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Now keep watch.

Kirby?

This is collection day.
You got the money?

Who are you?

I collect for your bookmakers.

I told your people I can't pay.
Not for another month yet.

Well, that's too bad!

BOTH GRUNTING

FFORDSHAM: Stop it!

- Get out of it!
- You've done enough!

He's not moving!

JOHNSON: What? Let's have a look.

He's dead.

We've killed him.
- Are you sure?

Yes. Come on. Let's get out of here.

But we can't leave him here!

We'll send someone down to move him.
Come on! Let's get out of here!

HE SIGHS

What about... Silver Boy?

MEADOWS: It's a filly.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

HE SIGHS

Tax Collector out of Silver Virgin.

What's that?

Hmm? Oh, I was just reposing
the problem.

I've got it. Shining Money.

Tax Collector money, Silver Shining.

Revenue Girl.

Tax. Money. Virgin. Girl. Hmm?

Yeah. That sounds all right.

Let's see if it's been used.

Ah!

Revenue Girl won a handicap in 1959.

And lost the St Michael Stakes
in '51 and my shirt along with it.

PANTLING LAUGHS
Good morning. Can I help you?

- How do you do. Mr Meadows?
- No. Pantling, Major Pantling.

Oh, Steward of the Jockey Club.

That's right, yes.
This is Mr Meadows.

I'm terribly sorry.
My name is Steed.

One of your stablemen
told me I'd find you here.

What can we do for you, Mr Steed?

Well, I'm here about
the new four-year-old

you're stabling, Sebastian II?

Are you from the press?

No, no. I'm from the Foreign Office.

Oh.

We're concerned
about Sebastian, you know.

- Cigar?
- Oh, that's extremely good of you.

Comes from a very good home.

You know... Oh, thank you.

A horse belonging to a Sultan

is a little like a VIP
visiting the country.

Well, you might have given him
some VIP treatment, mightn't you?

Waived your silly quarantine rules.

I'm very sorry.
Has there been some trouble?

Sebastian's become very attached
to one of the Sultan's spaniels.

Normally, they travel together.
Otherwise, he gets very nervous.

There's no other country but Britain
refuses to let a dog enter.

It's a crying shame.

JOHN: No trouble about a racehorse
so long as he's to race.

You're not suggesting
there should be quarantine

for thoroughbreds, are you?
- Oh, no, certainly not, Major.

I should think not indeed.

Like some sherry?
- Thank you very much.

What exactly do you
want to know, Steed?

First time a Sultan's entered
a horse in this country.

It wouldn't help
some delicate negotiations

going on if anything were to happen
to Sebastian.

What do they think might happen?

The recent doping scandals
in the country.

PANTLING: Frightful business.
Absolutely frightful.

Thank you.

I take it your people think
I don't know

how to look after a horse!
- No, no, no. Of course not.

If you prefer, you could stable him
in Number 10 Downing Street.

I don't think
that the Prime Minister

would like that too much.
A rather small house.

No, I think that this letter
will explain everything.

Not that we want
to take him away, you know.

Just keep an eye on him.

This Sultan fellow,
we want his oil, don't we?

That amongst other things.

Any unfortunate incident might sever

what otherwise could be
a beautiful friendship.

Hmm. Well, I think
this is an impertinence.

But it seems to be in order.

What exactly do you want to do?

Oh, just be around, you know.

Now look here.

I've never had
any trouble with doping,

if that's what you're worried about.
- Oh, of course not.

My stables are more difficult
to get into than most banks.

I suppose you'll want
to drop by now and then.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you, Major, for the sherry.
- Morning, everyone.

Oh, this is Mr Steed.
My daughter, Ann.

- How do you do?
- Oh, hello.

Perhaps you could show him
over to the stables, Ann?

Hmm. Yes, of course.

By the way, have you found
a name for the new filly?

Oh, no, no, no, not yet.
Awful problem, you know.

You can't use a name
that's been used before.

And the name
must have some connection

with its sire and dam.
- Yes.

Tax Collector out of Silver Virgin.

Though we don't want to bother you
with that now.

Perhaps you'd give it
a thought, Ann.

I've done nothing else all morning.

Would you like to come
with me, Mr Steed?

Delighted, yes.

Tax Collector out of Silver Virgin.

That's right.
- How about Impossible?

Well, goodbye.
See you later, gentlemen.

This place is a mess, Brown.

