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(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Jenny breathing heavily)

- Soon have you up and about again, Mrs. Mansell.

You'll see.

- [Tony] Doctor.

- How long has she been like this?

- Well that's just it, no time at all.

We thought she had a feverish cold last night.

I slept in the spare room so as not to disturb her

and this morning she was like this.

What is it?

- Well it could be a virus, it could be a massive

nonspecific infection, but they don't fit the pattern.

Nothing fits the pattern.

Now her heart's failing.

- But Mrs. Mansell's always been so strong.

- She's dying.

Well what are you gonna do?

- May I use your phone?

I'll get her into an intensive care unit.

(Jenny breathing heavily)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Thank you, I'll hold on.

- Can they do any good?

- Well, she'll have a chance.

- No.

No.

No!

No!

(Jenny screams)

(ominous orchestral music)

- Jenny.

Jenny, darling.

- I'm sorry.

(disjointed orchestral music)

- [Tony] Mrs. Roberts.

It's been six months.

I really don't think my wife would've wanted this.

- Your breakfast is ready, sir.

- Now look, Mrs. Roberts.

- I was very fond of the mistress, sir.

- So was I.

- If it offends you, sir.

- No.

No, it doesn't offend me.

(wind whooshes)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Is everything all right, sir?

- You spoil me, Mrs. Roberts, you always do.

- It's what she would've wanted, sir.

There's something else she would've wanted, too, sir.

- Oh really, and what's that?

- She always said you were the kind of man

who needed a woman to look after him.

She'd have wanted you to marry again.

- Oh, but Mrs. Roberts,

the way you keep her bedroom, the flowers.

- That's my tribute.

It doesn't have to be yours.

- Modernmates, the scientific answer to loneliness.

Discreet introductions effected.

Complete psycho-physical matching.

(Tony chuckles)

- Liz, he is coming in this morning.

- He won't be a minute, Mr. Mathews.

Oh, get me the Matheson file, would you Suzy?

- Morning, Suzy.

Morning, Liz.

- Morning, Mr. Mansell. - Mr. Mansell.

- Get the Morgan contract out of that,

would you please, Liz?

- [Liz] Mr. Mathews is waiting for you.

- [Tony] Good.

- [George] My God, Tony.

- [Liz] Suzy

- Oh go on, you've got it worse than I have.

- No, Tony, we are in trouble.

Laker and Todd were buying heavily again yesterday.

- How many?

- Another 100,000 shares,

which means that with friends, associates, and nominees,

yes, they now have 23% of our equity.

Oh, there can be no doubt about it now,

they're planning to take us over.

- They've chosen their time.

(George scoffs)

Hiring margins going up.

New equipment coming in on the stream.

They wanna step in and take all the gravy.

- Right. - When's

our interim report due?

- Next week. - Take out

the profits forecast.

- Good. - We don't wanna

let the cat out of the bag too soon.

- [George] Oh, well we'll need the approvl

of the whole board for that.

- We'll get it.

- (chuckles) Yes, of course.

Now, how about circularizing the shareholders?

- No, it's too early.

Wait for Laker and Todd to make their move.

- Look, just a minute, Tony.

(typewriter clacking)

- Do you think Mr. Mansell knows?

- It doesn't show that badly,

but then he never will know, will he?

Unless you do something about it.

- [Liz] It's not that easy.

(typewriter clacking)

- Thought you said you were going to invite him

for a meal at your flat.

- I am going to.

- Well when?

- Soon.

(typewriter clacks)

(Suzy sniggers)

- Meantime I'll get on to the bank,

tell 'em we could be in for a fight.

- [Tony] Yes, do that.

- Right, I will.

- Liz, come in and take a letter, will ya, please?

Uh, no, on a second thought it's personal.

I'll write it myself.

- Oh, I see.

Um, I've confirmed your meeting with James Cotton at 11.

Bates is downstairs with the car.

- [Tony] Good.

That's all, thanks, Liz.

- He said it was personal, he'd do it himself.

- [Suzy] Well then?

- But I've always handled all his private correspondence.

- Liz, I'll go see Cotton now and then I'll go on to lunch.

I've left a letter in the out tray.

Mail it with the rest, will you, please?

- Yes, I will.

You won't forget the Morgan thing after lunch,

will you? - No.

- And you've got Pearson and Drew at three o'clock.

- Oh yes.

