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(bright tone)

(dramatic music)

- Steve. - Yes.

- Darling.

- I'm running a bath for you.

- You're too thoughtful.

- I won't be a moment.

- You don't have to go out.

- No.

Everybody's entitled to a little privacy once in a while.

- Ah.

- Especially an old married couple like us.

- You're beautiful.

- You're not supposed to say that to a man.

Beautiful. - Handsome then

like a Greek god, like an Adonis.

- I like to keep fit it's important.

Besides today is the day.

- What day, dear?

- We've been married five weeks exactly.

- I know.

Still it's hardly the time for an anniversary.

- It's the time I planned.

- What do you mean, dear?

- I told you about when I was in the merchant navy

working the ships.

- Yes, darling.

I know you don't like talking about it,

that terrible accident you had in Canada.

- I was pushed.

I know I was pushed.

Jealousy.

If it been into the water, I'd have had a chance.

I understand water.

It was the dock, the hard stony dock.

- Oh, darling. - Oh, I've got

bad memories and a silver plate in my skull.

But I saw the world, the riches of the world,

and it did teach me one thing.

There was a big China man, a sea cook.

His body all going to flab,

but he did teach me one thing.

Pressure points.

No force.

No bruise to betray you afterwards.

But the right place and gentle pressure

and you go out like a light.

(suspenseful music)

(gown ripping)

(soft chuckling)

Do you really think I could fall for someone like you,

all flab and indulgences?

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

This is kind of morbid, isn't it, Mr. Mason?

- It's hard to believe she drowned in there.

Such a tiny space to drown in.

- Some kind of seizure.

- No.

- What?

Well, you heard the coroner.

- Oh, yes, I heard him.

But I didn't believe him.

I think you murdered her.

Yes.

I think you murdered, Mrs. Jameson.

- I'm sure you being a lawyer

I don't need to remind you--

- The law of slander.

Oh, yes, the police warned me about that.

- You told them that.

What did they say?

- They said

they'd no evidence to suggest

it was not an unfortunate accident.

- Well, then. - But I still

think you murdered her.

- I don't think I care what you think, Mr. Mason.

- A lonely woman

pass the marrying age and then you.

Oh, yes, you did it.

- It was an accident.

There's nothing you can do but read the will.

- Yes.

- Not that you have to.

She left everything to me, didn't she?

What are you staring at?

- You.

I'm gonna remember your face, Mr. Jameson.

I'm never going to forget your face.

(soft chuckling)

(dramatic music)

- I really would like to store these away, Mr. Mason.

I need the space.

These I told you about them over a month ago.

- Connie, I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Just a few old papers we found

when we sold off Mrs. Jameson's effects.

Nothing valuable. But you said to hold on to them

in case her husband did come back and claim them.

- Jameson.

- I don't think he will be coming back, do you?

After all, she's been dead a year at least, hasn't she?

- Longer than that, 14 months.

As you say, there's nothing valuable.

No, he went be coming back.

Yes, alright, Connie you can put 'em in the archives.

- Thanks, Mr. Mason.

- No, I'll keep this.

(dramatic music)

- Bathroom's through here.

- Right.

Thank you.

Have them send up a bottle of champagne, would you?

- Yes, thanks, Mr. Tully

- And ice water for me.

- Yes, sir.

Mrs. Tully.

- Iced water?

Oh, Tony, I should've thought on our honeymoon

just one glass of champagne.

- I have to keep fit, stay in trim for you, darling.

Besides I like water it's cleansing.

Now what do you want to do a show, shopping, see the town?

- I think the first thing to do

is to have a bath and get changed.

- Right.

- Then I really must write to my family.

- Family?

- Well, what little family I have.

I told you, darling.

- Oh, yes, but that can wait a while, can't it?

- Yes.

I suppose it can.

- Goodnight, Mr. Mason.

Don't work too late.

- No, I won't, Connie, goodnight.

(dramatic music)

(water splashing)

- Morning, darling.

(soft gasping)

- I suppose I should get used to it eventually.

- What's that?

- Well, this powerhouse stuff so early in the morning.

- I like to keep in trim. - Keep in trim.

- Anyway you may not have to get used to it.

- Oh, what do you mean?

- You may not be around that long.

- Sorry, darling, I just don't know

what you're talking about.

- Come on, darling, your bath's running.

- What's the rush?

Of course, I forgot.

The honeymoon's over, isn't it.

It's back to domesticity today.

These past two weeks have flown by, haven't they, darling?

- Like you said, "The honeymoon's over."

(dramatic music)

(woman singing softly)

(suspenseful music)

(water splashing)

- Connie, will you get me the Stukley Hotel Devonshire.

