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WATER FLOWING

DOOR OPENS

BRIEFCASE CLICKS

DOOR OPENS

Here we are, Your Excellency,

the penthouse suite.

You'll find your luggage
in your room.

Thank you.

This is really most pleasant,
Mrs Gale.

Mellor, don't you agree?
- Quite superb, sir. Quite.

There's a marvellous view
of the city from the terrace.

Ah. Morigny '27. Very good.

With the compliments of the hotel.

We hope you'll enjoy your stay.

We are sure, Mrs Gale,

that with someone
as charming as yourself

we shall have a delightful time.

Thank you.

Ali.

Oh, Mellor, get rid of that case.
- Yes.

And now, Mrs Gale, the view.

Certainly.

Ah, London.

It is the most reassuring of cities.
- Yes.

There are many places
I'd like to visit,

but I don't think I'd like
to live anywhere else but here.

We are sure, Mrs Gale,

that everyone feels so
about his own country.

Come.

If the food is as breath-taking
as that view, Mellor,

we shall be more than content.

His Excellency prides himself
on being something of a gourmet.

I don't think Your Excellency
will be disappointed.

All right, Mellor,
get yourself a drink.

Thank you, sir.

We've placed the penthouse kitchens
entirely at your disposal,

and the three chefs we've engaged
are among the finest in the world.

Who are they?

Lucien Champee, Umberto Aicqui,
and Sebastian Stone-Martin.

Umberto Aicqui? Ah.

- You've heard of him?
- His pastas are world-famous.

And Lucien Champee...

Is a pastry cook.

But I don't know
this Sebastian Stone-Martin.

He's English, Your Excellency,
a chef des viandes.

I think you'll find him excellent.
- If you say so, Mrs Gale.

So, to a pleasant stay.

To your very good health.

To you both.

HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH

ITALIAN ACCENT: Watch what you do!
This wood, she's a-valuable.

- So is my neck, huh?
- Ah! Instant cake mixer.

What you say,
you 19th century spaghetti maker?

Dignity, gentlemen, dignity.

Let us remember where we are.

I know where I am. London's finest.

Ice water and television
in every room.

But in here, that stove, huh?

To each his own, Lucien,

but, Umberto,

do try and keep your wood
out of the way.

All right, all right, all right!

Let me introduce you
to our new chef des viandes.

Sebastian.

Coming, Mr Arbuthnot.

HE SIGHS APPRECIATIVELY

- Er, this is...
- I'm Umberto Aicqui.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

And your stove.

Yeah, she's a thing of beauty, eh?

HE CHUCKLES
She's different.

- I'm Lucien Champee.
- I'm Sebastian Stone-Martin.

All right, get on with your work.
Is the gateau almost finished?

I still have one
or two things to do.

- Why, is he here?
- He's just arrived.

Well, he'll have to wait.
This is very intricate.

Somebody's birthday?

Royalty.

Really?

The Emir Abdulla Akaba,
a barrel of oil a second.

And at least one bullet a week.

Why, it's one of the hazards
of his profession.

Oh, such impatience!
I don't understand.

- What do you mean, impatient?
- Well, he's an old man,

and he's very sick.

Now, Umberto,
that's backstairs gossip.

All right,
so you tell me why he's here?

A simple checkup.

With Dr Spender?

One of the world's best
heart specialists?

Well, he can afford the best.

Huh! He may need the best.

Oh, really, same old pantomime?

Now, would you tell the Emir

that Sir Ralph Spender is here
and would like to see him?

Sir Ralph,
how nice to see you again.

Brigadier.

I'm sorry about Ali,

but as you know,
we can't be too careful.

Well, you seem to forget that my job
is to keep the Emir alive.

- Yes, of course.
- Well, how is he, by the way?

- See for yourself.
- Mm.

Very good, Your Excellency.

Ah, our dear Spender.

How nice.
DOOR CLOSES

It's always a pleasure
to see Your Excellency.

And a surprise?

And now you're being unkind.

Er, this is Mrs Gale.

She's what the hotel calls
our social director.

Sir Ralph Spender.

- How do you do?
- Mrs Gale.

Sir Ralph
and his fellow practitioners

have been prophesying
my death for years,

but we still manage to defy them.

And more power to you for it.

But I do think...
- Don't.

I'll tell you
when to be professionally grave.

Hmm.

