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[phone ringing]

The Chillingham Partnership.

No, I'm afraid
he's with a client.

Can Mr. Hearn help?

I'm afraid I can't
disturb Mr. Chillingham.

I can't really say how long.

Yes, I'll tell him.

Yes, bye.

[loud bang]

Mr. Chillingham?

[knock]

Mr. Chillingham?

What's going on in
there, Mr. Stamford?

You'd better com in.

I shouldn't bother.

I've already checked.

Chillingham is quite dead.

I expect you'll want
to call the police.

Ah, Clarissa--

Charles, quick!
Get the police.

Mr. Chillingham's been shot.

He's dead, Charles!

Two witnesses, sir.

Miss Tower, Mr. Hearn.

Any other stuff?

[inaudible] sir.

There's no other way out
of that office, is there?

Right, you'd better get
on with it then, Jack.

Know what you're
doing, do you, son?

Yes, sir.

[knock]

Mr. George Stamford?

We're police officers.

I'm going to unlock this
door and we're coming in.

Understood?

Ah, the gentlemen of the law.

On your feet, Mr. Stamford.

Hands on the table.

He's not armed, sir.

Mr. George Stamford?

Perhaps you'd like to tell
us what happened, sir.

Where is it?

Hm?

The weapon, Mr. Stamford.

Where is it?

The weapon?

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

I see.

Look around, Sarge.

It can't be far away.
You, sit down.

Chief Inspector Walters.

What can you tell me
about this man Stamford?

Well, we only met him today.

I understand he lives
abroad in Australia.

His father was an old
client of Mr. Chillingham.

Hm.

Why'd he come here today?

I told the sergeant
I assumed it had

to do with his father's estate.

Old Mr. Stamford died recently.

Huh.

Eh, you all right, miss?

You want a cup of
tea or something?

- Oh, I'm fine.
- Ah.

STAMFORD: Not very lively
company, is he, Officer?

Comedian.

Hiding the weapon-- that
meant to be funny, too?

How can I hide
what I never had?

There's no sign
of it about, sir.

Well, maybe he threw
it out the window.

Look below.

Oh, and Jack?

Don't come back without it.

We'll find it, Mr. Stamford.

And when we do, you'll
be charged with murder.

Until then, you're not obliged
to say anything, but if you do,

it may be taken down
and used as evidence.

Have you got that?

Now, any more
little gems of wit?

Inspector.

Chief Inspector Walters.

Murder squad.

Well, Chief Inspector
Walters, you seem to have

made up your mind about me.

Mr. Stamford, this office
is on the sixth floor.

There's no other way except
through that door, which

you locked from the inside.

No one else has been in here.

So only you could
have killed him.

Now, just two questions--

why you shot him and what
you've done with the weapon.

Forensics here, lads.

Small bore,
actually. .22 or .25.

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What range?

Can't say yet.

It was an inside
shot though, wasn't it?

It's possible.

It's also possible it came from
that carpark across the way.

[sigh]

Oh, come on, Alec.

This has got to be done
to our friend here.

You could be right.

It's a lovely shot, though.

Clean as a whistle.

I'm finished here, Chief.

Aye.

Look, make sure your lads
give him a right going-over.

I want chapter and verse on him.

You'll get what you
always get, laddy.

Well, he didn't throw
it out the window, sir.

That's for certain.

All right, yeah.

See that carpark over there?

Top to bottom.

You don't really think we're
going to find it there, sir?

No, but it's the
only other place

the shot could've come from.

On your way.

[mutters]

Oh, for god's sake.

Do that in some other office.

Problem time, is it?

Mm.

No weapon.

You don't need one, laddy.

[sigh] It's got to
be here somewhere.

It's got to be.

Oh, er, where'd they
put Mr. Stamford?

Oh, in the documents room.

Through there, Inspector.

Oh, I see.

Look, I'd like you
to think carefully.

After you heard the shot, did
Mr. Stamford come out here.

You know, even for a moment?

No, Inspector.
He couldn't have.

He was locked in.

Can you confirm that?

Well, I was in my
office at the time.

But I did see Miss
Tower lock the door.