I want to speak to the manager.

- You shouldn't be working through your lunch.

- Oh, it's not working it's strictly personal.

- Stukley Hotel.

- Uh-huh, try directories.

I wanted some information about the Tully's.

Yes, yes, the poor woman.

But it's Mr. Tully that I'm interested in.

Could you describe him to me?

Well, you see he might be an old friend of mine,

in which case I'd want to offer my sympathy, you understand?

Yes.

Medium height, yes.

Athletic.

The sort of man who might work at keeping himself fit.

Yes.

I see and his appearance?

Dark.

Like any type of business man.

I see.

No, no it doesn't sound like my friend.

But thank you so much for all your help.

Yes, thank you, goodbye.

(door squeaking open)

- Should I get some more coffee?

Coffee? - You dye

your hair, don't you?

- Dye my hair, of course not.

Well, I do just touch in the highlights, that's all.

- So simple.

(dramatic music)

- You're way off bead.

You're getting far to imaginative, Oliver.

There is no connection between Mrs. Jameson and Mrs. Tully.

- Expect both were newly married

and both ended up dead in a bath.

- Yes, that's an unhappy coincidence.

- [Oliver] Too much of a coincidence for me.

- Oliver, I did do as you asked.

I got in touch with the Devonshire Police.

They are satisfied that Mrs. Tully died

accidentally in her bath and so is the coroner, all right.

Mrs. Tully is now buried.

- And so is Mrs. Jameson.

- Yeah, well, of course I didn't leave it there.

I did ask about Mr. Tully as well.

Got a full description.

He didn't resemble Jameson at all.

- Expect both were athletic men.

- Anyway, as far as I can ascertain,

Jameson left the country.

- As far as you can ascertain.

- Oliver, drop it.

- Yes, I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, Quilly.

Because if there is a connection it means you would

have to admit you were wrong about Mrs. Jameson.

You would have to reopened case.

- Yes, that would be inconvenient I don't deny it.

But it's not going to happen.

I've been on the force a long time.

I haven't made mistake yet.

- Yet.

- You're beginning to sound like an echo.

Thank you for the Sherry.

I must be off.

- Do me one favor.

I would like to know more about this man Tully.

You know, what sort of a chap he was,

how he met his wife, who'd know?

- Well, I don't know her family maybe her next of kin.

- Can you put me in touch with them strictly off the record?

- Alright, I'll see what I can do.

- Thanks.

- [Quilly] Goodbye, Connie.

- Bye.

(birds chirping)

(soft music)

- Morning, Freddy.

- Morning, Mr. Walker.

My you start early, sir.

- I have to keep fit, Freddy.

Stay in trim, eh.

The usual make it tall and cool.

- I'll tell ya someone who looks like you, Mr. Walker

have no right in a place like this.

It demoralizes the others.

Now, there's another one that's gonna

lower the morale around here.

- Good morning.

Could I have a dry Sherry, please.

- One dry Sherry, miss, certainly.

Don't worry, miss, it's not you you're not seeing things.

It's on account of being oldie

worldly outside and modern inside.

Everybody does a double take when they come in here.

- It was the fire.

They guttered the whole interior,

but left the main fabric standing,

so they refurbished isn't that right, Freddy?

- [Freddy] That's right, Mr. Walker.

- Thank you.

- Not a regular?

- Day tripper I suppose she just popped in

for a sauna or a massage.

- I'll have to work fast then.

- You fancy your chances there, Mr. Walker?

- I fancy her.

My chances we'll have to see.

This one's strictly for pleasure.

You don't mind my sitting here, do you?

- Not at all.

- It erodes the body, you know?

Hard liquor

breaks down the tissues, dulls the brain

eventually destroys the liver and kidneys.

- This glass of Sherry's got a lot to live up to.

- I'm sorry I was employing shock tactics

to get through to you, so I could talk to you.

- Do you need to talk to me?

- Well, need might be a bit strong, but I'd like to.

- You don't look like the sort of man who has to be lonely.

- Oh, but I am, I really am

on account of I'm so shy.

I'm Mark, Mark Walker.

I'm a talk to strange pretty girl's addict.

- Stella McKenzie.

- McKenzie.

That's as good old Gaelic name.

It explains an awful lot, everything.

- Explains?

- Well, the way you look cool, superb.

Only girls with a Gaelic in them have your kind of beauty.

- Speed you move, Mr. Walker

you should change your name to sprinter.

- It's all talk I promise.

You can relax and feel completely safe with me.

- I'm not sure any girl should relax with you, Mr. Walker.

- Oh, no, let's drop the mister.