- And you promised to give Martin half an hour

sometime today.

- (laughs) My dear Liz, what would I do without you?

- [Suzy] That's what I say.

- Oh, Suzy.

(Suzy giggles)

(typewriter clacking)

- Now, Roland at the bank, he's phoning me here later

by the way, he thinks we could increase the

pre-tax cash flow by adjusting the depreciation charge,

so bringing the PE ratio down to 10.

Ah, he also said--

- [Tony] I wrote to a marriage bureau today.

- Yes, that we could make out a case for sh...

(laughs) You did what?

- I said I wrote to a marriage bureau today.

You know, man wishes to meet woman.

Object, matrimony. (chuckles)

- What on earth did you want to go

and do a thing like that for?

- I don't know really.

- At first I thought it was something

that Mrs. Roberts said, but I'm not so sure now.

- (chuckles) Well, you know what's gonna happen, don't you?

You'll get landed with some old trout

who'll look just like a giant anaconda.

(Tony chuckles)

Yeah, in a bad light.

(men laugh)

She'll follow you around--

(phone chirps)

Ah, that'll be Roland's now.

(phone chirps)

Hello?

(sultry music)

- [Clara] May I speak to Mr. Mansell, please?

- It's for you.

Wow.

(George laughs)

- Hello, Tony Mansell here.

- [Clara] My name is Clara Panton.

Modernmates gave me your name.

They seem to think that we might suit each other.

- Modernmates?

But I only wrote to them today.

- [Clara] The mail service can do miracles when it wants to.

No, Modernmates rang me this evening.

They seem to be quite excited

at the prospect of putting us together.

- Oh.

- Yes, well.

It'd be a pity to disappoint them, wouldn't it?

- [Clara] Just what I was thinking.

Why don't I drop by your office tomorrow, say, um, 12:30?

We could take a look at each other.

- [Tony] 12:30.

Um, yes, that'll be fine.

I look forward to seeing you.

- [Clara] I, too.

Goodnight, Mr. Mansell.

- Goodbye.

Giant anaconda?

- Up in the air.

But don't get too excited.

You know I had an uncle with a voice like that.

- George. - Hello.

- She said at the office.

- So?

- Well, I wrote on personal paper.

She doesn't know where the office is.

- Well I have a feeling that girl

knows everything she needs to know.

(chuckles) Yeah, and I'll tell you something else,

I am going to be there when she arrives.

(Tony laughs)

- He's been in a fantastic mood today.

Have you noticed?

I almost took a chance and asked him for more money.

- Yes, I had noticed.

- He's kind of all excited.

Hey, now's your chance.

Why don't you ask him to come for dinner?

- Devious child.

You go a long way.

- Well, you've always got to catch 'em

at their best, you know.

- I'm a devious female, too.

- You mean you're going to?

- Yes, just as soon as I fix this coffee.

- Well it's about time.

- [Liz] Ow!

- [Suzy] What's happened, Liz?

(coffee bubbling) - Ooh.

I don't know, the percolator suddenly boiled over.

- Here, keep the air off it.

I'll take you down to first aid.

- Oh. - You're not

gonna faint, are you?

- No. - Come on.

- [Liz] Didn't know it can make you feel giddy like that.

- [Suzy] Sure you're going to be okay?

- [Liz] Yes.

- [Clara] Mr. Mansell?

(suspenseful music)

- Is he expecting you?

- [Clara] Yes.

- Oh, I'll just buzz him through on the intercom.

- No, don't worry.

I'll surprise him.

- She will, too.

(door thuds)

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Think you can make it now.

- Yes.

- Ooh, ah, has there been, well has anyone,

has a girl--

- [Suzy] Snow White went thatta way.

(Clara and Tony laughing)

- Tony, about the board meeting.

Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were busy.

I'll, oh good heavens.

That's to say, um.

- George, I'd like you to meet Clara Panton.

Clara, this is my partner, George Mathews.

- How do you do, Mr. Mathews?

- [George] How do you do?

- Clara's the girl we were talking about.

You remember, the one from the agency?

- But we've met before surely.

Wasn't it you who answered the telephone last night?

- Yes it was.

Oh indeed.

(chuckles) Yes, indeed it was.

Well, good heavens.

What a remarkable ear you have, Ms. Panton.

- Yes, the one down by the river.

- [Tony] That's it, that's the one. (laughs)

- It's suddenly got rather cold in here, hasn't it?