Mellor, a glass of champagne
for the doctor.

- For you, Mrs Gale?
- No, thank you.

- Your Excellency?
- Brandy, of course.

Mrs Gale,
we should like to see the chefs.

Yes, of course, Your Excellency.

If you'll excuse me,
I'll fetch them.

Spender, bring your drink
and come and see this view.

It really is superb.

It's rather a stiff one, isn't it?

I'm afraid that's the way
he likes them.

Oh.

You shouldn't, you know?

So you have been
telling us for years.

And so has your religion.

Well, what is it?

A recurrence
of the old trouble, hmm?

I am afraid so.

Then why the devil didn't you come
and see me earlier?

And raise the alarm, doctor?

We would rather die.

A vintage burgundy,
the company of a beautiful woman,

and a boeuf bourguignon.

That's my recipe
for a perfect evening.

Mm!

Now, we'll let that get on with it
for a little while, eh.

Eh, where were you
before you come here?

Maria Cristina, in Mexico City.
Do you know it?

Langostinos con mantequilla.

That's it,
crayfish cooked in butter.

Ah, delicious, served with a good,
dry French wine.

Perhaps Chevalier-Montrachet, '52.

Exactement.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

We are to be presented to the Emir.

The cake is not ready yet.

Oh, will you be long?

One minute, maybe two.

Well, while we're waiting,
Mr Arbuthnot,

I might as well tell you
how the routine's going to work.

Now, the menus will be planned
a day in advance,

and the day's catch of meat,
fish and so on selected

will be kept in the food locker
in your office until required.

Under lock and key, of course.

You think I maybe go to steal
a steak, huh?

The cabinet must be kept locked,
I'm afraid,

but I'm sure the key
will always be available to you.

Yes, I shall have it.

And incidentally, Mrs Gale,

please feel free to use my office
as and when you wish.

Thank you.

Dishes must be prepared
without the assistance

of any other member
of the kitchen staff.

And when the dish is ready,

it must to be shown to you,
Mr Arbuthnot,

before it goes to the Emir's table.

Oh, yes,
I shall supervise everything.

But why all this nonsense, Mrs Gale?

Orders, Umberto.

Now, Umberto...

..royal personages are entitled

to the utmost courtesy
and consideration.

Yeah, what you mean is if he eats
a piece of that cake and then dies,

we'll know who's to blame, eh?

Oh, really, you talk as though
someone were trying to poison him.

They haven't done too well
with bullets, have they?

Eh, voila.

- Here, what the devil?
- MELLOR: Ali!

HE COUGHS

Oh.

What was this for?

For me.

Are you sure
it was not meant for me?

Oh, well, of course not.

Then why be so surreptitious?

I don't like to advertise the fact
that I suffer from heartburn.

It doesn't encourage my patients
to have any confidence in me.

Look here,
if your heavy-fisted guard

is going to molest me any further,

you can get yourself another doctor.

Then let us see
if one will be necessary.

Such vigilance
is unfortunately necessary.

We live under the constant threat
of assassination.

Well, your politics
are no concern of mine.

No.

Only my health.

Er, Mrs Gale?

Your Excellency,
I have the chefs waiting.

Ah!

May I present Mr Arbuthnot,
our master chef.

Your Excellency.

And what is your specialty?

Poisson. Truite a la normande.

A good bouillabaisse?

Of course, Your Excellency.

Good.

And you are?

Sebastian Stone-Martin,
Your Excellency, chef des viandes.

Canard a l'orange?

And faisan a la languedocienne.

Ah, that we must have.

As Your Excellency pleases.

And you are Umberto Aicqui?

Yes, Your Excellency.

Lasagne, cannelloni, ravioli.

Fettuccine, tagliatelle.

Ah, delicious.

Ahem!

Your Excellency.
- Yes, doctor?

Might I suggest that
you confine yourself to a light diet

until I have completed
my examination?

Well, gentlemen,
it must be as the doctor commands.

CART ROLLING
And what is this?

ARBUTHNOT: A small token

..of our high esteem,
Your Excellency.

This is magnificent.

The work of an artist.

Lucien Champee.

I congratulate you.

Merci, monsieur.

It is permitted?

I don't think that that could cause
any irreparable harm.

A knife then. Who has a knife?

Your Excellency.

Oh, hello, Mrs Gale.

Hello, Josie,
what are you doing here?

