Original subtitles

Tub time, Snowy!

ANIMALS GRUNTING

Come on, Snowy. Let's be having you.

PARROT SQUAWKS

Snowy?

What is it, George?

Snowy's not in her compound, sir.

And the door was open.

Well, didn't you lock it last night?

I'd take an oath on it, sir.

She must be in the grounds somewhere.

Well, she's not that small, George. We'd be bound to see her.

PARROT SQUAWKS

But we can't have lost Snowy, sir!

Not an elephant!

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

SHE SNAPS FINGERS Steed?

Hello, Mrs Gale. I didn't hear you come in.

The way you're staring at that thing, I'm not surprised.

What do you think you're doing?

I was watching it grow.

Yoga.

It's a very good method of improving your concentration.

There must be other ways with more positive results.

You know any? What do you suggest?

Well, you could stalk big game.

That develops your concentration very quickly.

I don't think I like to live as dangerously as that.

Then you couldn't do better than watching daffodils grow.

JOHN: Do you miss your hunting days?

Sometimes. Why?

JOHN: I heard of a job that might interest you.

A job? Where?

Noah's Ark.

Oh, Noah Marshall's private zoo?

Wasn't that in the news recently?

The elephant that disappeared last week?

You wouldn't be interested in that, would you?

Now, why should I be interested in a missing elephant?

Why should you steer me towards a job at Noah's Ark?

I thought it'd be a change for you.

They want a resident zoological director.

HE CHUCKLES

I should ring them.

Are you serious?

Oh, well, don't tell me you don't want to.

Well, if you're going to sit there staring at daffodils, yes, I do.

That desk was tidy this morning, Noah.

The West African accommodation bills,

I seem to have lost them.

You haven't got them. They're in the file.

- NOAH: In the file? - Uh-huh.

I could have sworn I'd left them on this desk.

Oh, just the totals, please, Brenda.

Er, £110, 15 and 6.

- £110... - What are you doing?

I'm making up the Prague account.

- It's done, Noah. - Hmm?

The only thing to be added are Mr Conniston's expenses

for the delivery of the serval.

Brenda, without you, Noah's Ark would founder.

HE CHUCKLES

Now when is Lew Conniston due back from Prague?

- On tonight's flight. - Oh, good.

What do we got to move this week?

Well, Lew is taking the two Rhodesian bears to Hamburg.

Then there's a stork for Bristol and the leopard for Paris.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Oh, yes, let her through.

Well, that's all right. Mr Marshall's expecting her.

Oh? Who am I expecting?

BRENDA: Mrs Gale.

Mrs Gale?

Oh, yes, yes, good.

What else we got to move?

Er, only the kangaroo.

Kangaroo?

Nothing for you to worry about, Noah.

He's joining a circus in Rome next week.

- What as? A boxer? - I wouldn't know.

Most of them for zoos, though, aren't they?

Oh, yes.

Last year we handled over 600 animals.

Only 20 of them were for circuses and private collectors.

Erm, there... there's the office.

Thank you.

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

- Mrs Gale? - Yes.

- Won't you come in, please? - Thank you.

NOAH: Oh, Mrs Gale.

I'm Noah Marshall. - How do you do?

This is Miss Paterson.

-Hello. - She does all the work around here.

Won't you sit down? - Thank you.

Well, now I understand...

Oh, er, do you mind? - No, no, not at all.

I understand you're interested in collecting for me, Mrs Gale.

- CATHERINE: Yes. - Any particular continent in mind?

That's up to you, isn't it?

Well, I've got four men on safari at the moment.

One's in Peru, one in the Seychelles,

two others in India, I think it is.

Oh, we finished a job in West Africa last week.

A young serval for the Prague Zoo.

They're elusive animals. Did you get one?

Yes, a beauty. Lucky young leopard.

Who made the catch?

- Er, Lew Conniston. - That's a familiar name.

He's one of the best.

For the past five years, he's done all my expeditions for me,

ever since I had words with his Lordship up there.

I take it that you were a hunter, Mrs Gale?

Yes, for a while in Kenya.

My husband farmed there.

When he died, I supported myself taking safaris.

Hmm.

But you do realise that this is the only ammunition that we use.

- The anaesthetic dart? - NOAH: That's right.