Are you sure your central heating's on?

- Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm taking Ms. Panton out to lunch,

that is if you haven't got a previous engagement.

- Nothing that a few lies can't get me out of.

(Tony chuckles)

Oh, we'll meet again, Mr. Mathews, often.

- [George] Yes, goodbye, Ms. Panton.

Oh, Tony, you will be back in time

to meet the bank, won't you?

- Yes, bound to be.

If I'm not, stonewall them.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do that.

(Clara and Tony laughing)

- Mrs. Roberts. (laughs)

Clara. - I don't.

- (laughs) I promise you it's true.

Let me take your coat. (laughs)

Zzz. - Oh!

- Ah-ha, Mrs. Roberts.

I'm sorry I didn't let you know

that I wouldn't be back for dinner.

- I wondered, sir.

- But we would like to have coffee

in the den now, if you don't mind.

Oh, Mrs. Roberts, this is Clara Panton.

Clara, this is Mrs. Roberts, the finest housekeeper

in the Western Hemisphere.

- Hello, Mrs. Roberts.

- Pleased to meet you.

I'll get the coffee.

(Clara giggles)

- She's all right.

It's just that dour Scots blood.

(Clara and Tony laugh)

Here.

- Oh. - In here.

There we are.

- Ah.

- Well then.

How about a little brandy with your--

(ashtray breaking)

Oh.

(Clara and Tony laugh)

Oh, I don't mind.

It was a very ordinary ashtray. (laughs)

I was going to say (laughs)

how about a little brandy with your coffee?

- I shouldn't.

I feel guilty enough already.

- Guilty?

- Well I've monopolized you all day.

You haven't been back to your office.

You've missed your meeting with your bankers.

You've left heaven knows

how many tycoon-y problems unsolved.

- Nonsense, I'm the one who's been doing the monopolizing.

I just couldn't bear to let you go.

I thought you might disappear and never come back.

I don't want that.

I want to be able to know that I can turn around

and you'll be there.

- And so I am.

- (laughs) And so you are.

I want you to marry me.

- We've known each other one afternoon?

- How long does it take?

- And this, Mrs. Roberts.

And this.

I'm sorry.

I think I know how you feel.

But you see, now that my husband and I

will be using this room--

- A man should be married.

- I'm so glad you don't resent me.

Oh, well there's more, Mrs. Roberts.

Here.

And, uh...

I think you'd better clean out the rest of the drawers.

I cleaned out the master bedroom today.

- Oh did you?

- Mm.

What's the matter?

Those undertakers again?

(Tony laughs)

- Takeover merchants, not undertakers.

- Well. (Tony laughs)

- Although they might just as well be

from our point of view if they win.

- [Clara] Is it as bad as that?

- [Tony] Mm.

- No, wait,

wait, wait. - What?

What?

- I have a surprise for you.

I bought you a present today.

- Good gracious.

- Voila.

Voila.

- But why?

- To replace the one that broke.

- Well, it's much prettier than that one.

- Thank you.

Why don't you call a peace conference?

- A what?

- With those takeover merchants.

Invite them here to dinner, away from the city.

Try to find a middle way.

It's better than fighting them to a standstill.

- Well, it's worth a try I suppose.

But you haven't met them.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

- Here, they're late.

- [Clara] They're here.

- Well, I still think this is a mistake.

You can't talk to toughs like that.

- We'll see.

- Tony, George.

We'd heard that you'd had your proverbial luck, Tony.

How do you do, Mrs. Mansell?

- Clara, this is Mr. Laker.

- How do you do?

- And Mr. Todd.

- We didn't think it was as good as this.

- How do you do?

- Going to turn her loose on us, are you?

She might just do it, too.

- Would you like drinks first, gentlemen, or dinner?

- Let's eat.

- I'll take your coat.

- Thank you.

- This way, Laker.

- Todd.

(suspenseful music)

- So you see, all that Tony is asking

is for an agreed merger rather than a takeover.

Marriage rather than a battle.

Peace rather than war.

Doesn't that make sense?

- Well, if he'd put it like that.

Ben?

- No!

No, no, I'm sorry.

It wouldn't work.

Two men at the top is like two women in the kitchen.

We're in a winning position.

I don't see why we have to give anything away.

Here's our bid.

We're making it public tomorrow.

I'm afraid you haven't got a chance, I'm sorry.

