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GUNSHOT FIRES

GUNSHOT FIRES

INTERCOM BELL RINGS

- Who is it?
- JOHN: It's me.

Oh, come in.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- You busy?
- Yes.

I've come to say goodbye.

I'm off to New York.
- Uh-uh!

Off to where?
- I'm off to New York now.

I'm clearing out my cupboards

cos I shan't be needing
these things for some time

cos I shan't be eating in
and I thought

you might be able to use them.
- Thank you, Steed.

I shall probably be away
for some time.

I shall be able to get some
of my own work done then.

Yes. This will be quite
a welcome change for you, won't it?

There are certain things here
I thought you'd like in particular.

So, I picked them out.
Sugared mangoes go very well

with corn flakes, I think.
- Good. I'll remember that.

Yeah, I've been trying
to get rid of those for years.

I'll probably be going on
to Washington, too.

Do you know Professor David Renter?
- Yes.

You do? Well, apparently,
he's solved the problem

of high-speed industrial film.

Oh, good.
I knew he was on the point of it.

Well, that's all I know about him.

I'm apparently to accompany
the old boy on the trip.

You know, in case he gets
too talkative to strangers.

Just a routine job.

I hear he's rather a dry old stick.
I'd much rather take you.

Much rather take you.

Four and a half days' luxury.

An ocean liner, the sea,
the sun, the moonlight.

You obviously don't read
the weather report.

Last week's crossing
was a very rough one.

This is a rare treat!
Bumblebees, jellied, made in Japan.

- Splendid.
- If there's one place they know

how to jelly a bumblebee,
it's good old Nippon.

I'm gonna miss you, of course.

- I hope you both have a good trip.
- Thank you very much.

I just had to
come and tell you about it.

Well, goodbye, Mrs Gale.
- Goodbye, Steed.

Yes, well,
the change will do me good.

Do us both good.

- I'll phone you when I get back.
- You do that.

Send you a postcard?

Put a stamp on it this time.

DOORBELL JINGLES

- Good morning, Mrs Renter.
- Yes?

My name is Steed, John Steed.
Your husband's home?

I'm afraid not.
Er, are you selling something?

Oh, this is a business matter.
When will he be in?

Er, he's gone away. Perhaps I can
let him know you called.

Hold on one minute.
I'll just give you my card.

- Oh.
- There we are.

- Thank you. Oh, butterfingers!
- Oh, dearie me.

I'll get it for you.

Thank you so much.
SHE EXCLAIMS

It's a very important matter.

When's he likely to be back?

Erm, I'm afraid
you don't understand, Mr, er, Steed.

My husband has gone into retirement.

- I beg your pardon?
- Er, for some time now,

he's been intending to
renounce worldly goods.

He's always been a millionaire.

He inherited a fortune
from his father.

But now, he's seeking
a simpler way of life.

He went into meditation a week ago.

I see. Will you be joining him?

In the course of time.

Is this your husband?

Yes. It was done last year.
He's a fine-looking man.

JOHN: Very fine indeed.

Would it be possible
to get in touch with him?

Oh, no. I'm afraid the directors
of Adelphi Park

don't allow visitors.

- Is this his laboratory?
- Yes,

this is where he did all his work.
- Did his work?

But surely, is he going into
retirement for the rest of his life?

Yes, that's what retirement means.

But he's at the height
of his career.

I mean, what is he, 60?
- 61 in May.

I'm very surprised
that he didn't tell

the Research Council about this.
- He went rather suddenly.

I'm sorry I can't be
of any further assistance, Mr Steed.

Er, you will let him know
that I called?

- I will.
- And thank you.

How long do you think
it'll take you to perfect the part?

Well, in the old days, I used to
learn my parts in a few hours.

This is a bit different, of course,

but I shouldn't think
it'll take too long.

Good. We'll move you down
to Adelphi Park

at the end of the week.
- Well, that's good, Mr Lomax.

I'm looking forward to that.
- Who was it?

A man called Steed.
He wanted to see my husband.

- What about?
- I don't know.

He was a salesman or something.