Waiting for Mr Arbuthnot.

He's still up in the penthouse?
Did you want something?

Well, you see,
I've run out of silver polish,

so I needs a bit more.

What about all this?

Ah, yes,

but I won't want to take that
without asking, now would I?

No, I'm sure you wouldn't.

Here.

I'll take full responsibility.

SHE EXHALES
Thanks.

CATHERINE CLEARS THROAT

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Allow me.

Enjoying your... Enjoying yourself?

I'm having a marvellous time.

Ticking off foodstuff in the kitchen

is something I've always
wanted to do.

Ah!

It's fascinating,

especially when you know
it's in the national interest.

All right then, that's why
I asked you to take on the job.

You were very convincing.

Middle East ferment,
balance of power,

essential oil supplies
for the Western world.

And a new contract being negotiated
by the British government.

And what was that last
piece de resistance,

the touching bit,

about the poor old man
fighting a lone battle?

I wasn't joking. He is alone.
He's surrounded by enemies.

I'm not surprised.

He's an ill-tempered, vain,
selfish old devil.

His personality isn't important.

- Ah, but his oil wells are.
- Now look here,

this thing could blow up
in our faces if he's assassinated.

That's not likely to happen
with laughing boy around.

- Ali?
- Mm.

You know what happened to Spender.

Yeah, you can't even take an aspirin
in the royal presence

without being suspected
of assassinating him.

Hey, come on, we better keep going.

Come.

HE SIGHS

Sebastian Stone-Martin.
Where'd you get that name?

I got it from a bird.

MELLOR: Ali.

Take this to the kitchen.

Deliver it to Lucien.
No-one else, remember?

To Lucien.

Now, gentlemen, this evening,

His Excellency
will take vichyssoise,

a sole a la bonne femme,

a small filet mignon,

medium, Sebastian.
- Yes, Mr Arbuthnot.

A salad with a Roquefort dressing,
which I shall prepare,

and a crepe suzette.

Hey, no pasta, no ravioli?

Ah, an intelligent man,
the Emir, eh?

ARBUTHNOT: Right?

Now, if you'll come with me,

I'll give you
the various ingredients.

All right, Mrs Gale?

Yes, it's all there, Mr Arbuthnot.

You've got tonight's menu?
- Just starting.

- Good, the key's in the drawer.
- Oh, thank you very much.

Right?

Oh, thank you, Ali.

Josie.
- Yeah?

Oh, wait a minute.

Take this, will you, Josie?

No! To Lucien. I take.

Oh, well, suit yourself.

Down there.

Ah, you can leave it there.

Well, that's where he works.
You can leave it there. It's OK.

So, what's the matter,
something wrong with it?

- No.
- Oh!

All right, you can leave it there.
He'll get it.

All this fuss for a lousy cake.

Hey, Umberto, come on with me.
I'm on me break, OK?

No, no, no.
Now first you come here, come here.

Here, you clean that.

All right.

HE SINGS

Quelle desastre.

MOCKING: Quelle desastre.

Who brought this down here?

- That man.
- What man?

That man from the Emir.

Where's the cover at?

Josie's got it.
I told her to clean it.

- You did what?
- It was dirty.

You had no right.
The cake will dry out!

They ate all they wanted,
so what's the matter?

You have no right to do that to me.

Oh, never,
I don't do anything for you again.

Never, never, never.

There! Now it's covered.
Are you happy?

I've taken enough from you, you...
you Italian spaghetti maker.

ARBUTHNOT CLAPS HANDS
Temperament, temperament, please.

HE MUTTERS IN FRENCH

It was a lousy cake anyway!

Now, look here, Umberto,

we cannot keep having
these temperaments.

Fingers, fingers, please.

Lucien, I want a word with you.

Now, look,
I know it was horribly mean of him,

but you mustn't take it to heart,
Lucien.

Why not? It was my cake.
He should not interfere.

Now, look, there's work to be done.

The Emir's dinner.

- Mellor.
- Sir?

What time is our appointment
with Spender?

Ten o'clock tomorrow morning,
Your Excellency.

Then a good night's sleep
would be politic.

Possibly.

This view is even more
magnificent by night.

We recommend it to you, Mellor.

Solitude... is good for the soul.

Good night, Your Excellency.

Lunch today,

His Excellency has decided
to have grapefruit Chopin.