It's a poor way to end a pleasant evening.

That's business.

Nothing personal.

- Very well.

- I'll get your coats.

- Thank you.

- Laker.

You realize we shall fight you right down the line.

(Mr. Laker scoffs)

Oh, it'll be a messy business.

Your track record's not the cleanest in the world.

- [Mr. Todd] We can look after ourselves.

We're big boys. - Don't be too sure of that.

- [Mr. Laker] We are sure.

- [Tony] Gentlemen, how about another glass of wine?

- [Mr. Laker] No thank you, we have a long drive.

(Tony sighs)

- I wish we hadn't tried.

It looks as if we've crawled now.

- (laughs) We haven't crawled, darling.

Don't worry.

It'll all come out our way.

You'll see.

It will come out our way, I know.

Wait.

There's something I've forgotten.

(ominous music)

Don't go away.

- I know I've seen this face somewhere before.

- I wish you'd seen it on me.

- I somehow associate it with school.

- (chuckles) She doesn't look much like a school marm.

- No, no it was a school visit.

Somewhere like the British Museum.

- Oh, Tony not in yet?

- [Liz] I'm expecting him any minute, Mr. Mathews.

- Right, I'll wait.

- [Liz] Would you like a coffee?

- Oh, no thanks, no thanks.

- [Tony] Suzy.

Morning, Liz. - Good morning, Mr. Mansell.

- Morning, George.

- Ah, Tony.

Have you heard the news?

- No, what?

- Laker and Todd crashed the Rolls

on their way back last night.

Burst into flames, they were both burned to death.

Which, although it's a terrible thing to say,

solves our little problem.

- Yes, it does, doesn't it?

What a horrible thing.

(ominous music)

- [Clara] It will come out our way, darling.

I know.

- Horrible, extraordinary thing.

- Well, no not really, not when you consider

how old Laker used to drive.

- No, I suppose you're right.

- Type these out, would you, Suzy?

They're rather urgent.

- [Suzy] Okay.

- Liz, if Jameson calls you deal with it.

You've got the details.

I'm just gonna have some lunch.

- Have a good...

(typewriter clacking)

(ominous music)

(glass breaking)

- Ouch. (hisses)

(typewriter clacking)

- Here comes the rushes truck.

I didn't have time to get any lunch.

Here, he did a rush job.

What are you up to anyway?

- Just an idea.

I'll let you know if it comes to anything.

- Welcome home, darling.

- [Tony] Just what I need.

- Come in, sit down.

Relax.

It's all over 'til tomorrow.

Heavy day?

- A bit spiky.

- There.

Is that better?

- Hm, yeah.

- (chuckles) Oh.

I can see little flecks of gray.

You're going to be very solemn when you're silver.

(Tony sighs)

You know, you mustn't feel guilty about Laker and Todd.

It's terrible, I know, but you've benefited.

I told you it'd all work out our way.

You didn't want it to happen.

- How did you know about him?

- Oh, it's in the newspaper, silly.

About the crash and the fire.

- Is it?

(suspenseful music)

(fire crackling)

- I think I'd better see Mrs. Roberts about dinner.

- Mm, I'll finish my drink

and then I think I'll have a bath.

- Yes, I'll run it for you.

- I didn't see it in the paper.

Clara.

Clara.

(light switch clicks)

- What are you looking for, darling?

- [Tony] Uh, nail clippers.

I don't seem to be able to find mine.

- They're in the drawer where you always keep them.

Yes.

- This glove, isn't it the one that Todd lost?

- Yes it is.

I found it in the hall.

Put it in the drawer for safekeeping.

But there doesn't seem to be much point now, does there?

- What's this?

- Oh, that's a pattern for a picnic rug.

You do like picnics, don't you?

We know so little about each other.

- Yes I do, I do like picnics.

- I adore picnics.

Dinner's ready.

That's what I came to tell you.

It's set up for you and a sinfully expensive bottle

of your favorite champagne.

- Will that be all, sir?

- Yes, thank you, Mrs. Roberts.

You may go to bed as soon as you're finished.

- [Tony] All right, Mrs. Roberts, thank you.

- (sighs) She doesn't like me.

- Nonsense.

She's just gotta get used to you.

There's something I've been meaning to say.

- [Clara] Hm?

- Modernmates never followed us up to see how we got on.

And another odd thing, they never sent a bill.