Mark and you're Stella right?

You know this is going to sound the corniest question ever,

but do you come here often?

- No, it was the first time in fact.

I've just rented a cottage nearby.

I thought I'd pamper myself today, sauna and massage.

- You live nearby?

- Yes, about a mile of two.

- That's great.

And I see no rings on your finger that's greater still.

Well, I'm staying here for vacation,

a well-earned rest after,

well, a lot of work.

You were right the first time.

I do need to talk to someone.

You see, once in a while I get a reaction.

- A reaction.

- Not what you're thinking.

I was in the merchant navy.

It was not a good scene for me.

I had an accident,

a bad accident,

and you may not believe this

but I get withdrawn,

introverted inside myself.

Doctors say it isn't healthy

even this keep fit kick of mine

it's part of the syndrome.

- You're so surprised you came out of the accident alive.

You're working to preserve life, to hold onto it.

- You understand that?

- It's not so complicated.

- Stella, when I would come over here to talk with you,

I had in mind the full treatment.

I was gonna make a pass,

but now I'd like to know you,

I mean really.

Will you have dinner with me tonight?

- I'm not sure if the last self-revelation bit

isn't just a part of your technique, Mr. Walker.

- I swear to you. - But yes.

I think I would like to have dinner with you tonight.

- Great.

Where shall I pick you up?

- Why don't we meet here I'll be in the area anyway.

- Whatever you say.

- About 8:30 then?

- I'll be waiting.

- Mark.

Goodnight.

- Strictly for pleasure.

- Good luck, Mr. Walker.

(dramatic music)

Well, don't worry, sir, it's not you.

You're not seeing things. It's on account of being oldie

worldly outside and modern inside.

Everybody does a double take soon as they walk in.

It was a fire guttered the place completely.

Can I help you?

- I hope you're not going to be neurotic about it.

I'm all of five minutes late.

- Come on let's go.

- I thought we were dinning here.

- Oh, no, no it's too crowded.

We can do better.

(tense music)

- It was a marvelous dinner.

Come in.

I talked so much tonight

that I forgot mention the most vital part of my life.

I'm a stage designer.

Not important, but I wouldn't do anything else.

Would you like a nightcap?

I think that I can rustle up some orange juice

or at least some iced water.

- A scotch will do fine.

- Isn't that going to erode your body?

- (chuckling) I drink once in a while,

just once in a while.

- Music doesn't erode the mind, does it?

Another vital thing that I forgot to mention.

I'm not in the habit of inviting men back

not after the very first date.

- But you trust me?

- No, I'm worried about you.

I thought that I was supposed to de-introvert you.

(soft music)

(liquid pouring)

But you've hardly said a word all evening.

What happened to the man that I met earlier today?

Did he run out of conversation

or is he worried about something?

- Worried, of course not.

Thoughtful though. - And far away.

I got the impression that you were

thinking about something else, someone else.

- What gave you that idea?

- You did.

- You're right, Stella, I was far away.

Problems, business.

- Is that the once in a while?

You drink when you're under stress.

- Maybe.

Un-stress me.

- You really shouldn't drink, Mr. Walker.

It goes straight to your head and to your hands.

- Stella.

- I think it's goodnight time.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- I'll be here.

- There we are then, sir, there you go.

Goodnight, Mr. Walker.

- Goodnight.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(soft gasping)

(gentle music)

(soft bang)

(telephone ringing)

- Hello.

Who?

Mr. Mason.

He's dead.

Mr. Mason was found drowned this morning.

Suicide.

(soft music)

(soft chuckling)

- [Stella] You're in a better mood today.

- I'm changeable.

Besides I forgot to tell you,

but yesterday I had some bad news.

But it turned out to be good news how about that?

- That's life?

- Yeah, life.

Anyway how about a swim?

- [Stella] A swim?

- Yes, you do swim, don't you?

- Well, I'm not the greatest,

but push me in at the deep end at least I won't drown.

- Drown.

You won't drown.

I wouldn't let you drown.

Not you.

Come on the hotel pool is empty this time of day.

We could go there stay

over for lunch. - I'm sorry, Mark.

I've got to go into town.

I'm a working girl, remember.

How about tonight?

Why don't you come over later on.

- I'm disappointed.

I'll be awfully lonely until tonight.

- Oh, I'm sure you'll find some thing

or someone to occupy you.

(boisterous laughter)

- Oh, Freddy love, you're something else.

You don't mind me calling you Freddy, do ya?

- You can call me what you like, Mrs. Ludlow.

- Alright, Mr. What You Like, let's have another.

- Right. - And I bet

you know what you like, eh, eh?