- All right. Now, where were we?
- You were describing the garden.

Yes. It was a large garden
with a 300-year-old lawn.

And there were some
rhododendron bushes to the, er,

left of the fish pond?

No. It was a herbaceous border
on that side.

I remember so well because

that's where we first met
behind the herbaceous border.

It was his birthday...

Mrs Renter,
I'm sure he has all that by now.

Now, let's go over this again.
Where were you born?

Er, 5th of May, 1902,
at Wickhamstead in Berkshire.

- Exact address?
- Er, Fairfield Tate Lane.

- Your father's full name?
- Harold Frederick.

- You were christened?
- David Frederick Renter.

Splendid!

How's Professor Renter's
replacement?

Good, good.
One of the best we've had yet.

When are you going
to find a replacement

for my late lamented husband?
- Don't you worry about that.

It'll only take a couple of days.

Besides, nobody's gonna
miss him anyway.

SHE CHUCKLES
Least of all me.

DOOR CLOSES

Daphne.

Well, this is a surprise.
- Hi.

You've, er, just interrupted
a rather important discussion.

Oh, I couldn't stand it
a minute longer.

- Hmm? What happened?
- I just got bored.

I mean, finishing school
is one thing.

But being stuck 3,000 feet
up in the Swiss Alps

with a gaggle of screaming females
is not my idea of fun.

No, I suppose not.

Don't worry, though.
Father won't mind. Is he in?

He's, erm, gone away for a few days.

Oh? Well, then
what's Mr Lomax doing here?

I told you,
we were just discussing business.

It's all to do with your father.

Now, look, why don't you go
and wash and change?

And then when you come back,
you can tell us

all about Switzerland, hmm?
- OK.

Welcome home.

Thought you said she wasn't
coming back for another month!

She wasn't meant to.

What are you gonna tell her
about her father, huh?

I'm gonna say
he's gone into retirement.

That's what I'd like to do with you.

What?
HE CHUCKLES

- Go into retirement.
- But not at Adelphi Park.

BELL RINGS

Yes?

Good morning. May I see
Professor Renter, please?

Have you got a yellow card?

- Er, I'm afraid I haven't, no.
- Well, I'm afraid he won't see you.

Oh, wait! How do I get hold of
this, er, little yellow card?

If he didn't give you one
before he came,

it means he doesn't want to see you.

Look, this is extremely important.
He's expecting me.

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.

Now, hold on a minute.
Perhaps you'll forgive me.

Here we are. Here's my card.
Hold on a second.

All right,
there's all the time in the world.

Now, I'm sure that
when he knows who I am,

he'll want to get in touch with me.

Good day, Mr Steed.

- WOMAN: Hello, Mrs Lomax.
- Hello.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Mrs Paula Madden here.

MRS LOMAX: 'Could I speak
to my husband, please?'

It's your wife.

Hello?

There's a man been here
looking for Renter.

Thought you'd want to know.
Do you want to know?

Yes, I want to know.
Did you get his name?

He insisted on leaving his card.

His name's John Steed.
Five Westminster Mews.

Wrote something
on the back of the card.

Would you like to know what it was?

Yes, I'd like to know what it was.

It says "Queen Mary, New York."

Now, don't you think
that's interesting?

I won't know how interesting it is
until I talk to Mrs Renter.

Maybe she knows what it's all about.
I'll have to go and see her.

Oh, won't Paula mind? 'Course
it's only next door, isn't it?

Must be most convenient for you.

MR LOMAX: 'Is that all?'

Have you thought
about my proposition?

'Yeah, no chance.
Out of the question.'

Oh, sorry about that.
You won't like prison.

No-one ever does.

Now, you hear me! And hear me good!

You try and jail me,
you bring trouble on yourself!

I don't think so!
After all, I was dragged into it.

A wife has to do
what her husband tells her.

Lives on what
the lord and master gives her.

Since our relationship
has somewhat deteriorated

and we're no more than
just good business partners,

I think it should be
a 50-50 share-out.

I'll give you till tomorrow
to think about it.

So, she's threatening us again.

She's gonna give me till
tomorrow morning to think about it!