- Yes.
- Cannelloni.

Ah-ha!

A salad
with a thousand island dressing.

Yes.

- And flambe bananas.
- Yes.

Where's Lucien?

He went to the...

He went to the bakery, Mr Arbuthnot.

Oh, really,
this is most inconsiderate of him.

How am I to issue the supplies if...

Bananas, Mr Arbuthnot.

- JOSIE: There you are.
- Oh, later, Josie, later.

No, this is important.
Not the guest for once.

I happen to be in the middle
of a staff meeting.

Yeah, but somebody's broke
into the cleaning room.

I don't c... They what?

Yeah, last night it must've been.
Broke in.

What's missing?

Nothing I don't think.

- Don't you know, girl?
- No.

You'll have to excuse me, Mrs Gale.

Yes, of course.

What about the supplies,
Mr Arbuthnot?

Oh. Oh, yes.

Would you mind, Mrs Gale?

Erm,
I shall probably be all morning.

Not at all.

Go on, girl.

Well, Umberto,
what can I supply you with?

Er, later, Mrs Gale.

First I got to light my oven.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Seems strange someone broke
into the cleaning room

without taking anything.

There's nothing to take.

It's just a room
where they clean things.

Then why did they break in?

MELLOR:
Doctor's orders, Your Excellency.

He said you had to drink this

as soon as you got back
from the hospital.

I've tentatively planned
on going to the theatre this evening

with some friends, sir.

May I have your permission?

Oh!

Your Excellency?

Dispose of this!

We... We might reconsider.

Certainly, sir.

HE SIGHS
X-rays, blood tests, cardiographs.

It's not a problem, Mellor,
of holding our country together.

The difficulty... is holding this.

We should have drunk that.

The doctor ordered it.

It was your duty to see that we did.

LOUDLY: Why did you not do so?

But, Your Excellency...

Are you a loyal servant
or are you not?

Out!

Yes, Mrs Gale.

How many will there be
for dinner tonight, Your Excellency?

Mellor.

What did you say just now?

Your Excellency?

About going out?

I said I'd like to be gone
all the evening, sir.

Very well, Mellor. You may go.

Thank you, sir.

All right! That is all!

Yes, Mrs Gale.

It seems I shall be dining alone
this evening.

Very good, Your Excellency.

Hello, Sir Ralph.
- Mrs Gale.

How did it go this morning?

Oh, much as I expected.

He's a very sick man, you know.

You knew that
before he made the trip, didn't you?

Oh, yes, yes.
He's been ill for years.

What exactly is wrong with him?

Well, it might be easier to tell you
what isn't wrong with him.

Trouble is
he won't look after himself

and he won't even listen.

He would have died years ago
if it hadn't have been for Mellor.

Mellor's half English, isn't he?

Yes, from his father.

Do you know Mellor was on the staff
when I first attended the old boy.

That was years ago.

How he sticks it,
I really don't know.

The Emir treats him abominably.

Will you excuse me?
- Yes, of course.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Ali.

DOOR CLOSES

Well, doctor?

It's not good, sir.

We didn't expect it to be.

Well, there have been instances
of marked deterioration

during the last year.

What instances?

Well, the condition
of your arteries, for example,

and the liver.

And what does
the good doctor recommend?

More of that foul-tasting concoction

we were supposed
to take this morning.

Was supposed to take?

We had Mellor throw it away.

HE GROANS

You know,

I don't much mind
wasting my time with you.

I've known you a good many years.

But you are throwing away your life,
my friend.

You need rest.

Why don't you abdicate?
Let one of your sons take over.

Heavens above,
you've got enough of them.

You are forgetting something,
Doctor.

While we live, we rule.

That is the law in our country.

Then your reign is drawing
rapidly to its close.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

A bulletin will shortly be issued...

..stating that
after extensive medi...

medical examinations,

His Excellency
the Emir Abdulla Akaba

has been pronounced physically fit.

What?

Physically fit.

I hope you don't expect me
to sign it.

HE SCOFFS
No, doctor.

It's a political document,
not a certificate of health.

So you see,
it doesn't matter what you say.

I am fit.

Will you...
dine with me this evening?

Mellor is going out,

and I don't much care to be alone.

Besides, we would like to discuss
with you these deteriorations.

I should be delighted.

Good.

That is truly disgusting.

What is it, for the cat?

It's for cannelloni,
food for the gods.