And in that type of gun.

That's a Bannerman & Kemp, isn't it?

May I see it? - Yes, of course.

Er, I only heard of the company a couple of years go.

Brenda introduced me to it.

They're a small company.

They do beautiful work.

Yes.

It's just, er, one problem with collecting, Mrs Gale.

Hunters are normally so individual.

And at Noah's Ark, you need teamwork. Is that it?

Yes. You see,

we're not a zoo in the ordinary sense of the word.

We collect for others zoos.

The animals come here

and pass through quarantine, health regulations, customs.

Oh, no longer than is necessary.

They stay here, apart from the pets, of course.

Like your albino elephant?

- Snowy. - Mm.

Yes.

Look, I suggest that you stay with us for a couple of days

and watch how we work.

Then in your own good time, decide if you'll be happy here.

Fair enough?

- Fair enough. - Good.

Brenda, make out a pass for the grounds for Mrs Gale?

- BRENDA: Yes. - If you should want me,

I'm always here. - Thank you.

I'll leave your pass at the gate, Mrs Gale.

CATHERINE: Right.

NOAH: Oh, erm, George?

Show Mrs Gale the cages, will you?

HE SIGHS

Well, that's a very impressive woman.

She's obviously impressed you.

Oh, you don't like her, huh?

Well, she's a remarkable person, I'll admit that.

But?

But rather individualistic, don't you think?

What woman isn't? HE CHUCKLES

JOHN: Oh, hello, my dear.

- Concentrating? - Absolutely.

On the, er, whooping crane situation?

One family hatched an egg

and the world's whooping crane population went up by 2%.

- That's encouraging. - JOHN: Yes, isn't it?

Well, how did you get on at Noah's Ark this morning?

I think Noah Marshall approved of me.

He wants to see if I'll fit into the team.

How will he do that?

By watching me watching them, I suppose.

Officially, I'm supposed to stay there

a few days observing their procedures.

Well, if you observe their procedures closely enough,

you may see a small white elephant called Snowy.

Steed, she's been missing for a week.

I doubt very much if she's on the premises.

Poor little creature. I hate to think of her

wandering about the countryside unrecognised, lost, hungry.

Your sudden concern for our four-footed friends

is touching, but not very convincing.

Over the past few years, the reports, the UNESCO reports,

on wildlife preservations in the African states shows

a marked increase in illegal slaughter of male elephants.

Soft ivory.

An average pair of tusks can weigh anything up to 50 pounds.

Profitable business, but it has political implications.

You mean, outsiders are profiting

from what the African states claim could be a lucrative industry?

If the smuggling isn't stopped by us, and soon,

there'll be embarrassing questions at the next UNESCO meeting.

But why is Snowy so important?

You do realise she's a very small female

with no tusks at all.

The only clue we've got.

If we could find out who took her,

she must have gone voluntarily,

then we got another lead.

With your experience,

you ought to be able to pick up the spoor.

After all, she is an elephant.

And white, to boot.

Whose spoor will you be following?

Oh, I may be concentrating on the decline of the musk ox

or the panda population.

Haven't made up my mind yet.

Well, don't be surprised if you get a telegram

saying I'm in West Africa collecting an angwantibo.

I thought you were helping Noah Marshall at the office.

He has a very efficient secretary for that.

Influential, too. She even chose his gunsmith for him.

Gunsmith? Which one?

Bannerman & Kemp.

Well, he has good taste... in guns.

BELL RINGS

Oh, good morning, sir.

Good morning to you.

I'm very interested in that gun you have on display in the window.

Exquisite workmanship, sir.

A single-action flintlock.

- May I? - Oh, please do.

I should say about 1650.

That's quite correct, sir.

The original is in the Royal United Services Museum.

- This is a replica? - Yes, sir.

That's very impressive.

I could have sworn... Who made it?

Our man, sir.

- Here? - Yes. Mr Gourlay.

I'd like to congratulate Mr Gourlay.

- Er, Joseph? - JOSEPH: Yes?

He's been with the firm for over 20 years now, sir.

- You wanted me, Mr Fitch? -Yes...

I understand that you made this, Mr Gourlay.

JOSEPH: That's correct, sir.