- Oh darling, do you mean to say

that you got me for nothing?

- That first day when you came to the office,

how did you know where it was?

I hadn't told you.

- (laughs) Darling, you're not just anyone.

I looked you up.

- But you phoned me at home.

I'm ex-directory.

- Didn't I tell you, darling?

I am a witch.

All women are.

(Tony laughs)

- [Tony] (inhales) Clara.

- [Clara] Hm?

- How did you know about Laker and Todd?

- (chuckles) I told you, silly, I read it in the newspaper.

- But it isn't in the paper, I looked.

- Well then I must've heard it on the radio.

(Tony grunts)

- What you were saying before.

- What was that?

- About not knowing anything about each other.

- That just makes it more exciting.

- Oh yes, I agree.

But little things like where you were born, brought up,

what you were like when you were a little girl.

- But you see, I was never a little girl.

I was born a woman.

My first conquest was the gynecologist who delivered me.

(Tony laughs)

Come.

(Tony and Clara laugh)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(alarm blaring)

- Ooh.

Certainly overdid the port last night.

Oh dear.

I'm as weak as a kitten.

- That's not port, my boy.

That's flu.

You'd better get back into bed.

- Yes, I think I will.

- [Clara] I'll ring the office and tell them.

Even tycoons get flu, you know.

- Thank you.

- Tony here?

- I'm afraid not, Mr. Mathews.

That was his wife on the phone.

He's staying in bed today, touch of flu.

- (laughs) Wife like that, wouldn't take flu

to keep me in bed, would it? (laughs)

Yes, well, I'll just grab the Wilson file.

Better get on with it myself.

- I think this is what you want, Mr. Mathews.

- Oh, thank you.

And she's gorgeous, isn't she?

- Where did he meet her?

- Ah, now why do you want to know?

Got in your way, has she?

- What?

No, just curious, that's all.

- Oh, come off it, Liz.

I've seen the way you look at him.

- I enjoy working with him, that's all.

- (chuckles) No, won't do.

Maybe I'm not too hot with the ladies myself,

but I have got a good eye.

Never wrong about that sort of thing.

- Well I admit that I like him.

- Like him? Ha!

Liz.

Of course you do, he's a very likable fellow.

Well now, if you really must know,

he met her through a lonely hearts club in The Times.

Yes, Modernmates or something.

- [Clara] Here, darling.

- No, I'm sorry, I couldn't.

- Oh, I know.

I can never touch a thing when I have flu.

Perhaps we can tempt you with something a little later.

Thank you, Mrs. Roberts.

Now, let's lift you up

and get these better.

Now,

try to get a little sleep.

(Tony grunts)

- You should get the doctor.

- I don't think so, Mrs. Roberts.

He'll be all right tomorrow.

- He'll not be all right.

He's been getting worse all afternoon.

- You know how he hates a fuss.

I think I'll wait until tomorrow.

- I'm going to see Dr. Paterson myself in half an hour.

I'll mention it to him if you like.

- Oh, that would be kind.

You really do look after us so well, Mrs. Roberts.

Ah, what a lovely, beautiful hair.

Hm.

(soft suspenseful music)

(cat meows)

(tires screech)

(car thuds)

(doorbell rings)

- I'm so sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Mansell,

but there are some papers Mr. Mansell should sign.

I could still catch the eight o'clock post.

- Oh, you're the secretary.

- Yes.

- I see.

Well I'm afraid he can't be disturbed.

- Well it really is very important.

If he doesn't sign it could cost the company a lot of money.

About 100,000 pounds, in fact.

- Oh, well if it's as important as that.

But only two minutes remember.

Let me take your things.

Here we are.

I'm all alone this afternoon.

Mrs. Roberts was knocked down by a car

as she left the house this evening.

- Oh dear.

Is she badly hurt?

- Well, they're hoping that it's done just a concussion,

but she hasn't regained consciousness yet.

Won't you come this way?

- [Liz] Thank you.

- Darling, your secretary's here.

I told her she mustn't stay long.

- Ah Liz, how nice.

- It's the Selby deal, Mr. Mansell.

We have to exchange.

It just needs your signature.

- Only two minutes, remember!

- I promise.

- Give me the pen and guide my feeble hand.

(ominous music)

- [Clara] All signed?

- He needs a doctor, Mrs. Mansell.

- Yes, I know, but he hates a fuss.

He won't let a doctor near him.