Forget the Mrs. Ludlow.

Angie, everyone calls me Angie.

Have one yourself, love.

- Thank you, are you staying in the hotel, Mrs. Angie?

- Oh, Mrs. Angie I like that.

No, love.

I've no need.

Me first husband always said

there's some men what like some meat on the bone.

You know, something to grab a hold of,

and the others, well, they can

date a broom stick if they want.

- Cheers.

- Cheers, love.

No, I'm here I'm looking for a house to rent,

to stay in while I look for a house to buy if you follow me.

I've got a list of cottages to have a peep at.

Later on. There let's have another.

- Right.

- Usual, Freddy.

- Right, Mr. Walker.

(soft music)

- Thanks.

- Well, don't mention it, love.

I don't suppose you approve of this

hard liquor?

- As a matter of fact...

I think it's all a question of personal taste.

- I've got that alright, taste.

The taste for it.

I'm Angela, Angela Ludlow.

- How do you do? - You don't mind me

talking to you, do ya?

Everyone else around here seems stuffy, reserved.

Hard to get to know, not me

not Angie I'm easy to get to know.

I didn't catch your name.

- Mark Walker.

- Oh, what you doing here, Mark?

You don't look like you need this place.

- Well, kind of vacation

chance to sit back and relax.

- Between jobs, are ya?

- You could say that.

- Me husband always said,

"A man needs to unwind once in a while."

Always said it he never took his own advice.

He dropped dead in the street one day.

- I'm sorry.

- No need to be, love.

That was me first husband.

I've married again since then.

- Oh, good.

- For me, not him.

He was killed in a car accident a year ago (chuckling).

I'm beginning to think I'm a bit of a jinx.

I can't hold a man.

I'm surprised the police don't investigate me.

- The police?

- Two husband in the space of four years both dead

and both left their loot to me.

- They left you comfortably off then.

- More than that, love.

Rich.

Stinking.

And lonely.

Oh, well, let's have another.

- Here we go again.

- [Angie] Freddy, you are talented.

- [Freddy] Thank you.

- What do you mean lonely?

You must have friends, relatives.

- Well, lots of both once upon a time.

All the way, love.

But I was born humble, you see.

I married above me class.

Friends and relatives I left them behind,

and they don't forgive you for that.

Not that I haven't tried.

I have lots of times, but you know

they look at you suspicious.

You give them a present they think it's charity.

No, I gave 'em up a long time ago.

Trouble is I'm still humble.

Means I don't fit in with me husband's friends either,

and that's what leaves you lonely.

That's why I'm here looking for a house to buy.

Seems like it might be a friendly county.

- I don't see why you should be lonely.

Good looking woman like you.

(telephone ringing)

(soft music)

- Hello.

- [Mark] Stella, Mark.

- Oh, Mark, I'm not halfway ready yet

having just got back from town.

- That's why I'm culling you I can't make it tonight.

Something came up, a business deal.

Could I take a rain check on tonight and call you tomorrow?

- Yes.

Yes, of course.

- [Mark] Thanks, and I'm sorry.

I was looking forward to having dinner with you.

- Oh, don't think about it.

I hope it goes well.

- Eh?

- [Stella] The business deal.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

(soft music)

(footsteps approaching)

(car horn honking)

- If it's in the way, love, can you park it?

Sorry I'm late, love.

- Don't worry about it.

Would you like a drink?

- I'd love one.

- Gin and tonic, Freddy, and the usual.

- I found what I was looking for anyway

after looking at what must be 400 places.

A cottage not far away, not big, not small

just enough for little me.

I dumped me suitcase there, and then it's mine

until I can find somewhere better to buy.

- Great, never mind about those other drinks, Freddy.

Champagne.

We ought to celebrate.

- We?

You're moving a bit fast, aren't you Mark?

I warn you I'm eager, but I'm not that eager.

I don't know enough about you yet.

I've been around, love, don't you forget it.

Two husbands dead and buried,

and I have met fortune hunters before, remember.

- And remember you approached me.

- That's right.

That's in your favor.

All the same I need to know

a whole lot more about you.

- I can stand any close survey.

- Yes.

Yes.

Well, what do you think of it?

It'll do till I find something better, don't you think?

- It looks nice, cozy.

All suite, cozy main room.

I suppose the kitchen's through there.

- That's right.

- Dining room.

And upstairs?

- Naughty, naughty, naughty.

There's two bedrooms.

One small and one big.

Enough for me don't you think?

More than enough for me.

- And the bathroom.

- Bathroom, I'm not a peasant, you know.

Of course, there's a bathroom.