Darling, what are we going to do?

Call The Undertakers.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Green's Funeral Parlour?

Oh, yes, yes.

Tomorrow night? Good, good.

That's right, Mr Harper.
Remove the lid.

Oh, and tomorrow night, gentlemen,
we'll all be working late again.

I hope you don't mind.

- No.
- Not me.

Good, good. I do like working with
cooperative people.

- Where are my jellied bumblebees?
- I ate them.

You did?

That's what you
gave them to me for, wasn't it?

- How could you?
- They were delicious.

I thought they were supposed to be
one of your favourites.

Certainly not.

Huh, you never know
with the Orient.

They might have
jellied the sting.

SHE CHUCKLES
Steed, what went wrong today?

Professor Renter
has retired from the world.

Joined some exclusive cult.

And he's gone into meditation at
their retreat just outside London.

It's very, very inconvenient
and very sudden.

But not surprising.
He's probably overworked.

I went to the place this afternoon.
There's a high wall around it.

And there was a chain
across the door.

I couldn't even get in to see him.
There's a Mrs Lomax there,

and she sort of guards the place.

She won't let you in
without a yellow card.

HE CHUCKLES
Well, that's all right,

provided it gives Professor Renter
the peace and quiet he wants.

Well, he can go into meditation
with a vengeance. He's welcome.

If only he'd left his plans outside.
Oh, that reminds me.

Here's something. Have a look at it.

That's a copy of the local electoral
register from the Town Hall.

I wanted to see how many inmates
there were at Adelphi Park.

Steed, don't these names
mean anything to you?

No, I just counted it.

Well, have a look at this.
Horace Oxenbow.

- Horace who?
- Oxenbow.

Harold Daly?

That strikes a chord.

Steed, all these people
are millionaires.

HE SNAPS HIS FINGER

- Oh, good morning, sir.
- Mr Green? I am Mr Small.

Small, Blake & Somber.
Finest funeral suppliers.

No doubt you received our card?
- I don't think so.

You've heard
of Small, Blake & Somber?

- Er, no, I'm afraid not.
- Oh, dear, dear me.

Now, you're an old established
firm, eh, Mr Green?

Thirty years, man and boy.
My father before it.

That's wonderful,
but haven't you ever thought

you wanted to be more up-to-date?
Operate more economically?

- Well, how?
- So glad you asked me.

Oh, my goodness.

That's tasteful,
that's very tasteful.

Thank you. Now, let me show you
how Small, Blake & Somber

plan to help your smaller
funeral director.

Now, this here
is a grave extracting unit.

- A what?
- A grave extracting unit.

It cuts down on manpower,
saves several hundred in wages.

Operated by one man.
Accurate to a quarter of an inch.

Adaptable to all types of soil,
petrol, four horsepower.

No, I never need one of those,
Mr Small. I'm too small a...

I hardly ever need
more than one digger at a time.

Now, illustrates in colour
a complete range of plastic flowers.

No wilting, always in season.

We can supply the correct
fragrance to go with your room.

Eight and six, your smaller bottle,
ten and six, larger.

No, no, no.

Now, here we have our list
of tape-recorded music.

Saves hiring your organist,
no bad notes, unsuitable hymns.

And it can be faded down
and played all the way through.

- Oh, no, no.
- Now, this is our must.

This is our pride
at Small, Blake & Somber.

Mr Small,
I have been an undertaker...

- Funeral director.
- Call it what you like.

I've been burying people...
- Interning, interning...

- Putting people in their graves...
- Resting places, Mr Green.

..for nearly a whole lifetime.

There isn't the money
or the inclination in the district

for all this fancy stuff.
- Oh, come now, Mr Green.

What about your clients
at Adelphi Park?

I'm sure you'd like to provide
a Class A supreme service

for that sort of person.

Mr Small, I think I can
say without boasting

we are able to provide
a funeral service

fit for any standard of living.

We've got one
on our hands at the moment.

Let me show you.

I know what you big suppliers think
of small family concerns like mine.

But you have a look at this!

No-one could do
a more complete service.

