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WATER SPLASHING

With or without?

With, please.

Thank you.

BELLS TOLLING OUTSIDE

What happened to the polo?

HE CHUCKLES

My two ponies took
a fancy to one another

and lost interest in the game.

Have you had a bath today?

About an hour ago.
What had you in mind?

I thought you might like
to take a Turkish one.

Why? Oh!

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Here. Oh, no, you take that
and I'll take that.

The Regency Turkish Baths.

Ladies only, Mondays and Thursdays.

So urgent,
why don't you go yourself?

Because today's Thursday.

Precisely.

A woman died there last night
and her name was Tu Hsiu Yung.

In common parlance that's known as

Beautiful Evergreen
of the House of Two.

- Died? How old was she?
- Twenty-two.

And physically A-1.

She suffocated in the steam cabinet.

That's impossible.

Quite.

What was Miss Tu doing in London?

Ever come across imitation products?

Yes. You mean, cigarette
lighters, fountain pens,

that sort of thing?
- That's right.

They're made in the Far East
with a British trademark.

Now, the main job
of imitation products

is patent medicines,
soap, cosmetics.

I expect you know that.
- Mm-hm.

Willis-Sopwith
Pharmaceuticals Limited.

Now they make cosmetics,
vanishing cream,

that sort of thing,
under the brand name Lilt.

But they use their
full company name Willis-Sopwith

for their patent medicines.

Stomach powders, cold cures,
that sort of thing.

Now, here's one
I expect you haven't seen.

CATHERINE:
What does the Arabic mean?

JOHN: Exactly same as
in English. Lilt Complexion Cream.

They design
special cartons and wrappers

for the overseas market.
- So this is for the North African

and Middle East markets?
- Yeah.

Now here's another one.

Lylt Complexion Cream.

Only the "Lylt" is spelt with a Y.

Yeah, to get through
the local copyright laws.

- Where's it made?
- Shanghai, Hong Kong, who knows?

But certainly not by Willis-Sopwith.

Now these Middle East traders,

they can get ten times more profit

than they would
of the legitimate article.

If the British manufacturers
brought down their prices,

that might ease the imitators
out of the market.

Then I suppose
price relates to quality.

Where does this, er,
Miss Beautiful Evergreen come in?

I think she was trying to find out
how the imitators operate.

We don't know what lead
brought her from Hong Kong

or who her contacts were.

I made an appointment for you.

Now you have to leave all your
valuables in the locker.

So should you have anything
in your garter, leave it here.

Where will you be? Gleneagles?

HE CHUCKLES

I shall be commiserating
with Willis-Sopwith

Pharmaceuticals Limited on their
trade losses in the Middle East.

Drive off.

See you at the 19th.

JOHN CHUCKLES

So you'll see Lilt Complexion Soap

continues to hold its own
against all competitors.

But if we turn...

..turn our attention
to our overseas sales,

the prospect is not so bright.

Despite protests to certain
Middle Eastern countries,

the open sale of
imitations of our goods

increases at an alarming rate.

INTERCOM BUZZES

Mr John Steed to see you, sir.

Yes.

Would you come
this way, please, sir?

Thank you very much.

Good morning. Give me those,
will you? And sit down, please?

JOHN SIGHS

Mr Steed of
the Overseas Export Board.

Is that right?
- Yes.

Have you any experience
in Middle Eastern markets?

It's my particular province.
Especially the postcards.

Yes, yes, quite.
HE CHUCKLES

What is it your people
think they can do for us?

We thought we might start by making

a thorough investigation
of all the complaints

of the people who are most
affected by the imitations.

Now, you're one of
the worst hit companies.

We thought we'd start with you.
- Don't you think

your time would be better spent
where the imitations are on sale?

We'll get to that in due course.

But first off, we'd like some
details from you to help us.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Would you like some coffee?

It's French. Rather filthy.

Since you put it like that,
no, thank you.

Over the past five years,

our sales have been
dropping everywhere

while the quality of
the imitated wrappers and cartons

becomes increasingly better.