- I know but these old places they sometimes

put the bathrooms in as an after thought

one of these space saving baths.

- Not this one, love.

It's old, Victorian.

You could drown in it.

- That's fine.

- [Stella] Come in.

- You've got good ears.

Good everything.

- [Stella] Hello, Mark.

- Where did you get to last night?

- Nowhere.

- What?

But I called here after my business deal.

I rang the bell for ages nobody answered.

- Oh, was that you?

- You heard me.

- From the security of my little bed,

I heard the bell, yes.

I'm not in the habit of answering late callers, Mark.

- Okay, that's fair.

- But I have left today free for lunch.

- Fine.

- Well, I'll come over to the hotel, shall I?

- No.

Not the hotel.

I see enough of that place.

I was hoping you'd invite me here, home cooking.

- If that's what you want.

- [Mark] That's what I want.

- He shouldn't have done it.

- Tell me, what was he doing in that part of the world?

Did he tell you?

- No.

- No one invited him down there?

- No, but he did have a couple of calls

on his private line the day before

and on one of them he shut the door on me.

- Oh.

He was a good man.

- The very best.

Why on Earth would he do that?

- What?

He wasn't a doodler.

- May I?

(dramatic music)

- Now.

It had to be now.

I was thinking a loud, Stella.

I'm a funny fellow.

I lead a funny life.

All this time I've been chasing after rainbows,

and now suddenly I find a girl I want to know,

want to love, and been busy.

- Am I so demanding?

- Not at all that's what makes you so different.

I find you attractive because of what you are.

If you were a pauper or a millionaires,

it wanna make any difference to me.

- That's a funny thing to say.

- I've told you I'm a funny fellow.

Stella, I can't see you tonight.

- More business.

- Yes.

It's the last time I promise myself.

I promise you it's the very last time.

I've everything I need except you.

- You're not making sense.

- For a week or two, maybe a month I won't.

I doubt whether I'll see you as often as I want.

I may even have to go away for a while,

only a little while,

but I don't want to lose this contact.

- You won't.

- But this business deal I'm cooking

will make me rich, richer,

but it means moving about

maybe not even keeping in touch.

You'll have to trust me, Stella.

(hysterical laughter)

- Oh, marvelous evening, love.

Marvelous.

And a marvelous dinner, love.

What now, Mark.

Oh, champagne.

- It's all been arranged.

But not here.

Your place.

- Oh.

You are a darling.

You are an absolute darling.

- I'm more than that.

I'm serious.

- Oh.

Mark.

But this must have cost a

left sleeve. - A small fortune.

That my bonafide did. - Your bone a what?

- My credentials, evidence of my good intentions,

my honorable status.

Ever know a fortune hunter give away a fortune?

- Mark.

- I can match you share for share.

- Yes, but, why would you?

- Because

I think I'll falling in love with you.

- [Stella] Froth or Thunder?

- [Mark] Huh?

- I'm trying to match your mood.

Definitely, Wagnerian I should think.

Is business not going so well?

- On the contrary couldn't be better.

- Then my first thought was the right one.

Froth.

Do you still have to go away?

- 'Fraid so for a week or two though.

- When are you leaving?

- Soon in a day or two maybe.

- This is just in time then.

- Hey,

I thought you did theater design.

- I'm good at faces too.

Handsome ones.

Wouldn't it be disastrous if I fell for you?

- Be inevitable.

After all, I'm a notorious lady killer.

- There you go.

- Mrs. Ludlow not around yet then.

- If she was you would've heard her by now, wouldn't ya?

- Yes, I suppose so.

Orange juice.

- Right.

Oh, by the way another one just phoned.

- Another one?

- Another woman.

- Who?

- Didn't give her name a minute or so ago.

I had the call transformed to your room.

You must have been on the way down.

- What did she want?

- Just asked for you, no message except say, "She'd see ya."

- When? Where?

Did she say she was coming here?

- No, nothing not at all just, "Tell him I'll see him."

- She could be meaning to come here.

- That could be inconvenient.

(soft music)

Very inconvenient.

(telephone ringing)

(soft music)

- I'm not there, love.

I'm here.

Well, it was me you were calling, wasn't it?

- Yes, yes it was you.

- I'm late again.

I ought to take lessons in punctuality.

Come on let's have a drink.

- Have one when we get to the restaurant?

- When, aren't we eating here then?

- I found a new place down by the river.

- Oh, he's come over.

Oh, Masterful Freddy,

I have no time for a drink.

- It's six paces to the door.

You can manage it in four (squealing).

(loud chuckling)

- Oh, you are a scream, Freddy.

If you weren't married, I'd take you home with me.