The late Mrs Lomax.

BELL JINGLES

- No chain today?
- Good morning.

Don't you remember? John Steed.

Oh, yes, of course.
You're the salesman.

Well, not actually.

I thought you said
you were a salesman

the last time you came.

Mrs Renter, I should like to
speak to you if it's possible.

The last time, it was my husband
you wanted to speak to.

- And this time, it's you.
- Oh. Oh. Come in then.

Thank you.

What a charming place you have here.
- Yes. It was designed for us.

Such a charming young man.

Oh, Mrs Renter,
are you aware that your husband

should have been
in New York yesterday?

He didn't say
anything to me about it.

Are you su...

Are you sure?
- Why was he going?

For the past few months,
your husband has found

a completely new approach
to the problem

of high-speed industrial film.
- Oh.

He said nothing to me about it.

Well, in the past few weeks,
he reported

to the Research Council
that he perfected his idea.

So, the British and American
governments decided

to give him time
to develop this invention, you see.

And this meeting is to take place
in New York on Wednesday.

- I see. And whom do you represent?
- Well, I...

I'm just the civil servant
who is to accompany him on the trip.

So, you can see
it's terribly important I see him.

But I told you, Mr Steed.
My husband has gone into meditation.

I understand.
If I had a yellow card,

I can get into Adelphi Park
and see him.

Oh, I'm sorry.
They're for relatives only.

Didn't he leave a message for me?
These plans must be somewhere.

It's imperative
they get to New York.

He never mentioned you.

This could be very good
for you and your husband.

The government is prepared
to finance his invention

to a very high degree.

The inventor's royalties alone could
amount to, oh, a million pounds!

But I already have a million.

I'm sure another one
wouldn't be in the way, huh?

Well, I'm not so sure.

What with death duties,
being rich hardly seems worthwhile.

I suppose not.

Mrs Renter,
may I put it in another way?

If I don't go back with the plans,

my boss is gonna be
very, very angry.

Oh, I see.

Would you like to
sit down, Mr Steed?

- Thank you.
- I'll see if there's anything

in my husband's laboratory.
- Thank you very much, Mrs Renter.

Hello.

Good afternoon, young lady.

Where did you spring from?

Next door.
The balcony runs all the way around.

Convenient.

Am I disturbing you?

No, I was just looking around.

What's for you?

- Er, brandy, if you have any.
- Mm-hm.

I, er, I think you'll like this one.
It's a five-star Napoleon.

HE CHUCKLES
I'm quite sure I shall.

Thank you. Cheers.

Are you a burglar?

Er, well, not exactly
professionally, you know.

Mrs Renter and I were
going through some papers.

- Oh, she's here then?
- Yes, she's in the laboratory

searching there.
- Mm-hm.

I understand the professor's
taken up, er, meditating.

Oh, he's been talking
about doing that for years.

Did you really mean for years?

Well, ever since before
I went off to Switzerland.

- Skiing?
- No, finishing school.

But they said that
I really was the end,

so they threw me out.
- Do you know the professor well?

Oh, yes. Our families have always
been locked in each other's bosoms.

Ever since the professor and my
father went to school together.

- Really? Who is your father?
- Robert Madden.

- The... The Robert Madden?
- Mm-hm.

All those concrete
rabbit warrens out there.

He owns every other one.

I wonder if I might
speak to your father,

he might tell me something
about the professor.

My father disappeared
three days ago.

- Oh, disappeared...
- Mr Steed?

Oh, hello, Daphne!

Oh, you've got yourself a drink.
Good. Mr Steed?

Excuse me.

I'm afraid I can't find anything.

Oh!
SHE LAUGHS

But I'm going
to Adelphi Park tonight,

so I'll search through
my husband's things there.

- Why not ask him?
- That's exactly what I meant.

- When will you be back?
- That's indefinite.

You see, I'm going to
become the matron there.

Won't that be very hard work?

I shall have to find
an assistant, of course.

I'm just going to do
the administration.

I actually thought looking after
this great big penthouse

would give you plenty to do.
- Oh, don't imagine

I'm going to work
for my living, Mr Steed.