We received a new one yesterday
from our sales manager in Jordan,

s-stomach powder carton.

And they're now using a cardboard
identical to ours.

Really? Could I see a specimen?

Yes, yes, yes.

It's with one of our
analytical chemists at the moment.

Two years ago,
we changed all our cartons,

but the imitators caught up with us
within three months.

MAN: Forgive me.

Could I have a word with you?

This is Mr Steed of
the Overseas Export Board.

My father, chairman of the company.

- Delighted.
- How do you do?

Was it important?

Only about that typist,
Miss what's-her-name.

GEOFFREY INHALES
Miss Fox.

Miss Fox. I hear
you've given her a week's notice.

I've told her time and again

to clean the teeth of her typewriter
after cutting stencils.

I will not have
shoddy correspondence

going out from this office.
It creates a bad impression.

No-one will notice if a salesman's
fingernails are clean,

but everyone will notice
if they're dirty.

- I see.
- Now, Mr Steed is here

about the imitations.
- Oh, really?

Have you any plans
for stopping them?

If we could get the imitators
out of our markets

for just three months,
I'm convinced that the customers

would become sufficiently discerning
to insist on the genuine product.

Now with that in view,
we've redesigned

our entire range of wrappers,
jackets, cartons

for the overseas markets.
- JOHN: Sounds a very good idea.

No doubt you would like
to see the new designs.

JOHN: Thank you.

Geoffrey, I thought we were keeping
them to ourselves for the moment.

Mr Steed is here to help us.

You say you're keeping it
to yourself.

How many people know about it?

The designer, of course.
But I know he's absolutely reliable.

The only other people,
apart from myself

are my father
and our secretary, Miss Dowell.

Now when they get printed,
it'll be behind locked doors.

So the first thing the imitators
will know about them

will be when they appear
on Middle Eastern markets.

And I would have thought that...

That's a very, very pleasing design.

Let's hope you can keep it secret.

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, it's you, Taylor.
You'd better come in.

- Have you got the photographs?
- Yes, they're in here.

TAYLOR: Yes, these should be
easy enough to reproduce.

Which letters do you
want changed this time?

None. You reproduce them
just like that.

What about the copyright laws?

When you start caring
about the law, that'll be the day.

Just like that. Do you understand?
An exact replica.

Do you want to know why?

No.

How do you get this effect?

Sort of splash work?

The girl leans against the sheet.

- How do you get the paint on?
- Off her.

There's a tub full of paint
in the next room.

She swims around in it first.

Ah. Here is my little mermaid.

- I'm off.
- Where?

You have finished, haven't you?

I said where?

To the Turkish Baths.

How else would I get
all this paint off me?

Turkish Bath, eh?

You say most of your customers
are regular visitors here?

Yes. Once they start coming here,

they like to drop in
at least once a week.

But this girl, Miss Tu,
she wasn't a regular?

No. I only saw her here once before.

Tell you a funny thing about her.

Her pores literally oozed paint.

You mean make-up?

No, paint, like you paint
a wall with or a picture.

All over her body.

First she'd use the shower.

Filthy mess she made of it, too.

Then she'd get the rest
of it out with the steam.

Wonder what some people get up to.

There you are, my dear. You're done.

Pity. Thank you.

There you have the full set
of our Black Museum.

It's a very clever imitation.
I must tell my people about it.

KNOCKS ON DOOR
Come in.

- Mr Geoffrey?
- Yes, Edwards?

Oh, Mr Steed, Mr Edwards.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

We opened up the imitation carton
we have from Jordan and found this.

Looks like a printer's trademark.

Oh, that's very clumsy of them.

May I?

Surely, these could have been
printed all over the world.

Yes, but I think the cardboard
was made in Britain.

So in fact the carton itself could
have been printed here.

That's very interesting.

I intend to make a more thorough
analysis of the cardboard.

We may be able to trace who made it.

That mark might lead us
to the printer who printed this.

Oh, exactly, sir.

Concentrate
on nothing else, Edwards.

And keep this strictly to yourself.

I've already told your father.