I must congratulate you. This is superb.

You don't get craftsmanship like this these days.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, I admit I'm tolerably pleased

with the embossing on the stock myself.

JOHN: Ah.

How much is it? - 200 guineas, sir.

Well, if you'll excuse me, sir. I must get back to work.

Of course, Mr Gourlay.

I'll take it. - FITCH: Thank you, sir.

My check be all right?

FITCH: Certainly, sir. Oh, it will...

It will grace any collection, Mr...

Steed.

Payable to Bannerman & Kemp, please, Mr Steed.

Bannerman & Kemp.

Oh, don't you supply guns to Noah's Ark?

That's quite correct.

Oh, charming man, Mr Marshall. - Hmm.

Used to be a first-class hunter.

Are you a hunter, sir? - Well, I'm considering a safari.

Thank you, sir. Oh.

Oh, well, perhaps in that case, we might be able to help you.

As you can see, we stock everything that the hunter might need.

- Elephant guns? - Of course, sir.

I'm going after an albino.

The white elephant.

Oh, really? How very interesting.

I understand they're rather rare.

Where would you be going? India? Burma?

I thought I might try the home counties.

It's not the same place without Snowy.

You were her keeper?

Her loser is more like it, Mrs Gale.

I've spent my life with elephants.

But all these years with Mr Marshall,

never had anything like this.

Oh, George? Have you seen Miss Paterson?

Yes, sir. She went to the storeroom about 15 minutes ago.

Oh, new cages arrive, then?

Miss Jordan's just delivered them.

Good. Ask her to call the office before she leaves, will you?

Very well, sir.

Here... There's no word, is there?

No, I'm afraid not.

You, er, all right for duty tonight?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll be all right.

Excuse me, Mrs Gale.

Yes.

This is his first time on nights since Snowy disappeared.

He's taken it rather badly, hasn't he?

Well, he's very fond of her.

I think you all were. NOAH CHUCKLES

You said something about cages just now.

Something interesting arrived? - Oh, no, they're empty.

We're sending animals to the Hamburg Zoo

in a couple of days. - Do you have them specially made?

- Yes. - Isn't that expensive?

Well, it used to be.

But Brenda introduced me to a company

who work in very strong alloys.

Jordan & Moss.

Cages are made to measure, and we save on the air freight.

You've made a science of it.

Not me, Brenda.

How did you find her?

Well, she's an old friend of Lew Conniston's.

They met in South Africa in '53.

Brenda was looking for a job when she came back to London.

They bumped into each other.

And, well, I had a vacancy in the office.

Seems to have worked out very well.

Yes. She's one of the most reliable people I've ever met.

We've loaded everything that was sent to us.

I'll put in the rest later.

GEORGE: Miss Paterson?

Oh, you frightened me, George.

I'm sorry, Miss.

Mr Marshall would like to see you in the office before you leave.

All right.

Did he see?

I hope not...

for his sake.

CATHERINE: Is this Snowy?

NOAH: Yes.

What do you think has happened to her?

I'm afraid she's dead.

Why?

Why should anyone want to kill her?

I just can't understand it.

There's absolutely no reason for stealing her.

Yet she's been missing for the past week without a trace.

How long had you had her?

Five years. That's another problem.

What am I going to say to the owner when he turns up?

You didn't own Snowy?

No. No, she belongs to an anthropologist named Lawrence.

He found her in the Burmese jungle when she was a baby.

She was very attached to him.

He gave her to you for safekeeping?

No, I never even met him.

I sent Lew Conniston out on an expedition to Burma,

and he came across Lawrence's camp.

But Lawrence had disappeared.

Disappeared?

Yes.

Oh, Conniston made a search, but he found nothing.

Then he took Snowy back to Rangoon.

I flew out and asked permission to keep her.

Eventually, the authorities agreed. - You're lucky.

Yes, but there were strings attached.

If Lawrence should turn up within the next seven years,

well, then I've got to return Snowy to him.

Well, it seems unlikely.

In any case, how would you know it was Lawrence?

Oh, we've got a photograph.

Conniston found it on a roll of film in the camp.

- BRENDA: You wanted me, Noah? - What?

Oh, did I? Oh, yes.

First thing in the morning,

make another reservation on that flight to Hamburg.