Adelphi Park is run
by friends of mine.

I'm just going to
keep an eye on the place.

We can keep an eye on her.

Why do you want to send her
to look after Adelphi Park?

- Because I think it's a good idea!
- And I think she's cuckoo!

Well, exactly.
It's why it's a good idea.

Listen, the matron at Adelphi Park
is just as cut off

from the outside world
as the inmates are.

This Mrs Renter's so dumb,
she's the perfect alibi.

She actually believes that
what we're doing is morally right.

- She won't be able to cope!
- Don't you worry about that.

I'm gonna get her an assistant
that can cope.

- But it could be risky!
- There's no risk involved.

Naturally, I'm gonna get her
an assistant that we can trust.

But that could be risky too!

Come on, Paula!
I've thought about this!

LOUDLY: Why don't you
think about it some more?

I wish I knew
what you saw in that man, Paula.

He's a friend of the family.

He's no friend of mine.

It's too bad. If you don't like it,

why don't you go back
to Switzerland?

Yes, it must be rather embarrassing
having me home again.

Since you bring the matter up, yes.

And that's why
my father's gone away.

What do you mean?

He couldn't stand it
any longer watching you with Lomax!

- Have you quite finished?
- No, I haven't!

I want to know about my father.

Either you tell me where he is
or I'm going to the police!

- They won't be able to help you.
- Well, we'll see!

It's not going to do you
any good to know what's happened.

Well, what has happened?

Your father's ill.
We had to put him in a home.

I don't believe it.

It's the truth, Daphne.

Well, then, can I see him?

No.

It will be quite some time
before either of us see him.

DOOR RINGER BUZZES

I'll go.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- Is Mr Madden in?
- No, I'm afraid not.

He asked me to call on him.

It was about the donation
he wanted to make

to the Architects
Friendly Society benefit.

May I come in?

I'm, er, Mrs Madden.

Now, what was this about a donation?

It's simply that he asked me to
call on him today at this time.

And when did he talk
to you about this?

The day before yesterday.

But I'm afraid
that's quite impossible.

- Why?
- Because my husband

left for the country on Tuesday.

Then, my secretary must have
got the message wrong.

Could you tell me the whereabouts
in the country I might find him?

My husband's gone into retirement.
He's staying at Adelphi Park.

- Thank you.
- Oh, but I'm afraid

you can only write to him there.
He won't see any visitors.

JOHN: Diced melon...

..ice...

..and agitate vigorously.

Agitate vigorously,
agitate vigorously.

HE SIGHS

When did Paula Madden say that
her husband went to Adelphi Park?

On Tuesday.

Well, the professor couldn't have
been there much longer.

Doesn't it strike you as odd
that two millionaires,

both of them... Oh, I'm so sorry.

Both of them neighbours,

should go away
and hide themselves like that?

No. Steed, I've been looking at
this electoral register again.

There's something else the inmates
of Adelphi Park have in common.

You know how some wealthy
people give away their money

before they die?
- To evade death duties?

Well, it's not exactly evasion.
It's perfectly legal.

You see, the death duties on
a million pounds

would be 800,000.

HE WHISTLES

Now, that would make a sizeable drop
in the standard of living of, say,

the widow who was left
with only 200,000.

There's always National Assistance.

Yes. So, the wise millionaire
makes over his money

to his next of kin before death.
That way, it's a gift and tax-free.

- Sounds too easy.
- Mm. Exactly. There is a snag.

You see, the gift must be made

not less than
five years before death.

Otherwise,
the duty is still payable.

You explain it
quite beautifully, Mrs Gale.

What's this got to do
with Adelphi Park?

What if there were a way
of keeping the millionaire alive

for the required five years?

On the books at least.

You see, no-one ever sees
the inmates of Adelphi Park.

Quite.

Of course, there is one person
who could see all the inmates.

Oh, are you proposing
to scale the high wall?

Oh, no, nothing so energetic.

But they're looking for
an assistant, er, matron, female.

It's time we were moving, gentlemen.

The lid's on.