Oh, that's all right.

Well, I'd better
be getting off to lunch.

I've got an appointment.

Yes, of course.
Will we see you here again?

In the course of time.
You might let me know

about the further analysis
on that carton.

Mm-hm. We'll keep you informed.

Oh, I seem to have left
my gloves in there.

I'll look for you.

Thank you.

DOOR CLOSES

Oh, here they are all the time.

I had them with me.
I'm terribly sorry.

TELEPHONE RINGING

Hello?

Yes.

They found a printer's mark?

Well, that's for you to decide.
I'll deal with my end.

What?

Well, it is rather drastic,
isn't it?

Good afternoon.

I have an appointment
with Mr Geoffrey Willis.

Mrs Gale.
- Oh, yes, Mrs Gale.

I'll just see
if he's back from lunch.

One moment, please.
- Thank you.

Look, Johnson, if you can't get them
to meet our delivery dates,

tell them we'll take
our business elsewhere.

All right, all right, do that.
And call me back tomorrow morning.

Yes?

Mrs Gale is here to see you, sir.

Oh... Yes, all right.

In which case, I won't
have time to cope with these.

Put McKyver onto them.

And tell the... Thank you.

..the advertising manager
that I'd like him in this office

at three o'clock.

If he's managed to get back
from lunch by then.

Very well, sir.

Mr Willis is free now.
- Thank you.

- Hello.
- How do you do?

So nice of you to come.

Sit down here?
- Thank you.

Well, it isn't often we have
the pleasure of buyers coming to us.

More usually,
it's the other way around.

HE CHUCKLES

- Erm, would you like...
- No, thank you.

Now, I must say
I was very interested

to read about your
new branch in Cork.

Mr Willis, I'm here
under false pretences.

- Do go on.
- I'm not a buyer.

You see, my firm has been trying
to get in touch with you for months.

With an organisation this size,

I don't suppose our sales letters
have even reached your desk.

What is it you want to sell me?

Business efficiency.

Miss Dowell,
Mrs Gale is ready to leave now.

Will you show her out, please?

We've been studying some of
your internal administration.

And it's our view
that some aspects of it

are not up to date with the 1960s.

I'm really very busy.

These invoices of yours,
for example.

They require 23% more typing
than is absolutely necessary.

But with a layout like this,
as you can see,

the, erm, customer's address
need only be typed once.

Where did you get this
blank of our invoices?

Our business is efficiency.

Don't you think
our redesigning is better?

I admire the way you got in
to see me. I'll buy it.

That's only a beginning, Mr Willis.

Our firm does a complete job
or nothing.

Yes, I thought you'd say that.
What's the deal?

I'd like a free run
of your organisation.

Sales, accounts,
production for a month.

Then we'll put up to you
a completely objective

recommendation for reorganisation.

Our fee is 1,000 guineas.

Miss Dowell, show Mrs Gale
everything she wants to see.

Thank you.

Mrs Gale, do you know
why I'm hiring you?

Because I admire the way
you got in to see me.

You see, when my grandfather
started to make soap,

that was how he got in
to see his first client,

by pretending to be a buyer.

Actually, he mentioned it
in a book he once wrote.

The Craft Of Salesmanship?

I found it fascinating.

HE CHUCKLES

What is it you wanted
to see, Mrs Gale?

I'd like to see your
order forms, memo pads.

All your internal prints, in fact.

Yes, of course.
Would you come this way?

Thank you.

TYPEWRITER CLACKING

We keep a little
of everything in here.

The main bulk is in our stores
on the ground floor.

You'll find the light
switch up there on the right.

Thank you.

JOHN: Oh!

Pfft.

HE SNIFFS

HE SIGHS

I hate getting up in a hurry.

You hate getting up, period.

I can't think why you couldn't
let me know last night.

Oh!
- Cut yourself?

My shares have gone down
the third day running.

Bad luck.

If I'd known you were going
to be in this sort of mood,

I would've come around last night.
- I wish you had.

Do you think Edwards was
on to something?

He was their analytical chemist.