And it remained locked
till you arrived.

Mm.

When you saw Mr. Stamford in
the office, did he have a gun?

I'm sorry.

All I can remember is Mr.
Chillingham lying there dead.

My one thought was to get out.

Hm.

There's nowhere
inside that office

that he might have hidden it?

You know, a safe, for instance?

The safe's in
the documents room.

Oh.

Well, what do you keep in there?

Confidential papers, sir.

- Have you got a key?
- Yes.

Perhaps we could have a look.

They're in my desk.

That's a rotten
way for her to end

her stint with us, Inspector.

What?

Well, Clarissa,
Miss Tower, is leaving

us at the end of the month.

Oh, I see.

Why was that?

Personal reasons, Inspector.

Not unconnected with marriage.

I'll open the safe for you.

Thank you.

Is that all, Inspector?

For the moment, thank you.

Please wait outside.

That's the loyal secretary.

She thinks I did it, too.

Didn't you?

Why should I want to do a
thing like that, Inspector?

Oh, don't worry, Mr. Stamford.
We'll find out.

What was your business here?

I believe I'm allowed
legal representation.

That's right.

It's one call, isn't it?
May I?

Thank you.

We'd been discussing my father's
affairs for about 10 minutes.

Well, we'd both been smoking.

The room had fogged up
a bit, so Chillingham

got up and opened the window.

You don't believe me, do you?

Well, he made a
remark about the view,

and then there was this noise.

Well, I didn't think
it was a shot at first,

and then Chillingham fell.

I thought he'd fainted,
but then I saw the blood.

So what you're saying is
that he was shot by somebody

outside the building.

Well, it is the only
possible explanation, isn't it?

Do you know what a low-caliber
bullet is, Mr. Stamford?

I have some idea, yes.

And do you know what
the chances of killing

a man at that range are?

Pretty remote, I should think.

Impossible, and
we'll prove it, too.

Then we'll be left with
just you, won't we?

I hate to labor the point,
Inspector, but without a gun,

I couldn't have shot him.

[sighs] Clever
bastard, aren't you?

But this is just the
start, Mr. Stamford.

I'll find the weapon and
a motive to go with it.

And then I'm going
to put you away.

That's a promise.
- Hm.

You're not what I'd call an
impartial man, Inspector.

Not where scum like
you are concerned, sir.

All right, take him away.

Where the hell is it, Jack?

I've looked everywhere, sir.

I promise you that.

Yeah, well, we'll wait and
see what forensic come up with.

If they rule out
an outside shot,

then we'll really
slam into Stamford.

If he's handled a weapon,
it's bound to show up.

All that garbage
about an outside shot.

He's just trying
to throw us off.

It's got to be in
there somewhere.

It's got to be!

All right, Jack.

Get some man up and
tear the place apart.

I want that weapon.

[inaudible], Inspector, sir.

Don't let me see your
face till you've found it.

Is my lawyer here yet?

WALTERS: Why'd
you lock the door?

I told you.

Chillingham locked it.

WALTERS: Why?

Because we had private
business matters to discuss.

What private business?

Why won't you let
me see my lawyer?

The truth, Mr. Stamford.

Then you can hold hands
with whoever you like.

Now, you say you weren't
sure it was a shot you heard.

Is that so?

STAMFORD: At first
I thought it--

But it says here
you're an ex-mercenary.

You don't know the
sound of gunshot?

You're lying, Stamford.

Oh, please yourself.

You went in, you locked
the door, you spoke a bit,

then you let him have it.

Admit it, Stamford.

Look, Inspector,
you can't force me

to admit something I didn't do.

There's a long way to go yet.

You will.

Chief Inspector
Walters, I'm not a fool.

If I'd planned to
kill Chillingham,

do you seriously think
I'd go to his office,

lock myself in, shoot him,
and hope to get away with it?

You did it, and then
you disposed of the gun.

How?
I don't know, yet.

But I will, Stamford.
I will.

Now, let's go from
the beginning again.

Oh, you are a
very persistent man.

You don't know
the half of it yet.

This is junk, Alec.

Nothing on him.

Ooh, sorry.

