why don't you try that one?

Buy am I, juiced.

I mixed all my
drinks, earlier on.

Someone at the bar
there, bet me I wouldn't.

Oh? Who did?

- Well, who do you think?
- Marguerite.

Just for fun.

Look, old chap, why
don't you go home?

I got no home to go to.

What about your hotel?

Well, a hotel's not a home.

Anyway, I promised
Marguerite I'm gonna join her

after the treasure hunt.

What treasure hunt?

I'm telling you young
man, the treasure hunt.

The [he mumbles],

they do it all the time.

Anyways, she took
me there in her car.

Where?

Er,

cobble stones, and it
was five hundred pounds.

Oh, you're pulling my leg.

I'm telling you, it
was white, something.

- Whitehall?
- [Hank] No.

Whitechapel?

That's it.

And you found five
hundred pounds there?

I didn't, she did.

She left me outside.

She's always leaving me outside.

It's very sad.

Do you think you'd find
your way back again?

Well, of course.

Hank Ryder doesn't lose
his bearings that easy.

Come on, then.

[Rhythmic instrumental
background music plays]

Careful now.

[Hank stumbles loudly]

Mind you head.

Hey, is this a rolls Royce?

No old chap, it's
a Bentley, actually.

[Background music continues]

[Engine revs loudly]

[They converse in French]

[Continued
conversation in French]

To earn the money
to play here, madame.

Yeah of course.

Toodle pip.

Toddle pip.

[Foreboding
background music plays]

Where are we?

- Whitechapel.
- Oh yeah.

Yeah it looks kind of familiar.

I think that we
turned to the right

somewhere down there,
and then keep going.

There's a phone box.

What do you want a phone for?

To call the python club,

let tuppence know where I am.

Why, you think
she'll be worried?

I hope so.

[Slow melodic
tune plays on piano]

No sign of your errant husband?

Apparently not.

A dance, while waiting?

No thank you, Jimmy, I'm tired.

A drink, then?

Oh, why not.

A little champagne
would be reviving.

Good gal.

[Engine whirs]

See that pub?

Yes.

- It's down there.
- Down that street there.

Want to drop in for a quick one?

Pubs probably closed by now.

Okay.

All right, turn down there.

Why are we doing all this?

[Hank mumbles inaudibly
while slurring his words]

Could be.

[Hank continues to mumble]

Possibly.

[Hank laughs heartily]

Hey, that's it!

Pull over, down there.

[Waiter whispers to tuppence]

Sorry Jimmy.

Must dash.

Right.

[Cats purr in background]

[Dog barks in distance]

[Engine whirs]

Where are we going?

Whitechapel.

Oh, why?

All he said was, cats.

[Engine whirs]

[Dogs continue
to bark in distance]

- She went in there.
- You sure?

I'm sure.

She left me down at
the end of the alley.

- But how can you tell?
- They all look the same.

Like the story of the
Princess and the solder.

I don't know that one.

Well Marguerite's
a real Princess, but,

I'm certainly no soldier.

Yes, well they put
a cross on the door

to show which one it was.

I'll be darned.

- I think I'll do the same.
- Why?

In case we're in danger.

[Animals sound in background]

Oh, cats about.

- What do we do now?
- We step inside?

Be careful.

We do.

Hey,

there's someone
coming down the alley.

Let me handle it.

[Mysterious
background music plays]

[Music intensifies]

[Cats meow in background]

[Music slows]

[Door creaks open]

[Door slams shut]

Good evening, Mr. Beresford.

Willie, the oyster opener?

Turn off the gas.

- Oh, the headquarters.
- Shut your trap!

- Put your hands up.
- [Door slams in background]

[Hank in other
room] Got 'em boys?

So, Mr. Busy busy.

Reach the end of the trail, huh?

Mr. Hank Ryder,

what a surprise.

Hm, I have been
laughing with the boys,

these past few days.

Really?

-You know, I was onto
you, -right from the start.

I knew you weren't
really in with that crowd

at the python.

Let you play a
bod for a bit until I

got you suspicious of
the lovely Marguerite,

and then I said to myself,

now's he time to lead him to it.

And now I'm on the spot.

[Hank] Well, it looks like it.

I mean, I'm not
giving up this business

for the sake of two
amateur peepers.

So what are you going to do?

Bump me off?

[Hank] Have yo got
any other suggestions?

[Cats meow in background]

I wouldn't bank on
that cross that you

put on that door.

Why not?

Well, I know that
cock-eyed fairy story.

-I went back and I put a
cross -on all the other doors.

By the time they
find the right door

and your body,

me and the boys will
be out of the country.

With major laidlaw and his wife.

-Damn, god, they're only
-into interested in horses.

They're not in
our league, sunny.

Really?

Well,

let's get it over with.

You thought you were
so clever, didn't you?

We were a step ahead
of you, all the way.

[Door crashes open]

[Fast orchestral
background music plays]

[Commotion and banging]

[Tense music continues]

Well done, sir.

Just in time, inspector.

Tommy?

[Tommy] In here, darling.

- Are you all right?
- Never better.

Well, inspector,

you were right
about the python club.

May I introduce you
to Mr. Hank Ryder,

his henchman and equipment.

I said I'd get you, crackler,

and I have.

Crackler?

What the hell are
you talking about?

You'll find it in the next

criminal dictionary,
etymology doubtful.

Take them away.

- [Tommy laughs joyously]
- [Tommy] Well done, Albert.

How did you get those
cats to lead us here?

Oh, I not only equipped
myself with chalk,

but with a vile of valerian.

What on earth is valerian?

It stinks to I have
'em but cats love it.

I know, I keep them.

-Cats is what he said and
cats -is what I looked for.

They was outside the
door when I arrived.

But there was no
need to go and pick up

Mrs. Beresford, it could
have been dangerous.

[Albert] I knew she
wouldn't want to

miss all the fun.

No, quite right.

Well, thank you very
much for your help.

Always a pleasure, inspector.

Though, I have to admit,

-it was my clever wife who
-first suspected the yankee.

-The hotel he was staying at
-had hundreds of pounds worth

of forged bank
notes, palmed off.

Mind you, I wouldn't trust

those others at the python club

further than I could throw them.

[Marriot] I'm afraid
it turned out more

dangerous than I'd anticipated.

[Tommy] What,
with Jimmy faulkner,

dancing two, two.

[Tuppence] Marguerite
fluttering her eyelids

at Tommy.

[Marriot] Yes, well,
goodnight, miss.

[Albert] See you in the morning.

[Tommy] Not to mention,

all those cocktails.

[Tuppence] Hanging
on her every word.

[Kissing sounds]

[Tommy] So,

it was quite a dangerous job.

[Tuppence] A very dangerous job.

[Upbeat orchestral
outro music plays]