He discovered a printer's trademark
on that imitation carton.

Who had he told about it?

That's the whole point. Only myself

and the Willis-Sopwiths.

So one wonders who left Edwards...

..hanging in the cupboard.

The masseuse in the Turkish Bath
said something rather interesting.

You had a massage as well?

Yes, it was only
another 15 shillings.

The radiant heat
was a bit pricey, though.

Then, of course,
there were the tips.

And naturally I had to have
my hair done afterwards.

I shouldn't think it would come to
more than about £10, though.

Marvellous.

Well, I think I'll sell
my little shares now.

Anyway, she said...

The masseuse there...
- Who?

..that Miss Tu's pores
simply oozed paint.

Oh?

And while I was there,
another girl came in.

Somebody I thought I recognised.
- Who was she?

And she was covered in paint too.

A couple of years ago,
everybody knew who she was.

Look.

- The Lilt Girl.
- I shouldn't think

it'd be difficult to get hold
of her. Most models have agents.

HE SNAPS FINGERS
You look after her.

I've got an appointment
with the printer's association.

If we can find out who uses that
trademark, we're on our way.

TAYLOR:
I don't know how it happened.

Obviously, my trademark
goes on everything I print,

but not on the stuff we do in here.

Don't you watch what you print?

I can't have my eyes everywhere!

They must've put it on out of habit.

Well, just watch out it doesn't
happen a second time.

Oh, is this the artwork?
- Yes.

Yes, that looks all right.

Have you got the photographs?
- Over here.

Yes. Yes, that should do.

Everything's exactly the same.
Not one letter different.

But what happens
if the real stuff's there first?

It won't be.

Willis-Sopwith Pharmaceuticals
are going to have printer trouble.

Yes? Yes, thank you.
Yes, I've got a note of that.

Thank you.

Yes.

I'm sorry. Where were we?
- These salesman's report sheets.

I don't think all this
information is necessary.

For example, the exact time
he enters and leaves the shop.

Now does anybody do anything
with information like that?

KNOCKS ON DOOR
Come in.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

But I thought you ought to know,

Leeds say
they haven't started printing yet.

What?

Ugh...

Oh, the memo must have
gone astray somewhere.

When did we tell them
to start printing?

DOWELL: Tuesday of last week.

Get a copy of the memo
straight out to them by telex.

Has my father come in yet?
- Yes, sir.

Tell him I want to see him, please.

Another thing
I'd like to discuss with you is

the overlapping of responsibilities.

Oh, that certainly doesn't
apply here.

The matter is simply solved
by my doing all the work.

See, my father, when he drops in,

concerns himself solely
with our shareholders.

And with our typists,

and not necessarily even
in that order of priority.

Now then, you were talking
about these salesman's reports.

- Yes.
- Erm...

- I believe you wanted me?
- Speak of the devil.

Yes, I wanted to see you
about something important.

Oh, this is Mrs Gale. She's doing
a business efficiency job for us.

- How do you do?
- I'm delighted to meet you.

I've had some ideas myself

for increasing efficiency
around here.

Not that my son would be interested
in any ideas of mine.

I apologise for these interruptions,
Mrs Gale.

I would like
to have a word with my father.

Would you mind waiting
in his office?

Yes, of course.

Now, Father,
if you could spare a moment?

Shall we talk business?

Oh, I'm sorry. I was asked
to wait in here a few minutes.

Oh, that's all right.

You don't work here, do you?

Only as a consultant.

I thought I didn't recognise you.

Funny, I thought I knew you.

Oh, that's bad.

Faces wear out quickly in my work.

Of course, you were
the Lilt Girl, weren't you?

That's right. It was the worst thing
that ever happened to me.

Once you get identified
with one product like that,

no-one wants to use you any more.

- What are you doing now?
- Oh, I still do a bit of modelling.

That's me up there,
believe it or not.

Yeah, that's all right.

We'll start printing
tomorrow morning

as soon as the new card's delivered.

LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS

CATHERINE: You looked where?

Oh, the reading room? No,
I don't suppose he would be there.

