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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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