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Well now, we have these.

Yes, well, I'm really looking for one to

replace the one I lost.

Something similar in style?

Yes, it was a wedding anniversary present, you

see.

Gold, I think you said, madam?

Yes, with a round face surrounded by diamonds.

My husband gave it to me for our

tenth wedding anniversary.

I've got a picture here, I don't know

whether it will be any help.

Oh, don't look at me, I look...

May I?

Of course.

Thank you.

Some ghastly company do of my husband's, wise

and brave.

That sort of Polaroid instant.

I'm talking too much, why do I talk

so much?

He isn't interested in why or when I...

Of course, I...

I realise that to replace such a thing

would cost more than the insurance that we've

got.

To be quiet, what does he care about

the insurance?

No, I'm sorry, madam, clearly it was a

most unusual and attractive timepiece, but...

No, I'm sorry, we haven't anything approaching it,

not in that style.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Why am I so chubby?

I never used to talk too much, now

I over-explain everything.

I don't listen to the other person.

Resolution, in future, listen.

Listen to what other people say.

And don't skip lunch.

Mmm, nice.

This must be the place Don mentioned.

He said there was a new one near

his office.

I could ring him.

Oh, no, he'll be having a working lunch.

So much to choose from.

Too much.

I can't believe it.

I don't believe it.

It's true, it's lasted eight months and we're

still crazy about each other.

God.

I've got no real hold on him, though.

No security.

What you mean is he's married.

Of course, all the good ones are.

Oh, Louise, why can you never find anyone

single?

He's bound to let you down, you know,

they always do.

Have you chosen, madam?

Oh, yes, I'll have a quiche and a

glass of wine.

I'll make it an orange juice.

This one isn't like the others.

More mature.

Established, you know.

Same old storey.

Louise, why not just settle for a good

time?

It's not enough.

Look, what I really want is an engagement

ring.

Oh.

Stop it.

Think your own thoughts.

To go with the wedding ring?

Yes, damn it.

Look, Kay, I'm 32 and I'm tired of

supporting myself and of going from man to

man and having it always end up with

Well, my wife understands me after all.

A thank you and goodbye.

That's sound awful.

I suppose if you're past 30 and still

not married, you do get rather anxious.

And mercenary.

Understandable.

Donald would like to be more generous.

Donald?

Oh, it's a common enough name.

Well, he took her to Paris last weekend.

Still exhausted.

But then who goes to Paris to sleep,

I haven't seen.

And on went coincidence.

And anyway, it was just outside Paris, he

said.

Some conference hotel.

Oh, thank you.

Is it all right?

Yes.

Once got stung for a whole plate of

smoked salmon.

He knows I'm getting impatient.

He doesn't blame me, he says.

But...

Yeah?

Well, there's no way he can get a

divorce.

Why not?

Is he a Catholic?

No.

Well, what then?

He says it would kill his wife.

Oh, come on.

You know, I've never seen her, but I

hate her.

Believe me, I really hate that wife of

his.

You just have to put the pressure on

him.

Oh, he's insensitive.

Don't be silly.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Ridiculous.

But Don went to Paris.

She has someone called Don.

Well, really.

Anyway, Don wouldn't.

If anything, he's a workaholic.

I thought you said you were tired.

Yes, I am, really.

Not much sleep in Paris.

He doesn't listen to me.

Hmm?

Well, you said at dinner it had been

very exhausting.

In Paris.

All it, just outside.

So, no luck with the new watch, eh?

He's making conversation.

No, I told you.

I went to five different jewellers, I couldn't

find anything like it.

I do hope it's not an omen, darling.

What?

Well, I mean, losing your 10th anniversary present

on our 18th.

Perhaps if we hadn't gone to Venice.

I thought you loved Venice.

Oh, I do, and it was marvellous to

celebrate like that.

But I still think it was one of

the maids that took it.

I doubt that.

You should have left it where it was,

in the bank.

Not very romantic, darling.

No, but sensible.

Oh, God, don't let it be true.

Well, I'm going to bed.

Will you be long?

Five minutes at most.

When did you last call me darling?

I wonder if they lunch there every day.

This is my treat, so choose what you

like.

Oh, careful.

You know me, Kay.

So, tell me all.

I'm putting on the pressure, just as you

said.

She's beginning to work.

Good, Louise.

Congratulations.

Could still kill her, though.

He swears he's asked for a divorce.

There was a huge row and she said

she never would.

Look, all he's got to do is leave.

And after three years, he can file.

But will he?

Will he.

When did he tell you all this?

Last night?

No, he couldn't meet last night.

His wife was expecting him.

He just had a quick drink when he

left the office.

Look what he gave me.

Wow.

Whatever happens, he says I'm the only one

he really cares about.

Fabulous.

What would you like?

Oh, I'm going to have a...

Be sensible.

Don hasn't asked you for a divorce, has

he?

He could be lying to her.

Oh, no, really.

You mustn't assume.

I wonder what she's like.

Has he told you anything about her?

No, not much.

When we got away for a week last

April, he told me a little about her.

She's ten years older than me.

Pretty, rather fragile.

You know, the sort of iron butterfly type.

Oh, yuck, I hate that sort.

Moonshine.

My age?

The wife's my age?

Oh, no, really.

Think.

Be sensible.

He shouldn't have come here.

No, wrong.

Just ask him.

Go on, ask him.

That's the proper thing to do.

Last April, Don went to Scotland.

A fishing trip, he said.

Oh, God.

I want to pay.

I haven't got a bill.

One moment, madam.

You're doing the right thing.

No more stupid eavesdropping.

Face it.

Face him.

Don, my dear, my darling.

I'm sure I'm being very silly.

Please tell me I am.

But is there someone called Louise?

I happen to overhear.

Can I help?