All right, thank you.

Yes, would you ask him
to call home, please?

Thank you.

Oh, there you are.
I just called your club.

I've been visiting a printer.
Have a look at that.

It's the latest
Willis-Sopwith... design.

Now, only their printers
are supposed to know about it.

But I got that from another printer.

And it's an exact replica.

It's all tooled up to make
the Willis-Sopwith carton.

And even in Timbuktu,

they'd run into copyright trouble
if they tried to use this.

Any news about the Lilt Girl?

Yes, she's the current
girlfriend of John Willis,

the company chairman.

When she's not out
spending his money,

she models for an action painter.

Who provides the action?

That's his name and address.

I think I'll go and see him.

Aren't you going to eat first?

Breaking and entering,
better on an empty stomach.

Well, you're the expert.

Can you read Arabic?

No, but I know somebody who does.

Good. Get him round here
as soon as you can, tonight.

DOOR CLOSES

DOORBELL RINGS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Oh, why'd we come back here?

I thought we were going
to that new club.

Business before pleasure.

Well, you'd better all come in.

All right, Fay,
you'd better get us a drink.

Well, come on, show me!

An exact replica.
- Mm-hm.

Can you start printing tomorrow?

- Yeah.
- All right. As soon as you've got

something to show in colour,
I want specimens around here.

Why all the hurry?

Because this time,
we're working for somebody else

and the game's going
to be played a different way.

And are you going to make more
out of it this different way?

Honey, I'm gonna be rich.

Ooh, it sounds intriguing.
Tell me more.

You ever heard of Karim?

Karim? Who is she?

You're very funny.

It's a small country
the size of a postage stamp

and it's not worth much more.

That is, until oil was found there.

What's stomach powder
got to do with it?

The natives buy British
because Karim

used to be a British protectorate
until we gave it independence.

The king is pro-British
and so is his cabinet.

Another country
which shall be nameless

also wants the oil concession.

Certain politicians want
this certain other country

to get the concession.

And the way they intend to do it

is to make the mass
of people anti-British.

And the way they're
going to set about it

is to sell imitated British goods

such as stomach powder
and other medical products.

Only instead of stomach powder...

..it'll be poison.

The result?

A few thousand Karimites
bite the dust.

Those that are left...
pull down the Union Jack.

But some of the people
who die might be children!

They should worry.
In a dump like that,

they're only gonna be hungry
all their lives anyway.

Where are you going?
- Home!

I thought you said
you wanted to go to a club.

Not in your kind of money.

My money's as pure as driven snow.

The blood money doesn't
arrive until tomorrow.

GLASS SHATTERS

All right, you.

You better get me another drink.

Miss Dowell, where will I
find the dispatch department?

Take the lift to the basement

and turn right through
the double doors.

All right. Thank you.

DOWELL: Hello?

Oh, yes. I'm sure.
Mr Geoffrey will speak to you.

Yes. Would you hold on a minute?
I'll put you through.

Fergusson's buyer
on the phone, Mr Geoffrey.

Is Mr John Willis in?

Yes, he is, but he's not...

It's all right. He'll see me.

Now this is an unexpected pleasure.

Let me take your coat.
- Darling, I had to see you.

I rang you at home
and you'd already left.

Well, we're having
a shareholders' meeting soon.

What can I do for you?
- I want to talk to you about people

who imitate the things you make.

How did you know
anything about that?

I know everything about it,

and you're the only person
I can talk to.

MR WILLIS: Well, perhaps you'd
better tell me what you know.

FAY: 'This time they're not doing it
just to do you out a bit.

'They're going
to kill thousands of people!'

Mr Geoffrey available?

I'm sure he'll see you, Mr Steed.

Mr Steed to see you, sir.

Yes. Show him in, please.

Excuse me, Mr Geoffrey.

I'm afraid I've got rather
a headache coming on.

Would it be all right
if I took some time off

to get some fresh air?

Of course.

And if you don't feel better,
take the rest of the day off.

Thank you.

She's been with me for seven years.

This is the first time
she's asked for time off.