- If were married I'd be already there waiting.

- Well, it's down to the river,

and then back to my place, eh?

- Whatever you say.

- I'll show you that jewelry of mine

you were so interested in.

It'll make a change from it anyway.

Come on.

Goodnight then, Freddy.

- [Freddy] Goodnight.

- What jewelry I didn't ask to see any jewelry.

- Oh, wasn't that you.

I thought it was.

I think I must be a little bit tittle.

You won't take advantage of me, will ya?

Will ya?

(hysterical laughter)

Oh, what an evening.

What an evening.

I haven't laughed so much in years.

- I noticed. - What you said

about (laughing)...

You know I think I've sobered up.

Amazing, isn't it?

How you can sober up if you want to

not unless I want to.

- I'd rather you stayed sober.

I have something to discuss.

- Oh, come on, love.

Don't get serious.

Leave it till tomorrow.

- This affects tomorrow, all our tomorrows.

Angie, I said I thought I was falling in love with you.

Now I know.

I want you to marry me.

(soft sobbing)

- Mark.

Old me marry again.

- [Mark] Third time lucky.

- [Angie] Yes, me that is the lucky one.

- Then the answer is yes.

- I'm not a fool, you know.

You're a handsome man.

I'm not the world's most beautiful woman.

I'm older than you too but not much.

- Well, what are you driving at?

- Gosh, my suspicious mind.

You look like a man with money,

but I'd have to be sure.

- But I'll show you my bank statements tomorrow.

- It'll have to be absolutely equal.

Mark, share for share those were your words.

Absolutely equal what's mine will be yours and vicey versa.

- Okay, okay.

- Right down the line.

Communal property everything and I want it legal.

The day we're married I want wills

drawn up in favor of the other.

- I wouldn't want it any other way.

- I (stammering).

I'm a blunt woman,

and I believe in speaking me mind.

Well, do you still want to marry me?

- I still want to marry you.

We think exactly alike.

- Oh.

Oh, come on.

Let's have that drink.

Scotch, no, I insist on you having one.

It's not every day you get engaged, is it?

And I suppose you say

you could say we're engaged.

Announcements are in order.

- No.

- What?

- Well, it has to remain a secret for a while.

Our secret.

Angie, there's something I haven't told you.

I've been married before too.

We're divorced now and on pretty easy terms.

But you know what women are like.

If she hears I'm get married again,

she's just as likely to lean on me for more alimony.

- Well, she'll have to know sometime.

- Of course, but there are ways and ways.

I'd like to choose the right moment.

Break it to her my way, you understand?

- Gosh, I understand, love.

Come on drink up.

- To us.

- To us.

- No. - Oh, come on.

Just a little one won't hurt, ya.

It won't take you long to buck and trim.

- I suppose not.

- We'll have to make some plans.

- I've made them.

We'll go to Greece.

Get married there. - Oh, Greece.

- In a little romantic place

and honeymoon just around the corner.

There's a spot I know.

It's perfect, quiet.

We can have the whole beach to ourselves.

Just laze in the sun, swim.

- I can't swim.

- I'll teach you.

You'll be perfectly safe with me.

- Oh, you make it sound marvelous.

- It will be.

It will be.

Phew.

- Oh, you're drunk.

- You're tight as a tick on two drinks.

- I feel odd.

- Comes with not being a drinker.

You've no resistance.

You better sit down, love.

- Yes, I'd better.

- Oh, let's have a look at ya.

Oh, you'll not be going back to that hotel tonight.

- I feel sleepy.

- Come on.

There you are.

Come on.

You just put your foot up.

You can sleep it off right here.

You'll feel as right as rain in the morning.

- Yes, it went right to my head.

(soft chuckling)

- I would invite you up to my room,

but we got to leave something for later, eh.

(dramatic music)

- It took some time but it worked.

- Coffee.

- The perfect cure.

I'm fore swearing drink from now on.

Two glasses and look at me compromised.

My reputation in ruins.

- And what about my reputation?

- I'll make an honest woman of you as soon as possible.

How do you feel?

A bit jaded.

I wish I didn't ask that McKenzie woman over here.

- McKenzie woman?

- Stella McKenzie.

She lived about a mile away.

She was out walking one day

and saw those roses in the garden.

Asked if she might take a cutting.

I said she could have the whole damn plant, after all.

They're not mine, are they?

I only rent the place.

- And she's coming here today?

- Due any minute to collect the roses.

Would you like some more?

- No, thanks.

Look, I ought to be getting back to the hotel.

- But you have had--

- Lots of things to do, Angie.

Plans to make I'll see you later.