- Well I've just managed to persuade him

to call Dr. Paterson.

He'll be around first thing in the morning.

- Oh, what a clever girl.

I always say that a secretary can do more

with a man than his wife.

- Thank you.

My apologies once again.

I do hope Mr. Mansell's better tomorrow.

- Yes.

- Oh dear, I seem to be missing a glove.

- Let's see.

- Oh, there it is.

- Oh.

There you are.

- Thank you.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)

- That's the lot now.

Going back over the last month's.

- Oh bless you, Suzy.

- If you'd tell me what you're looking for I could help.

- Thank you, Suzy, but I don't want you to get involved.

- Tony in?

- [Liz] No, he's still in bed.

The doctor should be with him now.

- Get involved in what?

- It's puzzling.

It's almost the same pattern as the first Mrs. Mansell.

There's nothing organically wrong and yet...

- [Liz] Ah, Modernmates.

- [Dr. Paterson] I take it you have no objection.

- [Clara] Hm?

- [Dr. Paterson] A second opinion.

- Oh yes, of course.

Whatever you think best, Doctor.

Goodbye.

(Tony wheezing)

- What's the old quack say?

- He says you have some new strain of flu

and that you're to stay in bed and do as you're told.

(Tony grunting)

(typewriter clacking)

- [Suzy] Hey, where are you going this time of day?

Have you got a date?

(typewriter clacking)

- Suzy, you used to work in a newspaper office.

How do I get an address from an advertisement box number?

- It can't be done, not legally.

- Illegally then.

- Don't tell anyone that I told you.

- Well, just popped in to see how the patient was doing.

(chuckles) Yeah, and if you ask me

I think you're having us on,

just wanted a couple of days in bed.

Yes, and next week is my turn.

- George, the Morgan deal.

- Ah now, everything's under control.

Good Lord, you're not indispensable you know.

Yeah, well, nice to see you, squire.

Expect ya back next week.

- I'll bring you some soup later on.

(Tony grunting)

- I've never seen anything like it.

I mean, he's never been ill in his life before

and look at the state he's in now after a day and a half?

- The doctor's arranged for a second opinion.

- Second opinion?

He's going to need more than opinions.

- If anything did happen, George,

you'd be head of the company, wouldn't you?

- Yes, well, let's hope nothing does.

(ominous music)

- Here we are, miss, this is it.

Here I didn't know she was thinkin' of letting it.

Didn't tell me nothin'.

- Um, this is all there is?

- Yes, well it's not much as you can see, miss.

Hey, you know, it always beats me

why she don't get herself a better place.

Not that she can't afford it, you know,

with all that money.

- She's rich then?

- Well it stands to reason, doesn't it?

Widowed a couple of times or more,

all of 'em wealthy men. (laughs)

Oh blimey.

- [Liz] Are you sure?

- So they say, miss.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Well thank you, miss.

- More papers to sign?

You are a busy girl.

- It's a busy time for us.

- Well I'll go and see, but I don't think I can.

He was asleep just a few moments ago

and I don't want to disturb him.

Oh, just leave your things.

You can wait down there.

No!

No, I'm afraid he's fast asleep.

Oh, leave the papers.

I'll have him look at them when he wakes up.

- [Liz] It's all right, I'll come back tomorrow.

- Such a long journey.

Would you like a drink before you go?

- No thank you, I'm driving.

- Ah.

- What did the doctor say?

- Liz. (breathing raggedly)

- [Clara] Oh, he said it's some new 48 hour bug.

It'll run its course.

- [Liz] I do hope he's better tomorrow.

- [Clara] Yes.

- Liz. (grunts)

- Why don't you telephone before you come next time.

It might save you a journey.

- Oh, I don't mind.

I shall keep on coming until I see him.

- Just as you wish.

- [Liz] Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(ominous music)

(Liz grunts)

(Liz grunting)

(Liz sighs)

(Liz grunting)

(engine rumbles)

(Tony breathing raggedly)

- Was that Liz?

- [Clara] Yes, darling.

I sent her away.

- What did she want?

- [Clara] Nothing for you to worry about.

- I want to see her.

- [Clara] You shall do, darling,

just as soon as you're better.

- When is the doctor coming again?

- [Clara] Tomorrow, he'll be coming tomorrow.

- Oh.

- Someone's got to.

- Yes, of course.

Anything you need?

Mr. Mathews?

- [George] Hm?