- What? Are you going? - No, no, Mrs Gale.

- Oh. - Be good experience for her.

- Thank you. - Shall I bill the client?

No, no. Company expenses, Brenda.

Here we are. It's not a very good one.

But it was the last one that was taken.

You're sure he's dead?

Well, he must be.

Even a trained hunter couldn't have lived alone

for more than a few weeks in that jungle.

My dear chap, keep your safety catch on.

When the quarry's in my sights.

FITCH: What quarry?

Well, I've an idea that Conniston won't come back

from the next delivery.

FITCH: Do you mean run out on us?

He's already sold out one man. He'd do it again if it was worth it.

RIFLE CLICKS

And the next consignment is.

Conniston's worked very well for five years now.

Oh, you're way off target.

Do you think I'd travel halfway across the world

jeopardising everything on an idle hunch?

What will you do to him?

Never you mind.

Oh, Mr Fitch... Oh! Professor Lawrence.

The last one's finished, sir.

- Good. - Not before time.

I've only got one pair of hands. There was a lot to do.

We'll have to finish loading at the zoo.

And that's dangerous. - LAWRENCE: Suits me.

Well done. I'm delighted.

So am I, sir, considering the way that lathe has been acting up.

- What's the matter with it? - It's overheated.

- It always gets hot. - No,

it's never been as hot as this, Mr Fitch!

Come and see.

My dear Fitch? Fitch!

FITCH: Yes?

We must keep Joseph happy.

After all, he is the backbone of our organisation.

Now then, Mr Fitch, put your hand on that lathe.

- Ooh! - Yes, exactly.

It's never been as hot as that before.

Well, all right. I'll get it seen to.

SHOP BELL RINGS

I'll see who that is. JOSEPH SIGHS

Oh, oh, oh. Careful of the dust, Professor.

- Huh? - It's valuable.

I do admire a thorough man, Joseph.

Waste not, want not, Professor.

HE CHUCKLES That's what I always say.

TAPS HANDGUN ON COUNTER

Could you repair this for me?

We'll do our best, sir.

Oh, dear.

A twin barrel Derringer. HE CHUCKLES

Don't see many of these about these days, sir.

A friend of mine inherited it from her great-aunt.

Really?

A beautiful piece of work.

My friend's great-aunt wouldn't have agreed with you.

- FITCH: Oh? - No. Her husband was a gambler,

but he was a very bad loser.

And he shot his opponent at the end of a card game.

It cost him five years.

FITCH: Dear, dear. FITCH CHUCKLES

Now, do you see how this fits there?

FITCH: Oh, yes, sir.

But I'm afraid we don't do this kind of work.

- Oh, dear. - However,

I could send along to the ivorysmiths

down at the end of the road. - That's very kind of you.

- I can recommend them highly. - Thank you.

If you just call in a day or two's time, sir,

it should be ready then.

Thank you. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr Steed.

BELL RINGS, DOOR CLOSES

Kitty? Hmm? Hmm?

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

How are things on Animal Farm?

Tense.

Any news of George?

- Yes. He was murdered. - Put into the meat stock.

Unconscious.

Postmortem showed contusions on the back of the skull.

That's not for publication.

You think he found out who took Snowy?

Well, he was on to something.

Possibly this. - What is it?

Ivory.

That's Central African.

And it's a terrific quality just like this.

Soft ivory.

There's no grain.

It's a warm and mellow tint, and it's very valuable.

Especially when smuggled.

Where did the dust come from?

Bannerman & Kemp's.

Now, they're a gunsmith and they don't work in ivory at all.

Well, where are they getting it from?

Possibly from Noah Marshall's zoo.

With all that coming and going of animals in cages,

it's a perfect cover. Who'd think of looking in a cage

with a black panther in it, for instance?

Indeed.

They have their cages specially made, too,

by a company called Jordan & Moss.

Perhaps you better pay them a visit.

You know, Marshall didn't own Snowy.

Oh? Whose was she?

An anthropologist named Lawrence found her in the Burmese jungle.

Marshall got custody of her five years ago

when Lawrence disappeared. Check.

Mm, disappeared where?

In Burma.

Conniston was there at the time.

And Lawrence hasn't been heard of since?