My goodness. You're very fortunate.
Hard to find, the healthy kind.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Mr Willis, have you any other ideas
as to why Edwards did it?

Well, according
to my personnel manager,

he'd had a lot of trouble at home.

Doesn't it strike you as odd?

Edwards, who was a scientist with
many other means at his disposal,

should choose to hang himself
in a stationery cupboard?

I don't know.

He'd just found
that printer's trademark.

That trademark could lead us

to whoever is imitating
your product.

Someone had to stop him.

Oh, you think he was murdered?

I do.

Well, I don't know
that I'm the best person

for you to talk to about it, Fay.
- You mean you're not

going to do anything?
- I didn't say that!

It's just that, well, I'll...

I have to think about it.
SHE SCOFFS

This painter chap,
why did he tell you all this?

I can't think
why you told her all that.

I don't we should ever
have employed you.

Now, listen, I've been
very useful to you!

Yes, but you wouldn't have
any of this if it wasn't for us.

And you won't keep it
if you go on talking so much!

All right, all right.
So what do you want me to do?

Look up a few telephone numbers
in that little black book of yours

and see if you can find
a new girlfriend for Mr John Willis.

Because he's going to need one.

This key, that door.

Do you usually help yourself
to other people's money?

If petty cash is gone,
they'll expect it's burglars.

Ah!

TOOLS CLANGING

INDISTINCT CLICK

What are you doing here?

Oh!

SHE GRUNTS

ATTACKER GRUNTS

ATTACKER GRUNTS

I wonder whose friends they were.

Not mine.

You should go to your local butcher.

You'll need more than eye shadow
on that in a couple of hours.

WOMAN WHIMPERING

- Oh, what happened?
- Just an accident.

Oh, dear.

Well, sit down, Mrs Gale.
I'll be with you in a moment.

Thank you.

- Thank you.
- I just dropped in to say

we're going to start preparing
your draft report now,

so I won't be getting under
your feet for the next few days.

Oh, we'll miss you.

I'll be very interested
to see what you have to say.

Probably found plenty of dead wood
to cut away from this organisation.

No, I'd say you were fairly well
up to date in most departments.

I should think our chief criticism

is going to be the amount of work
that falls on your shoulders.

Yes. Well, I'm afraid
that just can't be helped.

My father shows no interest
any more.

Oh, sorry. I thought you were alone.

Well, Mrs Gale is just going.
Was it personal?

Er, not necessarily.

Mr Steed?
Where can I get hold of him?

I can't find this Overseas
Export Board in the telephone book.

No, it's a new
government department.

But I think he'll be
coming in sometime today.

What did you want to see him about?

Oh, nothing, really.

I shall be in most of
the day if you want me.

I just wanted to have
a little chat with him.

Yes, all right.

Miss Dowell,
if Mr Steed comes in today,

tell him I want to see him.
Urgently.

Absolutely fascinating,

the impetus that you
throw into your work.

Yes. Well, not everybody
appreciates that.

I mean, if you haven't been
three years at an art school,

you're nothing.
JOHN CLICKS TONGUE

You're not carnated.
You're not embodied.

Do you know what I mean?

Carnated, exactly, hmm.

My people,
they're simple people, you know.

They don't subscribe
to these prejudices.

They want me to be able
to reassure them

that your work is
genuine expressionism.

And not, how shall I put it, just...

- Novelty.
- Hmm, exactly.

If I would out only to make money,

I would have switched over
to formalism, wouldn't I,

instead of having to find
other sources of income

because my art doesn't pay.

Your other sources of income
appear to be very lucrative.

Just who are your people?

What Lord Beaverbrook
is to New Brunswick,

I am to Reykjavik.
A work of dedication.

Hmm. Do you use a model?

Or is all this inspired from within?

I use a model, yes.

In fact, up until yesterday,

I had a very intelligent girl
working for me.

You see, with my kind of work,

you need two intelligences
flowing together.

Two intelligences?

Hmm.

Oh, you say you had a model, eh?

Yes, well, she's not
working for me any more.