Where's my jacket?

- Here.

Mark.

You're running away.

What is it between you and this McKenzie woman anyway?

- (chuckling) Your wrong.

But right about running away.

I told you about this situation with my ex-wife.

- Well, this is just a neighbor.

- I don't trust anyone.

- Except me.

You trust me, don't ya?

- Well, that goes without saying.

Backdoor.

This way will be more discrete.

I'll call you.

(doorbell ringing)

- [Angie] Come in, love.

- [Stella] Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

(soft music)

- Mark.

- Stella.

- Do you mind.

I'm sorry, darling.

Oh, look dirtied all your shirt.

What are you doing here anyway?

- Waiting for you. - I thought you were

knee deep in business deals.

- I am. I was.

I came here to see you. Where have you been?

- Collecting those.

- Where from?

- The most extraordinary woman, Angela someone

with a laugh that would awaken the dead.

- Yes, I know I've seen her around the hotel.

- You know how ghastly she is then.

- Yes. - All the same

I suspect a kind heart under all the tons of make up.

- What did you talk about?

You and this Angela woman what did you talk about?

- Well, she did all the talking, darling.

- Yes, but what about?

- I really don't remember.

I just let it pour all over me nothing in particular.

- But she must have mentioned me.

Well, she must have seen me around the hotel,

and when you said you knew me.

- I didn't mention you at all.

Really, that ego of yours.

- I tried to call you back last night.

- Did you? - It was you

who called me, wasn't it?

- Yes. - Was it important?

- No, not really I just felt

lonely I felt like talking.

- Lonely for me?

- Perhaps.

Perhaps just for company.

- I see you gave me a beard.

- Yes, I've decided it doesn't suit you.

Too sinister.

- Stella, I will have to go away.

For a week or two maybe.

I won't be able to see you

until after the deal is-- - Why don't you tell me

while I plant these.

Look just stay there.

Yeah, I dirtied you up.

I may as well go the whole hog.

(telephone ringing)

- Townsend Health Hotel.

- Freddy. - Mrs. Ludlow.

- Freddy sake, Freddy, you've got to help me.

I think he's going to kill me.

- That's about done, eh.

- Thank you, darling.

I love looking at gardens.

But I'm no good at creating them.

Orange juice however that's another thing.

- I was glad to do it for you, especially glad.

Planting rose bushes has a permanent feel to it.

It means you're gonna stay.

- Yes.

- Means you'll still be here when I get back.

- Yes.

If I can still afford it.

It's just gone to 12:00, see.

- I see, but-- - I'm a working girl

and I'm not working.

I've got an awful lot to do.

- You won't be working much longer.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I'll be moving about quite a bit today.

No point in calling me.

- Don't call me I'll call you.

- [Mark] That's right.

- Bye.

- [Mark] Bye.

- Always the same time

and always the same drink and always...

There he is now.

- [Weston] Mr. Walker?

- [Mark] Yes.

- [Weston] Mr. Mark Walker.

- That's right.

- Detective Superintendent Weston, sir.

- Police.

- Is this your driver's license, sir?

- Why, yes, it is.

I didn't even know I'd lost it.

Where did you find it?

- Would you mind coming with us, sir?

- What is this?

- We'd appreciate your cooperation.

- We really would.

- After you, sir.

And you.

- Well, surely I'm entitled to some explanation.

(dramatic music)

- I'd rather you didn't touch anything, Mr. Walker.

- What is this?

- I was hoping you'd tell us, sir.

You see we found this

lying there.

- What's happened here, where's Angela?

- Mrs. Ludlow.

We haven't found her yet, sir.

- Will you stop playing games,

and tell me what this is about.

- You came here last night with Mrs. Ludlow?

- Yes. - What time did you leave?

- Sometime this morning.

10:30 I don't know.

- This morning.

- It isn't what you think?

I got a little drunk last night that's all.

I slept there on that sofa.

- And left about 10:30.

- Yes.

Yes.

- She phoned me.

It must have been about 12 noon.

- Mrs. Ludlow. - Yeah.

- Sure it was her? - Course, recognize

that voice anywhere, anyone would.

She said you had too much to drink.

It was unlike you it'd gone to your head.

She said she was afraid of you. You was getting violent.

- That's a lie.

- Well, that's what she told me.

She said you insisted on seeing all her jewelry.

- This is crazy.

- Without fear 'cause I remember last time

she joked about showing you her jewelry.

- Well, that was mistake.

- She was worried she didn't wanna call the police

in case it caused a scandal of something.

She asked me if I I'd come over

and try and calm you down.

- What did you do? - Well, drove over

right away, of course, and found the place like this.