I was getting worried about you.

The traffic back to town
was slower than the funeral.

How was your wife's funeral?

Good, good. Where's Daphne?

Oh, she's out. She went for a drive.

I... had to tell her
about her father.

- You what?
- Well, not the truth, darling.

But she went on and on
and on, so, in the end,

I told her her father
has gone into a home.

Oh, good, good.

I'll buy a drink on that.

You know, as a woman,

I find something rather intriguing
about a murderer.

HE SCOFFS

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but I've never killed
anybody in my life.

I have some men in the country
that do that for me.

The Undertakers.

Mm.

A woman came round here today
asking to see my husband.

- Oh? Who was she?
- Oh, I don't know.

It doesn't matter.
- Well, sure it matters!

Darling, by now,

she'll be on her way
to look him up at Adelphi Park

and you can take care of her there.
- Well, what'd she want?

Oh, she said something
about a donation

for some
Architect's Friendly Society.

Come on, honey, that could have
been a genuine thing.

Maybe he did offer
to give 'em something.

Darling, my late husband
never gave away a penny in his life.

That woman was a phony.

Yes.

Yes, I've got that.

We'll keep an eye open for her.

Bye-bye.

By the way, if a woman calls

from the Architect's
Friendly Society

and asks to see Mr Madden,

invite her in
and let me know immediately.

Yes, of course.

Sorry to disturb you,

but have you got the key
of the croquet cupboard?

Harold and I wanted to
have a game while it's still fine.

Certainly, my dear.
Mrs Gale, would you mind?

The keys are on
the board behind you.

Oh, of course, you haven't met
my husband, have you?

Professor Renter?
- How do you do?

This is Mrs Gale
who's come to help me.

She just started today.

Would you like a cup of tea
to take along with you, dear?

- Yes, I would, my dear.
- Is this the key?

Yes, that's the one.

I hope that you'll enjoy
working with, er, my wife.

Yes, I'm sure I shall.

You take sugar?

I should think you ought to know
that by this time, my dear.

Oh, thank you. See you at supper.

Well...
SHE CHUCKLES

..you must have guessed.

- That isn't your husband.
- No. My husband is dead.

You see, there's an organisation
called The Undertakers.

They arrange to keep people,
millionaires like my husband, alive.

SHE LAUGHS

Does seem a funny name for it,
The Undertakers, doesn't it?

But they're terribly nice people.

You'd like them.
How many lumps, my dear?

Er, two, please.

Well, you see, three years ago,

my husband made
all his money over to me.

That would have been all right

if he'd lived
for a further five years.

But if a person dies
in less than five years,

then the government comes along
and takes all your money.

- Yes, I know all about that.
- Oh, good. Then, you'll understand.

Well, this organisation
called The Undertakers

promises to keep
the person legally alive.

And for that,
they only take 25%.

SHE KISSES

So, when my husband died,

all I had to do was
to call The Undertakers

and they've quietly
disposed of the body

and my husband's name was taken on

by this retired actor gentleman
you just met.

And what happens to him
after the five years?

Oh, The Undertakers
will look after him.

Aren't you taking a great risk?

I don't think so.

This death duty business is wicked,
breaking up all the old estates.

Everybody would be on our side
if there were any trouble.

But how do you know
you can trust me?

SHE CHUCKLES

Because I know all about
your criminal record.

I checked back
with the agency who sent you.

I spoke to such a nice gentleman
who told me all about you.

I think his name was Steed.

SHE LAUGHS

That's funny.
I know another Mr Steed.

Well, I think it's a wonderful idea.

Yes. Mr Lomax runs the organisation.
You should meet him soon.

Is that who I'm working for now?

Oh, no. There's another
gentleman above him.

Er, but I don't know who it is.

Well, what time do you expect
Lomax to arrive?

No idea. You know how it is.

Pops down to Adelphi Park
perhaps once a week.

Should be in here
within a couple of days.

Well, let me know
the moment he turns up.

Is Mrs Renter managing all right?

Well, she's a rather curious person.
But I expect she'll be all right.

Oh, she's got herself
an assistant, a Mrs Gale.