You could say I'm in the market
for another girl.

Yes, you could say that.

How extraordinary.

I met a model
coming down on the boat.

Right down from the Arctic.
Called her my Snow Queen.

She wanted work. Name is Catherine.

She sounds fascinating.

You mean that? Good.

She must have, er, flavour.

- Flavour?
- Yes. That I do insist on.

Well, I suppose she has flavour.

I hadn't thought of her
in that light.

She's a very elegant young lady,
if sartorially a little avant garde.

It's all the same. We all have
our own little foibles, don't we?

We do indeed.

Don't you worry, Mr Leeson.

I'll get your pictures
shown for you.

Huh! Our people will make you
the toast of Reykjavik.

Huh!

Send the little lady around, eh?

Yes. Do that, Mr Steed.

Oh, er, where's my son?

I'm afraid I don't know, sir.

Is there something I can do?

No, thank you. It was private.

When is Mr Steed arriving?

- You wanted me?
- Oh, yes.

I'll tell Mr Geoffrey
that you're here.

Thank you very much.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES
Mr Steed, I want to talk to you.

A friend of mine has disappeared.

She was supposed to meet me
late last night at my house.

Since then, I've telephoned
her flat several times.

Surely, missing people
are a job for the police?

Ah, but I think
this may concern you.

You see, yesterday
she told me something

of the people who are
imitating our products.

I see. You better tell me
everything you know.

Well, come into my office.

What's her name?

MR WILLIS: 'I'm afraid I can't
disclose that, Mr Steed.

'You see, our relationship
is rather intimate.'

JOHN: 'If you want me to help you,

'you must tell me
everything you know!'

What do you mean, she got away?
DOORBELL RINGS

Well, listen, you were
supposed to keep her there

until we had time to question her.

Now, if she's got out, that's
your problem. Now find her!

DOORBELL RINGS

- CATHERINE: Mr Leeson?
- Yes.

I understand
you're looking for a model.

I'm looking for a model.

My name is Catherine Gale.

Mr Steed said I might come
and talk to you.

- Oh, yes, the buyer from Reykjavik.
- Yes.

Well, you'd better come in.

Thank you.

What a fascinating room.

Have you ever
modelled before, Catherine?

Yes, but not for some time,
I must admit.

Enjoyable work is hard
to come by these days.

There are so few good artists now.

Well, I'll get you a drink and
then I'll put you in the picture.

- What do you know about Leeson?
- Very little.

Fay used to model
for him occasionally.

I don't know why.
She didn't have to.

I always gave her
everything she wanted.

Why'd she go there?
Was she having an affair with him?

I don't think so.

Despite the difference in our ages,

I believe
she's genuinely fond of me.

I think your only interest isn't
getting your girlfriend back.

You're not telling me everything.

- You don't have to...
- If they found out

Fay told you about Leeson,
you'll both be in danger.

Danger? I don't want anything
to happen to her.

I'm afraid it may be too late
to be concerned for her.

Very well. What do you
want to know, Mr Steed?

Somebody's been sending information
out of these offices.

- I believe so.
- I want you to tell me who it is.

Oh, Mr Geoffrey? Mr Steed is here.

He's talking to your father.

Thank you.

And Mr Geoffrey?

I'm afraid I've got
another headache coming on.

Oh, dear.

Well, you better get some
fresh air then, hadn't you?

Nasty things, headaches.

I get ideas suddenly
like electric shocks.

And I see all the world
in different forms.

A bicycle chain,
a woman's scarf, a broken belt.

And I try and get all
these things into a collage.

The whole world... in a frame.

What's this?

This is another and most important
form of my self-expression.

This is where you come in.

The model is terribly important
in this kind of work.

The oils and the quality of the skin
must be simpatico.

Otherwise,
the whole thing is disaster.

Yes. It may well be.

You'll hardly learn anything about
business efficiency here, Mrs Gale.

Have you come to roll in
the oils as well, Miss Dowell?

I'm here on business.

Then I'll leave you to talk.

HE GRUNTS

Let him go, Mrs Gale.