That's when I called you.

- Well, sir?

- She's trying to frame me.

But why?

Why?

What time did she call?

- 12:00, no about 10 past.

- Then I'm in the clear.

You see I can prove exactly where I was at that time.

Nowhere near here more than a mile away.

- Where?

- At 12 o'clock this morning

I was with Mrs. Stella McKenzie.

Don't believe me.

Ask her.

Stella.

Stella.

But she was here.

Just an hour or so ago.

She was here.

- Mr. Walker, it doesn't look to me

that anyone has been here in a long time.

- But this is where she works.

She's a theatrical designer.

There was an easel just there.

- At least this seems to have been used recently.

Earth under your fingernails and on your shirt too.

Gardening, Mr. Walker.

- But she...

We planted roses.

- Roses.

- Not a sign of life anywhere.

- Bed been slept in?

- I don't see how.

There aren't even any beds.

Rooms empty.

- Get this down to the lab.

I'm betting Mr. Walker's fingerprints are all over it.

- I told you I used it.

- Oh, yes.

To plant roses.

So, the Earth under your nails

and on your clothing should match up.

- This is a frame, a dirty, lousy frame.

- Turn your pocket out, Walker.

- Your pockets.

(dramatic music)

- A frame.

I suppose these are a plant.

Where is she walker?

Angela Ludlow where did you bury her?

(dramatic music)

(window sliding)

- You found her.

Stella McKenzie you located her.

- No, we didn't find her, Walker.

Because she doesn't exist.

- But she has to.

The house she rented it.

The estate agents must know.

- We checked with them.

They never heard of Stella McKenzie.

- But they must have.

Somebody rented that house.

- It was rented to an Oliver Mason, a solicitor

but he never got to live in it.

Because he committed suicide.

He drowned himself.

Walker.

Walker.

Where is she?

Angela Ludlow where did you bury her?

I've got you cold on circumstantial evidence, Walker.

Motive, opportunity everything.

But where did you put the body?

Plenty of people think you need

a body to prove murder, Walker.

But take it from me you don't.

- It has long been a fallacy that the presence

of a corpus delicti is essential in a murder case,

and indeed it is a fallacy, Mark Walker.

You have heard the verdict of the jury,

and in my opinion a just and fair verdict of guilty.

Guilty of murdering Angela Mary Ludlow.

(dramatic music)

It is now my duty to pronounce sentence

and to put you away where you can no longer

damage or harm society.

It is, therefore, the sentence of this court

that you be confined in one of her majesty's prisons

for a term of at least 30 years.

(dramatic music)

- No.

No.

No.

- [Guard] Walker, a visitor for you.

- A visitor.

I don't know anyone who'd want to visit me.

- [Guard] It's a lady.

(keys rattling)

- Stella.

Oh, thank god.

My, darling.

Thank god.

What happened to you?

- I went away.

- Away, but you must have read the papers.

You must have known what was happening.

- Yes.

Yes, I knew that's why I'm here, Mark.

- But it doesn't matter anymore you're here.

You're back and you can tell them.

- I came to tell you, Mark.

I didn't want you to sit out the next

30 years without knowing.

That would've been too kind.

- Stella. - No.

My name is not Stella or McKenzie.

It's Sheila O'Rourke.

You were right at least about the Gaelic.

- O'Rourke.

- That rings a bell, doesn't it, Mark Walker

or should I say Mr. Jameson?

Or Mr. Tully, yes?

Yes, Mr. Tully.

Because Mrs. Tully was Yvonne O'Rourke, my sister.

It was poor Mr. Mason who called me.

You killed him, didn't you, because he recognized you.

We had got together a really private investigation,

and we had so little to go on.

A man who liked to keep fit.

I did the rounds of the health farms

and the gymnasiums for months before I spotted you.

I was sure it was you, but Mr. Mason had to confirm it.

I called him.

He came down and before he could say yes or no he was dead.

That was confirmation enough.

- You.

And Mason.

- An unlikely team.

But a nice man I liked him.

And I loved my sister.

And you killed her too, didn't you?

Now you're paying for it.

Oh, not for the murder you did do,

but for one you didn't.

But that's suits me.

- You're no better than I am.

You killed too.

Angela Ludlow I'll tell them.

I'll tell them you killed her.

Whatever the motive they'll put you away too.

- You still don't understand, do you?

I told you my job was theatrical design.

But before that I was on the other side of the foot lights.

I didn't kill Angela Ludlow.

(dramatic music)

- [Angela] I created her, my old love.

But who could prove it?

Bye, love.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do, will ya?

(hysterical laughter)

(dramatic music)