No.

First Lawrence, then Snowy, now George.

Obviously, the elephant isn't the rogue.

BELL RINGS

Have you seen the papers, professor?

Why?

Snowy's keeper was found hanged last night.

Was he?

I don't think it was an accident.

Don't you?

I thought we said no violence.

My dear Fitch, I've deprived myself of a great many things,

devoted a lot of time and effort to this endeavour,

and nobody, and that includes you,

will tell me what I may or may not do.

Why did I allow myself to be persuaded

to join forces with you?

This was an old established firm with an enviable reputation.

And an owner with a gambler's itch.

You need me. I only need Joseph.

Remember, I know nothing about that. It all distresses me greatly.

FITCH: We can't go on with this consignment!

- LAWRENCE: Why not? - FITCH: It's too dangerous!

LAWRENCE: Well, delay is out of the question for two reasons.

First, our clients must not be kept waiting.

FITCH: And the second?

Conniston.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Over here.

How are you?

Are they feeding you right? GRUNT-LIKE GROWL

I think you're losing a little weight.

CATHERINE: What time was George's last entry in the log?

Oh, yes, let's see now.

Come back here, Samba.

Er, here we are.

2.30am, grounds checked.

How many times a night does that happen?

Oh, usually twice.

At set intervals?

Well, the men are supposed to make spot checks.

But they get into a routine of checking at 2.30am

and again at 4.30am.

And between checks?

Well, they're in here.

You can see the grounds from the window.

Could I see the log for the night Snowy vanished?

Yes, of course.

Er, George was on duty then, you remember?

- CATHERINE: Mm. - Here we are.

11.30pm.

Bengal tiger to London docks. - CATHERINE: Where was it going?

Mr Conniston was delivering it to the Antwerp Zoo.

Thank you. Anything else?

Oh, just George's routine checks.

Let me see now. Right, here we are.

2.25 and 6...

Six?

He broke the pattern. You said it was usually 4.30.

Yes, but if anything had happened, he would have mentioned it.

Would he?

Suppose he dozed off,

imagine how he must have felt when he discovered

that his lapse had cost you

the loss of the most valuable animal in the zoo.

Oh, but George wouldn't fall asleep on duty!

He was the most hardworking keeper I've ever known!

He was an hour and a half late.

Yes, but that doesn't make any difference. It...

Oh, hello, Lew. - Hello, Noah.

I-I've just heard the news.

It's terrible.

- Oh, by the way... - Are you a reporter?

- No, no. - This is, er...

This is Lew Conniston, Mrs Gale. This is Mrs Catherine Gale.

- How do you do? - NOAH: She'll be working with us.

She may be doing some expeditions for us.

Give me a chance to shake off some of this travel dust.

There's nothing definite yet.

But Mrs Gale is going to Hamburg with you, Lew.

For the experience.

At last. Someone to talk to outside of a cage.

NOAH AND LEW CHUCKLE

WELDING TORCH BLAZES

CHAIN CLANGING

JOHN: How do you do?

Can I help you?

My principals are interested in restrainers.

Oh, we do quite a business in them.

In fact, our products are known throughout the international market.

Quadruped?

Er, biped.

What mainly interests your principals?

Strength?

Or would they like a bit of weight?

Er, perhaps I might see a selection.

Of course.

They're very light.

In fact, the wearer hardly knows they're on.

Except for a certain limitation of movement.

Quite.

We're able to offer a substantial reduction

on that particular model.

Export order cancelled due to a political upheaval.

Now we're overstocked.

Bad luck.

Of course, erm, we don't recommend

that these are worn for long periods.

In fact, we require assurances to the contrary

before we part with them.

On behalf of my principals,

I give you my word there'll be no abuse.

We also have a complete line of the more commonplace variety.

That's a trifle mundane for my principals.

Ah, you want something with flair, I take it.

- That's it, yes. - Is this an export order?

Er, yes, it is.

Oh, that makes it much easier, you know.

So many regulations apply for domestic use.

But in the overseas market,

you can kind of let yourself go a bit, eh?

Exactly.

Er, is that for use with bipeds?

No. Quadruped. An order for a zoo.

But if your principals are interested,

it, erm, could always be adapted.

I'll bear that in mind.