And for men, not decadent
egg-white whippers like yourselves.

That an elephant could make.

This requires genius.

This is for cream puffs
like Arbuthnot.

IMITATES ARBUTHNOT: Oh, it's lovely,
Mr Lucien, it's beautiful.

HE GROANS

Better you should put the cannelloni
on the fire than the log.

Ignorant almond dicer!

One day I...
I burn you to a crisp in there.

Oh, la la la la!

Don't leave all this lying about,
Umberto.

In one minute, you can put it away.
I'm nearly finished.

- Where's the key?
- You gave it to Mrs Gale.

Oh, yes, of course, so I did.

Mr Arbuthnot,

what is the Emir having
for dinner tonight?

Le faisan a la languedocienne.
Sebastian will make it.

Suddenly, there was none of this
imperial "we" stuff any more.

Just a lonely old man
not wanting to be alone.

Old fraud, you mean?
Mellor's always with him.

Not tonight.
He's going to the theatre.

- Is he?
- Mm.

Hates being alone,

yet despises
and distrusts everyone around him.

He's as much afraid of them
as they are of him.

Yes, but he goes
to such ridiculous lengths.

In what way?

Well, he's known Spender
for about ten years,

yet Ali always frisks him

before allowing him
into his presence.

Poor Ali would frisk his own father.

Yes, but he acts on orders.

Trouble is he carries them
to such ridiculous lengths.

Yesterday, for example,

Ali had to bring the cake trolley
down to the kitchen.

He would not part with it
until he handed it over to Lucien.

- Really?
- Mm.

Look out.

Oh, forgive me, Mrs Gale,
have you the key to the cupboard?

- Oh, yes, here it is.
- Thank you.

By the way, have you seen Sebastian?

Er, excuse me.

He's in the kitchen.

Sebastian.

Coming, Mr Arbuthnot.

Anything I can do for you,
Mr Arbuthnot?

What are you doing?

The Emir's having
the faisan this evening.

Good!

Well, was anything taken
from the cleaning room?

Not a thing, thank goodness.

I don't mind what they take
from the silverware storage room.

That's not my responsibility.
The cleaning room cupboard is.

Anyway, nothing was taken.

I'm so busy.

I wouldn't be too sure if I was him.

Keep an eye on things.
I'll have a word with Josie.

Right.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

What can I do for you, then?

- Are you Josie?
- Yes.

I've heard a good deal about you.

- Have you now?
- Yes, I have.

Can you do me a small favour?

That depends what it is, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Er, there was a cake tray
brought in last evening.

Brought in here? I brought it in.

- You did, where is it?
- Yeah, it's over there.

Great heavy thing.

Oh! Yeah.

Hey, who are you then, eh?

I'm the Emir Akaba's Grand Vizier.

Really? What's that about?

When'd you clean it?

Last night, of course.

- Thoroughly?
- Yeah.

- Inside and out?
- Mind your own business.

HE WHISTLES

Do you mind?

She only started to develop
when she took up weightlifting.

I tell you, it's all in there.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES
You fellas are all the same.

THEY SPEAK INAUDIBLY

HE GRUNTS

Stupendissimo.

All right, all right.

Umberto, we can't keep
royalty waiting, you know.

You can't hurry cannelloni.

All right,
let's have it on the tray.

All right, now go back
and let's have a look.

You know, Umberto, these clothes
should be changed twice a day.

Oh, twice a day, twice a day.

Now, is it ready?

Now I'm ready.

Right.

HE GRUNTS

Oh! The Emir's lunch.

IN COCKNEY ACCENT:
You great big, steamin' mick!

Oh!

Get out, Sebastian.

Umberto, clean this up.

HE YELLS

METAL CLANGS

Ah.

Cannelloni, gentlemen?

JOHN: No, Your Excellency.

Poached eggs?

There was an accident in the kitchen
a few minutes ago, Your Excellency,

due entirely to my negligence,

and your cannelloni
was the casualty.

I... I'm very sorry.

So are we.

You are to prepare the faisan
a la languedocienne for tonight?

- Yes, he is...
- Yes, I am, Your Excellency.

My specialty.
- Then we shall not

pronounce sentence on you for this

until we have tasted the pheasant.

So, your fate is in your own hands.

Your Excellency is most generous.

Oh, yes, indeed, Your Excellency.