No, I expect they're all at lunch.

Afraid so.

Who did you want to speak to?

I don't know.

I wish I did.

Goodbye.

Ask him.

Just ask him.

Go on.

You were going to at lunchtime.

Why not now?

Are you?

Don.

If you were describing me to someone, what

would you say?

How do you mean?

Well, I mean, do you think I'm pretty?

What's the matter?

Are you all right?

I just want to know.

My dear, of course you're pretty.

My dear, better than nothing.

You've always been pretty.

Fragile?

Fragile?

I don't understand.

You keep looking at me.

You have done ever since I got home.

As though you were wondering who I am

and what I'm doing here.

All right.

Don.

Yeah.

Have you ever described me to anyone as

pretty and fragile?

Please.

Is that too much to drink?

Just asking a simple question.

All right, then, a simple answer.

Of course I've told other people that you're

pretty.

There's no need to be angry.

But not fragile.

I mean, that would suggest you were ill

or some kind of invalid, for heaven's sake.

He's lying.

Blustering.

Oh, God.

Which you aren't.

But mind you, these last weeks...

Don.

What?

I'm sorry I asked.

Moira, what is it?

I must be turned.

Yes, I think you must be.

Ask him about Scotland.

Last April.

Go on.

No, why should I?

It's up to him to...

He ought to play fairer with me.

Oh, God.

You're very quiet tonight.

So are you.

So cold.

It's the other one, by herself.

She's with Don.

She's having lunch with Don.

Find them, find them.

Why here?

Why are you here?

Look for them, look for them.

Henderson.

Henderson.

For two.

Well, I think you should have bought in

the name of Henderson.

No, madam, I'm sorry.

Third time lucky.

No.

Yes, go on, find them.

You know what they say about oysters.

What am I doing?

Go home.

Moira.

Moira.

Let him come to you for once.

Just this once.

There you are.

Didn't you hear me come in?

Yes, but I've got a headache.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Bill Long took me to the Carlton for

lunch.

Wine, cocktails, liqueurs, a lot.

I'm the blue-eyed boy there these days.

Isn't that good?

Yes.

If you've got a headache, you shouldn't be

drinking sherry.

No.

Bill intimated that I'm next in line when

he goes.

Dead men's shoes.

The Carlton.

They had lunch at the Carlton.

Darling.

Too late, too late.

You don't mean me.

It was an omen.

Losing the watch.

I knew it was.

Like I know.

Some things you just don't know.

She's on her own.

Why don't you sit down next to her?

Say, did you enjoy your lunch yesterday at

the Carlton with my husband?

What did you have to eat?

Sorry I'm late.

It's a great morning.

What's happened?

We had lunch yesterday.

He says it's no good.

I knew you were upset when you phoned.

More than upset.

Telling me that he couldn't hurt his wife.

Thank you and goodbye.

Oh, that he loved me, but his loyalties

to her.

That's what I phoned you.

You sound as if you could kill him.

Kill her.

Kill her, kill her, kill her.

Yes, ma'am.

I suppose...

I suppose you could arrange something.

You and Don caught in the act.

Bring in the newspapers.

Local man in love triangle.

She'd have to divorce him.

Kill her?

It could be done professionally.

I know someone who could arrange it for

a fee.

He takes his commission and hires the right

person.

People you know, Kate.

Nothing like a solicitor's office for meeting the

world.

All sorts of world.

But you can't just plan to.

He's coming to the office tomorrow.

He's involved in the case we're handling.

You could sleep on it.

Phone me at the office by noon.

It would cost you.

Just like that.

Just like that.

Yes?

It's me, Maura.

Yes?

What's the matter?

You sound upset again.

I'm all right.

Oh, well, just to let you know, I'll

be late home.

Bill Long and I are dining the West

German side of the equation tonight, so don't

wait up.

What?

Why are you all talking code?

What?

Oh, just jargon for the German partners, darling.

Oh.

Darling.

Relax.

Relax.

Think.

Ring the police.

Sergeant, two women are plotting to have me

murdered.

One of them knows somebody who knows somebody

else who for money will...

It's to be confirmed tomorrow.

I know what they look like.

I know their names.

All I know, their Christian names.

It's madness, madness.

I'm going to be sick.

Look.

Tom.

Oh, my God.

Oh, so late.

Oh.

She's decided.

She's made up her mind.

It's done.

Think.

You could be wrong.

You haven't any real proof, have you?

No.

Look at her.

Look at her.

It's all arranged.

Now's your chance.

Go on.

Tell her you know.

You've told your friend, haven't you?

You've told her to go ahead.

My watch.

It's my watch.

Don must have given it to her.

Oh, God.

Proof.

That's proof.

I was right all along.

Oh, God.

Me.

Me.

Me.

You whore.

You murderess.

You cunt.

Do something.

It's you or her.

You or her.

Do something.

You or her.

She jumped out.

Out in front.

She's dead.

Someone better call an ambulance.

Oh, my God.

I did it.

Did it.

Me.

Deliberately.

I pushed her.

I don't think anyone saw.

I don't think so.

Self-defence.

It was...

self-defence.

Justifiable.

Even the law acknowledges.

The police.

Someone saw.

No.

It was too quick.

You there?

Yes.

Now, listen.

We're going to Munich for a long weekend.

You and me, business and pleasure.

I'd have told you last night, only you

were asleep.

So, pack some things for me, would you

please, and I'll be home around five, all

right?

Yes.

Well, aren't you pleased?

Don't you want to go?

Yes, of course I do.

Terrific.

You need a break, so do I.

Well, we both do, darling.

Darling.

What?

I didn't say anything.

Okay, then.

I'll see you at five.

And don't forget to pack my cashmere sweater.

It can be chilly in Munich this time

of year.

Bye.