Oh, there is one thing I think I should mention.

We deal only in sterling.

Other currencies are so...

..unstable these days.

Quite, yes.

We wouldn't want to be caught with our chains down, would we?

May I write out an order for your principals?

That's very kind of you. I'd like a sample.

I think I'll take one of each.

You can send them to this address. - Of course, Mr Steed.

On second thought, I think I will have

a special restrainer for a quadruped.

A quadruped, certainly.

What size?

Oh, silly of me. Not very large.

For a small white elephant.

All set for tonight?

- I'm scared. - No, don't be.

If you'd been here this morning, you wouldn't say that.

The place was crawling with police.

So?

They might have found something.

Investigating an accident.

I think we should postpone tonight's shipment.

The largest we've ever had?

No, no, Brenda. What about our plans?

No, we load tonight.

If you insist.

- Who's taking George's place? - Noah.

You fix him.

What do you mean?

Drug him like you did George the night Snowy disappeared.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I know nothing about that.

Someone here must have been in on it.

All right.

It could have been George himself, Noah perhaps.

Well, even you're not above suspicion.

Oh, yes, I am.

I was in Antwerp, remember, with a Bengal tiger.

Well, it wasn't me.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'd be angry if you lied to me.

What are we gonna do about Noah?

We can't load with him prowling around the place.

Mm. How does he take his coffee?

What?

His coffee. How's he like it?

Black with two lumps of sugar. Why?

Good.

Put a drop of this on his sugar. That'll sweeten his coffee.

What happens when he wakes up?

He'll think he dozed off.

He'll check the grounds, but he won't find anything missing.

Not this time. SHE SIGHS

It's a clever idea.

Yes, I thought you'd like it.

Now, about my expenses.

Shall we start on my expenses?

Haven't you done yet, Joseph?

- I'm nearly finished, sir. - Thank heavens.

When do you deliver to Miss Paterson's plant?

11.00 tonight. She'll take it to the zoo later.

And Conniston will help her.

Yes. What are you going to do?

Supervise the loading.

Then I shall go on to Hamburg

and meet the shipment when it arrives.

- Keeping your sights on Conniston? - Oh, firmly.

- He won't be alone. - Who'll be with him?

A woman. Her name is Mrs Gale.

Perhaps I can interest her in becoming Conniston's successor.

Successor?

This is Conniston's last safari for us.

PHONE RINGS

Answer the phone, Fitch. PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Bannerman & Kemp. Good evening.

Yes?

I see.

All right. I'll let you know later.

That was Madge.

Well?

It appears our friend, Mr Steed, has been to the factory.

Curious, that.

First of all, he wanted a gun to shoot a white elephant.

Now he wants a cage to put it in.

I wonder whether he's an amateur or a professional hunter.

Anthropological Society?

Is that Mr Wormsley?

Oh, it is. I'm speaking on behalf of...

..Mrs Gale. Erm...

Yes. We want to inquire about a disappearance in Burma

five years ago of a Professor Lawrence.

Eh?

Thaddeus Lawrence.

Well, there could only be one.

Thank you very much.

Yes, if you'd ring me at Whitehall 00-11.

You got that?

Bye.

Now, elephants have long trunks, long noses.

They trumpet a lot.

And they never forget.

CATHERINE: They remember people,

people they love, people they hate.

To try and steal an elephant that hates you,

you might as well run for your life.

JOHN: If they love you, you can walk.

Now, Snowy loved Conniston, George, Marshall and Lawrence.

Now, George wouldn't want to pinch what he'd already had.

Conniston was on his way to Antwerp.

Marshall owned him.

Unless Lawrence turned up alive, which he hasn't.

Or has he?

If he did, Snowy would remember him.

She'd get his scent.

She'd trumpet and attract attention. - To what?

Now, if Lawrence is alive, what's he been doing all this time?

Something illegal?

- He's a hunter. - Smuggling!

Smuggling, smuggling, smuggling! That's it!

He's been hunting in Africa,

and sending the ivory back to Marshall at the zoo!

Oh! GLASS BREAKS

ANIMAL SNORTS

HE SIGHS

HE GRUNTS

HE CHUCKLES

Here's a bun for you, Snowy.