Most generous indeed,
Your Excellency.

Yes, indeed. You may go, Sebastian.

If you'll excuse me,
Your Excellency,

I'll give the flambe bananas
safe conduct from the kitchen.

That might be wise.

They are coming up,
and he is going down.

Was anything wrong
with the cannelloni?

I don't know.
I was prepared to risk it.

Something came down from
the penthouse in that cake cover.

- To Umberto?
- No, I don't think it was for him.

Wasn't he alone in the kitchen
when the trolley came down?

It wouldn't have been necessary
to have gone in the cleaning room.

He could've taken
whatever it was in the kitchen.

- Lucien.
- The trolley was intended for him

but it could just
as easily be Arbuthnot.

Who sent it down?

One of the upstairs brigade.

The point is, what is it?

- Poison?
- Variety?

It'd have to be tasteless
and odourless,

otherwise you'd spot it at once.

Unless it tasted exactly
like something else.

- Such as?
- Mushrooms.

HE CHUCKLES

Mm! Delicious.

Mellor.
- Sir?

We want this recipe.

Yes, sir.

Well, now, man!

Come with me.

Mm.

The cannelloni, was it an accident?

- Who can say? It looked like it.
- Where are the mushrooms now?

In Arbuthnot's office
locked in the cupboard.

- Will they be used tonight?
- But, of course.

Sebastian will need them
for the faisan.

Good.

But the doctor is dining
with him tonight.

Then he must die as well.

When do I get my money?

It's not all here.
- No.

You'll get the other half

when you've removed
what remains of the mushrooms.

- But that was not in the agreement.
- It is now.

They must be removed
from the cupboard tonight.

- How?
- I don't care.

THE EMIR: Mellor!

The damage will have been done.

JOHN: Garnish, gentlemen,

that's the secret
to the faisan a la languedocienne.

The one is prepared separately,
tomatoes and aubergines.

The other, chopped onions,
celery and raw ham,

is prepared with the bird,

seasoned with a little salt
and pepper,

a tidgen of bay leaves
and a smertz of thyme,

and then you add...
Excuse me, please, thank you.

There you are. Open up.

And, er, that's all?

All, my dear chum?

I've only begun
the other garnish to add,

and then the sauces to prepare.

When it's all added up,
it's hermetically sealed

and allowed to stew
in its own juices.

And when it's finished?

If you whisper to it nicely,
the flesh falls from the bones.

As would you say, "Stupendissimo."

It transports one out of this world.

HE SNIFFS

You must forgive me,
Your Excellency,

but I was called to the hospital.
It was an emergency.

We feel sorry for you, Doctor,

to have missed such a meal.

I never tasted
a more magnificent pheasant.

It was a masterpiece, doctor.

Oh, isn't this against your rules?

Hmm.
Consider them waived temporarily.

- Arbuthnot.
- Your Excellency?

Join us in a brandy.

Oh, Your Excellency is too kind.

I'll have just a drop.
Feeling festive,

and more than a little proud.

Yes, so you should, Arbuthnot.

So you should.

I will say this for you,

you run a magnificent kitchen.

Oh, Your Excellency.

That meal was a classic, doctor.

One of the finest we remem...

GLASS SHATTERS

What do you think's happened?

I daren't think.
I just wish they'd let us in.

It was Sir Ralph who telephoned me.

What'd he say?

Just to come up at once, that's all.
HE SCOFFS

Come in.

- What's happened?
- It's the Emir. he's collapsed.

- Is he dead?
- I don't know.

- Is the doctor with him?
- Yes, he's in there now.

He's been in for quite some time.

DOOR OPENS

He is dead.

What was the cause?

Well, in his condition,

it might be one
of any number of things.

We'll find out tomorrow.
There'll be a postmortem.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

What's happened?

A few moments ago the Emir collapsed
and died.

It could've happened at any time.
You know that.

It doesn't prevent it
from being a shock.

We must inform the police.

Yes, of course, but not
just for the moment, please.

I'm afraid it's the law.

Mrs Gale, you must try to understand
the situation in our country.

It's extremely delicate.

The succession
must be established quickly

and the army moved to vantage points
to prevent any... difficulties.

I don't see how notifying our police

can cause difficulties
in your country.

The press will be onto this
like a shot,

and news travels fast.

I think the brigadier's right.

I think under the circumstances

that we should leave
protocol to him.