But the judge won't take
kindly to rewriting history.

That shot came from
inside Chillingham's office.

It had to.

No powder marks on his hands?
I didn't believe this.

Then find your pair of gloves
and a special low-caliber

gun and I'll give you a case.

I want that arrogant sod.

Ooh, personal, is it?

Well, you could always
lean on him a bit.

What, with an expensive
brief breathing down my neck?

Besides, Stamford's too smart
to stampede under pressure.

He's planned this.

Without a weapon
he knows I'm going

to be laughed out of court.

Have a look at what
ballistics say about the slug.

- No rifling marks?
- That's right.

The weapon was rigged.

Homemade, you know.

What, a zip gun?

Aye, made up of
bit and pieces.

So find me just a piece of
it and you've got a case.

[phone ringing]

Yes?

WALTERS (ON PHONE): Listen,
Jack, leave what you're doing

and start again.

This time, you're
looking for a zip gun.

A homemade job?
WALTERS (ON PHONE): Yeah.

Bits of metal.

Stamford must have broken
it down and hidden it.

Just one piece.

That's all I need.

[dial tone]

(MUTTERING) Super.

From what you tell
me, Chief Inspector,

your case is purely
circumstantial.

So I must ask you either
to charge my client

or to release him.

If you do not charge him and he
is not released within the day,

I shall seek a writ
of habeas corpus.

Anything else?

No, except to
point out, of course,

that such procedure would hardly
be welcomed by your superiors.

But I hope it
won't come to that.

[phone ringing]

Walters.

Jack, you've found it?

What, not even one
bloody small piece of it?

Hold it.

Yes?

Well, keep looking
till I tell you not to.

Excuse me, will you?

What do you want?

The connection between
Stamford and Chillingham, sir.

Looks like you've got a motive.

When do I see my client?

You will, [inaudible].

You're a bit
footloose, aren't you?

Oil drilling in South
America, mercenary,

circus hand in Australia?

You live there now, don't you?

And run a small
engineering factory.

Tell me, why were you
never tempted to go

into your father's business?

Well, we didn't get on,
my father and I. Well,

you know how it is, Inspector.

Successful father, wayward son.

When'd you last see him?

About eight years ago.

How'd you learn of his death?

Formal notice to
the next of kin.

Did it come as a shock to you?

Not really.

Knew he suffered
from heart disease.

Oh?

How was that?

Well-meaning friends.

Always someone wanting to
reconcile the irreconcilable.

How much money did he leave?

About two million.

Pounds, sterling.

Didn't come to me, though.

No, no, it went to
research into heart disease.

Yes, that's what my
father intended, yes.

WALTERS: It was a lot of money.

Well, money was all my father
had left to give, Inspector.

It's my fault, I suppose.

They do say I broke
his heart, you know.

The Association
for Medical Research.

Yeah, Father's beneficiary.

At least I believe that's
what it called itself.

You did know it was
a fraud, didn't you?

It was under investigation.

Its president was due
to face proceedings.

And as we both know, the
president of that association

was Chillingham.

You killed him because
he cheated your father,

isn't that so?

Chillingham did need killing.

Even you must admit
that, Inspector.

And so you killed him.

I deny that emphatically.

Do you hear that, Officer?

Emphatically.

Come on, Mr. Stamford, we
can prove time and place,

the strongest possible motive.

We even know what kind
of weapon you used.

So what more do we need?

- A gun, perhaps.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.
It was a zip gun, wasn't it?

Now, that's easy enough to make
for a man who's an engineer.

You broke it down into
little pieces, didn't you?

Have you found such a weapon?

Even a small piece?

Not yet.

That's hardly the point, is it?

I mean, we know how
you did it, and why.

So come on, now.

Admit it.

Admit you killed Chillingham.

You are going to have
to prove it, Inspector.

And can you without
a piece of this gun?

Hm?

[inaudible] Dave?

Yeah, I can't make it.

Yeah, I know.

Well, look, tell him.

8:30, Sunday morning, first tee.

Good night.

What is it?

The report on
the witnesses, sir.

Hearn is clean,
but the secretary--

Thanks, Ernest.