DICTAPHONE CLICKING

KNOCKING ON DOOR

It's all right. I've just
turned it off from outside.

So no-one will hear us.

Hear us?

I couldn't find one with a silencer.

Oh, dear. What a pity.

I could.

SILENCED GUNSHOT FIRES

Don't you think it'd be a good idea
to be sober when he gets here?

Miss Dowell, I'm celebrating.

Don't you ever celebrate?

Well, I don't count my chickens,
if that's what you mean.

Wouldn't you like just
a little something?

You'll need to be fortified when
they start asking you questions.

DOORBELL RINGS

Answer that.

- Who's she?
- An uninvited guest.

- Oh?
- Not that you're really interested.

You just want to know
where the money is.

Only you don't like to ask.
Isn't that right?

No.

Where is the money, Miss Dowell?

It'll be here soon.

I don't think Taylor
ought to get any.

After all, he's been
a very naughty boy

letting Fay run away like that.

Oh, shut up.

Have you brought the carton?
- Yes. Here you are.

Would you like a drink?

No, he does not want a drink.

And neither do you.

Oh, all right.
We'll all be miserable together.

- Where did you get this?
- What's the matter with it?

It's an exact replica
just like you said.

Do you know what this Arabic means?

- Well, of course not.
- Well, I do.

"Poison. This is an imitation.

"Danger of instant death."

They must have switched
the printing plates.

Probably the same time
they found Fay.

How many of these have you printed?

About 20,000.

They've already been
shipped out, too.

- What?
- Oh, you have been a naughty boy.

That's nothing to joke about.

The man we work for
doesn't tolerate mistakes.

He's not been very impressed
with your work recently.

If anything else goes wrong,
we shall all be in trouble.

Well, then let's get out of here.

How can we? He has the money.

Just a minute.

Don't tell me this man
can read Arabic, too.

So why don't we wait
till he shows up,

and take our money and then go?

Yes. He'll be none the wiser.

We could be out of the country
before he finds out.

No. I've got
a better idea than that.

When he gets here,

he'll have collected
the money from the embassy.

So he'll have his share
with him as well as ours.

If we want any real money,
we must take everything.

- Oh.
- TAYLOR: What do you mean?

We'll shoot him.

And then we'll plant the gun
and some money on Mrs Gale.

We're on the fourth floor
here, aren't we?

Yes.

When the police find her,

they'll think that she shot him

and then fell trying to escape.

- Don't like it.
- Oh, Shut up!

Why should it worry you?

You don't even know this man.

All you have to do
is open the door to him.

Leeson and I will do
everything else.

He'll be here in a minute.

Come on.

Come and give me a hand.

DOORBELL RINGS

That will be him! Quickly! Come on!

Oh, yes, of course. Please come in.

Thank you very much. I came
about a picture I was buying.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'm afraid Mr Leeson
might be quite some time.

Perhaps you could call back later.
- Not to worry.

I'm very happy to wait for him.

A pleasing vista. Huh.

A feast for the eye.

TAYLOR GRUNTS

GUNSHOT FIRES
DOWELL GRUNTS

All right, over there.

You do very well with your
hands tied behind your back.

And a patch over one eye.
HE CHUCKLES

There you are, Samson.

That'll stand you in good stead
for the journey, won't it?

Will you thank John
for letting me stay here?

He's been more than kind.
- Yes, of course.

What time does your plane go?

2.15.
TELEPHONE RINGS

He should have been here by now.

Hello?

Oh, thank you, Parkins.

Your taxi's here.
- Thanks.

I do hope the job goes well.

I love Paris. It'll be nice
to get back to work again.

Hello, John.
- Just off, my dear?

Yes. Thank you for everything.

My pleasure. Goodbye.

Bon voyage, Samson.

Fore!

Come along, come along.

The clubs are in the car.

What enthusiasm.

I've reduced my handicap to 24.

That's good.

- What's yours?
- Twelve.

Twelve

Yes, but I have got
another handicap.

Oh, that might bring us up to par.

HE CHUCKLES

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