- It's about Mr. Mansell's wife.

- What about Clara?

- Well, how much do you know about her?

How much did Mr. Mansell know about her before they married?

- I don't care how much he knew about her.

It's none of my business.

And I might suggest it's none of yours either.

- I think it has to be our business.

There are certain things, things that have happened,

things that I've found out.

- I don't wish to know what you've found out.

Now if you've been grubbing about in her past

hoping to find something that might damage her--

- [Liz] I haven't, it's not like that.

- Ho ho ho ho ho, I know what you women are like

when someone else has grabbed the prize

from under your nose.

- Please, I've got someone coming this evening.

All I want you to do is have a word with him.

- I will do no such thing.

God, some grubby little private detective you've had--

- No, it's nothing like that.

He's a professor. - Now listen to me.

- The British Museum put me onto him.

- I said listen to me.

I don't know what you're up to and I don't care,

but I shall report your behavior to Tony

as soon as he's back.

Now you'd better start looking for a new job.

- Have you been talking to Mrs. Mansell?

(ominous music)

- Get out!

Now.

(Tony wheezing)

(Tony whimpering)

(Tony wheezing)

(typewriter clacking)

(twinkling eerie music)

- Liz, there's a Mr. Pritchard to see you.

- [Liz] Did you find...

- This is the likeness of the creature in question

which you gave me,

and this is a 16th century wood cut

of Carla, the Witch of Crampton.

You see?

Carla, Clara?

The transposed letters?

They do that very often, it amuses them.

- But this is the one.

This is the picture I remembered from school.

I saw it in an old book in the British Museum that time

but I couldn't remember the title.

- You saw it in a book, hm?

But this is the original, taken from the life

at the start of her career.

Well that makes it potent, very, very potent.

(Tony wheezing)

- Clara, I don't think we should--

- I knew you'd come.

- But I didn't intend to.

I set out from the office...

I don't know what I'm doing here even now.

- Come.

I want to talk to you.

(suspenseful music)

(Tony wheezing)

- Tony?

- He's got to help us.

- How can he help us?

Look at him, he's dying.

She's killed him.

- He's got to help us to help him.

Fetish.

It must be somewhere near at hand.

- Fetish?

Yes, the image she's made of him, the killing image.

It must be near to work so fast.

- [Liz] Mr. Mansell.

Tony.

Dear Tony.

(Tony grunting)

- Liz.

Good ol' Liz.

I knew you'd come.

- Tony, listen, don't talk.

Clara's what they used to call a witch.

She killed your wife and Laker and Todd.

Now she's killing you.

She's done it before.

She's been doing it a long, long time.

- The fetish, ask him about the fetish.

- Tony, listen to me.

Did you see Clara bring anything in here?

A sort of...

- Image, a little figure, probably made of wax.

- We've got to call a doctor.

- Doctor's can't help.

Mr. Mansell, when the creature's been in here,

has she seemed to stay close to anything?

Is there something she seemed drawn to?

(Tony grunting)

(ominous music)

Oh, it's a beauty.

A real little beauty.

If a doctor were here now he'd go quietly out of his mind,

unless of course he'd been with me in Africa.

- [Clara] There's no need to have a conscience.

I'm not saying anything will happen.

I'm only saying if.

(suspenseful music)

Not as though you're being disloyal.

- Well there's nothing she can do to me now,

now that we know and you found that thing.

- But indeed there is.

The creature still has tremendous power.

If she found out that we were onto her,

her vengeance would be incalculable.

True, she would have to abandon all subtlety,

but she could destroy us all.

- What do we do?

- We must destroy her.

- Loyalty!

Disloyalty.

The fuss you all make about words!

Words!

The only thing is to survive.

To survive!

When will you people learn this?

- [George] My dear, are you all right?

- Yes.

Yes.

Would you excuse me a minute?

There is something I must do.

- This, taken from the life at the beginning,

this is what makes her vulnerable.

The knowledge that it existed somewhere

must have given her nightmares.

Now, something of hers.

- There's a whole wardrobe here.

- No, it must be something closer to home than that,

more personal, something of the creature's substance.

(suspenseful music)

No.

No, no.

There isn't much time.

Yes.

Not the brush, the hair.

- He shall know what it is to cross me.

No.

No.

(fire crackling)

(ominous music)

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

(fire crackling)

(dramatic music)

(soft orchestral music)