HE SIGHS

PARROT SQUAWKS

Ah.

What time is it?

Half past one.

I wish he'd hurry up.

Look.

How long before it takes effect?

A few seconds.

The sooner I'm home, the happier I'll be.

I know. Come on.

WHISPERS: Don't be a fool, Lew!

He's dead to the world.

Now we've got the place to ourselves.

Let's unload the car.

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

POUNDING ON DOOR

POUNDING CONTINUES

Good evening, Mr Gourlay.

Mr Steed?

I just dropped by to say that I won't be needing

that elephant gun after all.

You came here at this time of night to tell me that?

You or Mr Fitch.

I've got myself an elephant.

A small white one, answers to the name of Snowy.

You're working very late, Mr Gourlay.

What do you really want, Mr Steed?

A little chat with you.

Hey, that's a nice piece of ivory.

Yes, I was making something for a friend.

Well, that's truly exquisite work.

Must be worth a good deal.

What do you want to talk to me about, Mr Steed?

Professor Lawrence.

- The professor? - You know him?

Yes.

I haven't had that pleasure as yet.

Then you're the lucky one, sir.

Noah?

Noah?

Yes, he's been drugged.

CATHERINE: Professor Lawrence, I presume.

- And you must be Mrs Gale. - CATHERINE: Yes.

Well, I've heard you were working for Noah Marshall.

May I ask what you're doing here at this hour, Mrs Gale?

Would you accept I'm an animal lover as the answer?

I'm afraid not.

Then I'll have to think of something else, won't I?

And rather quickly. You don't have much time.

I keep my circle of acquaintances limited.

CATHERINE: That's understandable.

Aren't you forgetting the noise might disturb the others?

HE SCOFFS There's only my partner and my wife.

Your wife? Brenda Paterson?

Yes, that's right.

Your partner doesn't appear to know that she's married.

Well, we thought it best to keep him ignorant.

And as we'd like it to stay that way,

I now have to decide what to do with you, Mrs Gale.

You really need a gun to deal with a woman?

LAWRENCE: No, not really.

LAWRENCE GRUNTS, EXCLAIMS

You've had a pretty busy five years there, Mr Gourlay.

Yes. The professor always says

I'm the backbone of the organisation.

JOHN: Indeed you are.

What does everyone stand to gain from your little endeavours?

I can tell you to the penny, sir.

Mr Fitch keeps books. - Here?

In the shop, sir.

Does Mr Fitch know that you have that?

HE CHUCKLES I was asked not to tell him.

Asked?

The professor, sir,

he likes me to keep an eye on things.

Oh, ho.

But you don't like him.

I do as I'm told, sir.

That way, there's no trouble.

HE CHUCKLES

This should make very...

..very interesting reading.

I'll take that, please, Mr Steed.

Thank you.

And now, Joseph...

..how did you get hold of this?

Oh, Mr Gourlay had a key.

I'll deal with you later.

You say anything about me, Mr Fitch,

and I'll tell the professor about that little bit of ivory.

So, it was for a friend, eh? I misjudged you, Mr Gourlay.

- How much does he know? - A little.

Oh, more than a little.

It was fascinating, Mr Fitch.

He told me a great deal.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Well, what are we going to do with him?

You're an old fox. HE CHUCKLES

Take the line of least resistance, sir.

That's what I always say.

We'll wait and telephone Professor Lawrence later

when he's had time to finish at the zoo.

Much as I abhor violence...

..he will know what to do.

PLANK CLATTERS

SHE GRUNTS

You should go on safari more often, Mrs Gale.

Your reaction's getting a little slow.

But I think I've got just the place for you.

This way.

Inside!

Pasha's asleep.

I wouldn't disturb him if I were you.

He gets rather angry if he's woken before daylight.

Diligence and attention to detail.

That's the hallmark of the artist.

The shavings are used for inlaid work

and the dust for polish for India Ink.

The only waste, in fact,

is the carcass of the slaughtered elephant.

- The hyenas get that, Mr Steed. - JOHN: Yes.

FITCH EXCLAIMS

Inlaid eyeballs.

Are they pretty valuable, Mr Gourlay?

For heaven's sake, be quiet!

Why? He's flat out.

- Is that the lot? - No, there's some more in the car.