Thank you, Doctor.

First of all, I must telephone
the royal palace at Ebrah

and break the news
to the Emir's eldest son.

Now,
that make take some little time.

Then I shall be only too pleased
to place myself at your disposal.

Very well.

While I'm waiting to get through,

I must ask you all to remain
in this apartment.

Doctor, will you wait in there?

- Is this absolutely necessary?
- I should prefer it.

You, too, Mr Arbuthnot.
- No, really, I must protest.

Please don't make my task
more difficult than it already is.

Mr Arbuthnot.

Yes?

Until the exact cause of death
has been established,

I'll take the key to the special
food locker in your office.

Are you suggesting that I...

The key, Mr Arbuthnot.

Thank you.

Would you like me to go with them?

No. You will stay where you are.

Ali, lock that door.

Please!

Now, Ali,
disconnect the telephone in my room.

You will wait in there.

We don't want overcrowding.

- Very considerate.
- Oh, not at all.

After all,
you deserve special attention.

You prepared the Emir's last meal.

DOOR CLOSES

Huh. That was a very
exposed performance.

Very plausible.

Got everything quite right.

It's perfectly reasonable.

He was quite right
to take precautions, too.

And it was logical
to phone the palace.

But he might be phoning home
to say he's pulled it off,

if the Emir was poisoned.

If he was, I've slipped up.

Mellor was very anxious
to get that key from Arbuthnot.

That means they know that
the thing is still in the cupboard

and they're gonna try
and get it out.

I've got to get to the kitchen.

Phew!
It's quite a long way, isn't it?

This is the penthouse.

What's up top?

The main air conditioning units
and the penthouse lift motor.

I checked them last week.

You're a good little girl.

Do you suffer from vertigo?

This is a very good way
to find out, isn't it?

WIND WHISTLING

HE GRUNTS

An hour's delay?

Can't you get through
quicker than that?

This is extremely urgent.

Very well, but please try.

An hour.

Ali, I've got a job for you.

Lucien is going to break
into the special food locker

in Arbuthnot's office
for the mushrooms tonight.

You can help him.

Yes. Yes,
you've already told me that,

but please try again.

Ali.

Here's the key of the food locker.

You get the mushrooms,
then get rid of Lucien.

No good, Lucien.

I've got them.

HE GRUNTS

THUDDING NEARBY

HE GRUNTS

HE GRUNTS

HE SCREAMS

LIGHT BULB SHATTERS

MELLOR: Come out of there, you two.

Slowly, and with your hands up.

LIGHT BULB CLATTERS

HE YELLS

Ali!

You called?

All right, get him out.

You'll go to prison
for this assault.

Nothing to what you'll get
for murder.

Sebastian,
this will have to be reported.

It will indeed, Mr Arbuthnot.

Oh, dear.

Well, I can hardly believe that,
Mrs Gale.

Is this true, Mellor?
TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello?

I'll explain later.

Hello?

Oh, is that the royal palace
in Ebrah?

It isn't? Oh.

I must have got the wrong number.
I'm very sorry to trouble you.

I'm afraid your revolting friends,
they won't be too pleased

when they realise
you made a mess of it.

Umberto, how's it going?

Stupendissimo.

Bene.

Well? What did Sir Ralph say?

The Emir died of natural causes,

a coronary.

Well, what about those mushrooms?

- Oh, they were...
- Was it Amanita phalloides?

- Who is that again?
- Amanita phalloides.

Wasn't it?
- That was it, yes.

Well, they're a very
lethal little mushroom.

But they take ten days
to take effect.

Sometimes longer.

Charming.

Yeah, that's what shook Mellor.

When the old boy died
of a heart attack,

his party just wasn't ready
for the takeover.

That was lucky.

What's all this then, eh?

Look, Steed,

I can't wait to get as far away
from the kitchen as possible,

but Umberto insisted.

He said he must cook dinner for us
and I couldn't say no.

Really? Well,
I hope he gets a move on.

I haven't eaten in 24 hours.

Ah!
- Ah, Umberto.

Now, what have we got here?
I'm starving, Umberto.

Vermicelli, spaghetti, ravioli?

IN COCKNEY ACCENT:
Do me a favour, Mr Steed,

I've had that Italian lark.

No, this is real food. There.

Fish and chips, mate.
We're fryin' tonight.

Oh!

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