[phone ringing]

Uh, still looking, sir.

WALTERS (ON PHONE):
Forget the weapon, Jack,

and get back here.
Bring Miss Tower in, will you?

Sir, Miss Tower has gone home.

WALTERS (ON PHONE): Well, go
round and pick her up, then.

You've not been quite frank
with us, have you, Miss Tower?

I'm not sure I understand.

Sit down.

Get Joe in.

Joe!

You told us you resigned.

I intended leaving at
the end of the month, yes.

Frankly, you resigned
to avoid being fired.

We know, Miss Tower.

We found a letter to
that effect in your flap.

Now, why'd you lie?

Well, Mr.
Chillingham suspected

I'd done something unethical.

Such as?

He believed I'd passed
on confidential information

to an outsider.
- Get Stamford in here.

You also lied to Mr. Hearn.

There's no fianc .

You're not getting married.

Now, why was that?

There were reasons.

WALTERS: Hm?

Oh, come in.

Chair for Mr. Stamford.

Oh, you know Miss Tower,
of course, don't you?

Of course.

Rather better
than you indicated.

He wrote to you from Australia.

She's not involved
in this, Inspector.

Why did you both lie
about your connection

with each other?

I didn't lie.

I said I'd never met him.

Oh, just pen
friends, is that it?

Exactly that, Inspector.

You told Stamford
his father was

being cheated by
Chillingham, didn't you?

Yes.

WALTERS: Why didn't
you tell us that?

I didn't want to get involved.

Oh, and is that why
you lied to Mr. Hearn?

It wasn't my place to tell
him that his senior partner was

dishonest.

But you did tell Stamford.

Now, why was that--
if, as you say,

you didn't want to get involved?

I did it for
his father's sake.

WALTERS: No other reason?

What other reason
could there be?

Your relationship
with Stamford.

You're serious!

Oh, he's very serious
indeed, aren't you, Inspector?

You knew Stamford had
come to this country for one

reason and one reason only.

That was to kill Chillingham.

That's ridiculous!

I second that.

And as for you, you'd
have us believe that no one

else had gone into that office.

- Absolutely right.
- Wrong.

One other person went into
that office-- you, Miss Tower.

You went in, you took
the gun from him,

and then you disposed of it.

There's no other possible way
it could have left that office.

But that's just not true!

You planned this job
together, didn't you?

You listen to me,
Chief Inspector!

There was no
relationship between us.

I knew and respected his father.

And I hoped for his
sake there might be

a reconciliation with his son.

And there's wasn't.

And when he died
and I found out what

Chillingham had done with the
money, well, that was too much.

That's why I wrote to you.

I hoped you'd do one last
thing for your father--

force Chillingham to
use the money the way

it was meant to be used.

I didn't want
Chillingham killed.

Inspector, who do you
think put the fraud

squad on to Chillingham?

Chief Inspector Hart.

Fred.

Walters, here.

HART (ON PHONE): Oh, hello.

That tip-off you had about the
Chillingham affair, remember?

Who was your source?

HART (ON PHONE): Well, I think
it was someone in his outfit--

No, I know all that--

HART (ON PHONE): Well,
it was his secretary,

I think, a Miss Tower.

I see.

HART (ON PHONE):
Anything else I can do?

No, thanks, Fred.

[chuckles]

Show Miss Tower out.

Well, I'll have my clothes
back now, if you don't mind,

Inspector.

Clever bastard, aren't you?

But this isn't
the end, Stamford.

Wherever you go, whatever you
do, I'm going to be there.

I'll find that
weapon and when I do,

we'll see who has
the last laugh.

Now get him out of my sight.

[door slams]

[knock]

Yeah?

You're never going
to believe this, sir.

WALTERS: What?

Well, you remember
last October, Stamford?

The one that got away?

What about him?

Found out how he
got rid of the gun.

And if you thought
for 2,000 years, sir,

you'd never come up with this.

Get on with it, Jack.

He did it, all right.

And there is absolutely
nothing we can do about it.

Well, see for yourself, sir.

That's right, sir.

Ate the evidence.

Gun, gloves-- swallowed the lot.

Burp.

Ha.

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