But one... What's the matter with you?

- Nothing! - You are nervous, aren't you?

Here, let me do it.

He won't wake up! - Let me check.

All right, if it'll make you happy, go ahead.

BRENDA: Won't be long.

- Er, don't go near Pasha's cage. - Why?

- Mrs Gale is in there. - Mrs Gale?

Yes. Don't worry. She'll be as quiet as a mouse.

LOCK CLICKS

Thad?

Thad, where are you?

Thad?

Thad?

KNOCK ON DOOR

- Brenda? - BRENDA WHISPERS: Yes.

Hello?

W-What's going on?

Now I'm getting nervy.

Did you see him? - Yes.

- What'd you see? - He hasn't moved a muscle.

No, I'm not talking about Noah.

Who then?

You tell me, Brenda.

SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY What do you mean?

SHE GASPS

I know he's here.

- Who's here? - Thad Lawrence.

- Oh, you're mad! - No, I'm not.

He's in Kenya!

Was, darling, was. SHE GROANS

So what did you say to him just now?

Lew, he's not here.

Lawrence is 2,000 miles away.

He took Snowy, and you helped him do it.

Oh, don't be a fool.

You drugged George just like we did Noah.

Stop it! You don't know what you're talking.

When I showed you that bullet, you pretended you didn't understand.

But it was written all over your face you did.

All right.

You've got it all worked out, haven't you?

Then tell me, why did Lawrence take Snowy?

She'd have got his scent,

started calling out to him and tip me off.

How can I persuade you you're wrong?

You can't.

Lew, I love you.

We'll see.

But just don't forget

that I've already killed one man to protect my interests.

- George? - Yes. I caught him in here.

He'd found out about the ivory.

If necessary, I'll kill Mrs Gale.

And you, if necessary.

WHISPERS: I'm afraid I haven't any peanuts on me.

This is no time for jokes. Get me out of here.

- Where are the keys? - It's on a ring in Noah's office.

Right.

Don't go away.

Steed!

You could have closed the trap.

Very sorry to disturb you gentlemen, but where...

Could you tell me where are the keys?

Keys... Ah.

Thank you very much.

Down, Rover.

You keep an eye on him.

Who is that in the office with Marshall and the parrot?

Lawrence? - Yes. We met briefly.

- And the others? - They're in the storeroom.

Their car's outside the grounds.

The boxes are still in it, so they'll be out soon.

Oh, if it's not an impertinent question, how did you...

- It is! - OK, come on.

Do you remember how George ended up?

- Lew? - Yes?

He is out there.

I thought so.

Why have you been double-crossing me?

SHE SIGHS

You wouldn't understand.

You're right. I wouldn't. SHE GASPS

Well, if it's got to be one of us, Lawrence or me,

it's not going to be me.

Come on outside. SHE GASPS

JOHN: Drop your gun, Conniston!

GUNSHOT FIRES

MONKEY SCREECHES

MONKEYS SCREECH

PASHA ROARS

Thad?

No, it's not Professor Lawrence.

GUNSHOT FIRES

ANIMALS SCREECH

STEPS CLATTERING

GUNSHOT FIRES

BOTH GRUNT

JOHN GRUNTS

JOHN GRUNTS

LAWRENCE SCREAMS

CATHERINE: Move.

- BRENDA: Where to? - To the office.

We've got to collect your husband.

Your husband?

JOHN GROANS

Fascinating connection.

I-I wouldn't if I were you.

They don't appear to have sent any keys.

Really?

I don't suppose Madam Restraint trusted me much.

Or your principals.

HE CHUCKLES

I got something for you.

It's a small gesture of my appreciation.

- The spoils of victory? - It's very valuable.

You always manage to win something, don't you, Steed?

HE CHUCKLES

Whatever anybody else has lost, you pick up your perks

and off you go.

Well, I'm an anthropologist. Not one of your gang.

And if you want my help again,

you'd better have a very good reason.

Is that the lot?

No. You're using my experience to cover your indolence.

Indolence?

If it hadn't been for me, you'd still be in that tiger's cage.

Well, at least I'd know exactly what I was up against.

- JOHN: Mrs Gale? - Yes?

You forgot your little gun.

BOTH CHUCKLE

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