Do we know anything about her?

I believe Mrs Renter checked on her.

Apparently,
she was in jail at some time.

Oh, then I think we can trust her.

Why, I must be
getting down to Adelphi Park.

I've got a funeral there
this morning.

Is everything all right in there?

Yes, yes. You've fixed the room up
quite nicely.

Oh, er, you might bring me back
a pound of lump sugar.

Of course.

Oh, by the way,

what do you intend to do
with Lomax when he arrives?

Kill him, of course.

Well, my dear, the time has come
for you to pass on.

Soon, you'll be joining your
loved ones in the promised land.

Oh, who's that for?

- For you, my dear.
- How nice!

Such beautifully polished wood.

But, of course,
fit for a millionairess.

I do hope you have
a restful journey.

BOTH LAUGH

Now, here's your ticket,
and some pocket money for the trip.

And we've already paid
2,000 pounds sterling

into the Bank of New South Wales
in your name.

SHE LAUGHS
I mean, your real name.

Oh, but, of course.

The taxi for Mrs Baker's
just arrived.

Then, if you are ready, Mrs Baker.

It'll be so lovely for you
to see your son again.

Mr Lomax has written
to tell him

exactly what time
your ship will arrive in Sydney.

Thank you. Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mrs Baker.
- Goodbye.

MAN: Very nice funeral. Very nice.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

MAN COUGHS

Excuse me. Could you tell me
where I could find Mr Madden?

Hmm? Oh, yes.

There's Mr Madden
over there, my dear.

Thank you.

Daddy?

Hmm?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I was looking for Mr Madden.

I am Mr Madden.

But you're not my father.

That's right, my dear.

Mr Lomax? Green here. Daphne Madden
has turned up at Adelphi Park.

What do you want me to do?

All right, yes. See you later.

Well, what'd he say?

Wants me to keep her at Adelphi Park
till he turns up.

He's leaving London now
with your wife.

Oh, how very accommodating of him.

But tell me,
when's your next fake funeral?

Well, there's a lady went off
to Australia this morning.

Now, she was posing
as Dame Gwyneth Hope Griffith.

Made over her two million pound
estate to her younger sister.

Died three weeks later.

I remember her. Charming old lady.

A charming two million pounds.

From the death duties
you saved the sister,

you must have made, er...
Erm, 160,000.

I hope you don't feel that I haven't
been looking after you properly.

Oh, no, no, no.
You've been most generous.

And in future,
you can do even better

now that I've decided
that the organisation

can dispense with Mr Lomax
completely.

Now, about tomorrow's funeral,

instead of the usual load of bricks,
the coffin will contain Mr Lomax.

Lomax, three-fifteen.
And what about your wife?

I haven't quite decided.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Adelphi Park, assistant matron.

Steed here.
I'm in Renter's apartment.

The plans aren't here.
She's cleared the place out.

How are your patients?
- We were right about this place.

All these millionaires are phonies.

They're standing in
for people who've died.

That's just what I thought.

I've got the income tax revenue
to look at that list of names.

All of them left money to their
inheritors during their lifetime.

They probably made a contract with
The Undertakers to keep them alive

officially during the five-year
period. It's a neat little racket.

CATHERINE: 'Listen, there's been
a new development here.

'Daphne Madden's arrived
demanding to see her father.

'Lomax and Paula Madden

'are coming down this
afternoon to collect her.

'I think you ought to be here.'

JOHN: 'Yes,
I'll get down there right away.

Hey, on your way down, have a look
at Green's Funeral Parlour.

Well, Lomax should be there soon.
Are you ready?

Just finishing this.

Hmm. I think this should be
rather interesting.

Are you quite sure
my daughter's safe?

Oh, yes. Nothing will happen
until Lomax gets there.

Mrs Renter wouldn't harm her.

It's loaded.
- Good.

Now, tell me, Green.

When Lomax ordered you to
murder me and dispose of my body,

why didn't you?

Well, sir, I reckon the organisation
could operate without Mr Lomax.

It certainly couldn't
operate without you.

After all, it takes a millionaire

to be on speaking terms
with other millionaires.

And without you, how would we
ever find any new clients?

I see. So, it wasn't a question
of personal loyalty.

Oh, no, Sir. I'm in this
for what I can get out of it.

That's why you can trust me.

All right, Frank, it's all yours.

GLASS BREAKS

HE SCREAMS

Your step-mother
should be here soon.

I think it'd be better
if you left first.

Is anybody else about?

Apart from Mrs Renter,
I don't think so.

- What do you want me to do?
- I'll show you to the main gate.

When you get outside,

walk into the village
and catch the next train

back to town, right?
- OK.

Oh, there you are!
I thought we'd have some coffee.

DOORBELL RINGS

- Shall I go?
- Er, no, I will.

It should be them.
You take these into the lounge.

Right.

This is our chance. Come on.
- Not this way, Mrs Gale!

Sorry, Daphne.
You won't be able to leave just yet.

- Well, why not?
- Got something

to discuss with Mrs Gale.
We're on to your friend, Steed.

You haven't been fooling anybody
since that phone call.

You're right, Mrs Renter.
She was trying to sneak Daphne out.

That's the woman
who came for the donation.

Oh, dear.

Paula, what's happened to my father?

He's dead.

I'm afraid he died
of a heart attack, dear.

Well, why didn't you tell me before?

It had to be hushed up, dear,
to save death duties.

It's all for your own good.
- All right, all right!

Paula, take Daphne back
to town in the car.

I'm gonna wait to meet
this man, Steed.

MRS RENTER: Oh! Oh!

Back off!

GUNSHOT FIRES

Over there, Mrs Gale.
Cover her, Green.

All right, Paula.

Get back, Daphne.

Well, what were you
gonna do with her?

Take her back to London in the car.

- Oh, well, we'll all go together.
- What about me?

I'll let you worry
about that for a while.

Daphne, take your step-mother
to the car and Mrs Renter.

I have some business
to discuss with Mrs Gale.

I really don't understand.

Now, Mrs Gale,
your colleague's been taken care of.

I just want you to tell me
all you know about our organisation.

GUNSHOT FIRES

Keep an eye on your patient.

DISTANT GUNSHOTS
Oh!

Daphne?
You ever used a gun before?

- No.
- Well, have a go now.

And shoot if he moves.

GUNSHOT FIRES

BULLET RICOCHETS

GUNSHOT FIRES

Well, there won't be
much more of this for me.

After I've paid my poor
husband's death duties,

I shall only have 250,000 left,
give or take, 1,000.

Well, think of that clear
conscience, Mrs Renter.

I suppose so.

Still, it won't buy Champagne.

No, thank you, Mr Steed.
I must be off round the world.

Now, have I done everything?

I've said goodbye to Daphne,
sweet girl. Do keep an eye on her.

I think her father's in of trouble
with the police.

One thing, Mrs Renter.
That's why I asked you to come here.

You know those papers
of your husband that you found.

The letters you sent me?
- Oh, yes, I forgot to post them.

I was kept so busy when he died.

In one of those envelopes,
there were the plans I needed.

- Oh, I am glad.
- They've gone to New York.

The inventor's royalties on that
will all come to you,

will amount to around a million.

Dollars or pounds?

HE CHUCKLES
Er, pounds.

Oh, that is nice news.
It will be taxed, of course.

No way around that, don't suppose?

No. Oh, my taxi!

They charge by the minute,
you know. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs Renter.
HE CHUCKLES

Goodbye, Mrs Renter.
Have a lovely trip.

Thank you.

I'm glad they didn't
prefer charges against her.

It wouldn't be possible.
She'd never have understood.

You know, she wanted to take
Daphne on the trip.

But she wanted to stay
with her father for the trial.

Yeah, that's a couple of weeks ago.
I mean, ahead. I'm so sorry.

Ahead, yes.

I understand he's opening
Adelphi Park to the public.

Smart move.

Yeah.

We might, er,
have a little drive down there, eh?

They were very big, weren't they?

- What?
- Around that fountain thing.

They were very big girls.

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