I want you to clean it up
when you get back.

You ready to go?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Morning, ma'am.
- Morning, Johnson. How's Sebastian?

He's a bit jumpy
after this morning's gallop.

Hasn't settled down yet.
Anything special you wanna know?

Just want to look at him.

Thank you.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Morning, sir.
- Afternoon.

Well, come on out, you old devil.

He is a fine fellow. How are you?

If you want to make yourself
known to Sebastian,

you'd better be properly introduced.
Give him some sugar.

With the Sultan's compliments.

I'm very sorry
it isn't Turkish Delight.

Oh, really. Why are you
so interested in Sebastian?

There are people in Whitehall

that wouldn't like anything
to happen to Sebastian.

Would they, boy? You have a nibble.

On the other hand,
I don't think they need worry.

I've never seen
such security arrangements.

Do they always have
these electrified fences

around training establishments?

Mr Steed, we don't just let

any Tom, Dick or Harry
in here, you know.

Oh, no. I was very impressed.

Do you know anything about horses,
Mr Steed?

Yes. I know which end is which.

Well, thank goodness for that.

I thought you might be

one of those terribly dull
civil servants.

Oh.

You ever heard of a horse
that was kinky about a spaniel?

I think I'll have
a little more sugar, young lady,

if you don't mind.
- Oh, mind your fingers.

Oops. Ooh, he nearly
got me the first time.

Perhaps we could go
riding together one day.

My dear young lady,
that would be a pleasure.

Well, that could be fun,
couldn't it, Sebastian?

We'll all do that.

You ever find anybody trying to get
at your horses?

No, and we don't intend to, either.
No-one could get in here.

Not even the police
if they wanted to.

Well, what about the stablemen?

Oh, well, most of the men
working here

started as boy apprentices.

I know them all.

Oh, really?

I can assure you they're absolutely
loyal to my father.

BOOKIES CHATTER INDISTINCTLY

Right, well, I think that settles
your next assignment, Brown.

Oh, by the way,

you'll find a gentleman
waiting outside.

Would you send him in, please?

Thank you.

There was a bloke down
at the stables this morning.

Wanted to look
at the Sultan's horse.

- Do you know who he was?
- Never seen him before.

From the Foreign Office or summat.
- Really?

Oh, it's probably nothing
to worry about.

Well, well.

Come on in.

CHATTER SILENCED

Sit down. There's no charge.

Get him a brandy.

I believe you wanted to see me.

Yes, I always like to see people
after they've done the job for me.

Didn't you know the man
had a weak heart?

Mr Ffordsham,
or should I say, The Honourable,

when a client opens
a turf account with me,

I don't demand to see
a medical certificate.

Everyone knows that if they try
to take a bookmaker for a ride,

like Kirby did
or like you tried to do,

they've got to face
the consequences.

FFORDSHAM: I don't think I wish
to accept your hospitality.

Let's see.

How much did you owe me?

- £1,000.
- You placed bets on credit

knowing you didn't have
that kind of money in the bank?

HEUSTON CLICKS TONGUE
It's not against the law!

Ah, a lot of people think that,
but they're wrong.

It's as much a crime
to defraud a bookmaker

as it is to defraud a tailor.

Look, the debt was cancelled out
last night, wasn't it?

I accepted your third alternative.

Yes, alternative one, to pay up,
which in your case was impossible.

Alternative two, to get beaten up,
very painful.

Alternative three, to help beat up
someone else who owed me money.

- FFORDSHAM: So now we're quits!
- Not quite.

I want to know
what you intend to do next.

FFORDSHAM: That's my business.

Perhaps, but I'd like
to hear about it.

I intend to leave the country.

I see.

Well, I don't think
we can really agree to that.

But it's got nothing to do with you!

I have my social conscience
to consider.

You're a non-convicted murderer.

I never touched the man.
Johnson did it.

I had to drag him off.
- Is that so, Johnson?

No. He beat him up, not me.

- But that's a lie!
- Sure, sure.

We all know that.

But what Mr Johnson
and I want to impress on you

is how it could look
to a judge and jury.

You see, Kirby's body
was removed last night

by some other friends of mine.

I only have to lift
one of these telephones.

This is really what you'd call...

..checkmate, Mr Honourable.

You're involved in this
as well, Heuston.

Really? You and Johnson came to me.

Offered your services
as debt collectors.

I thought you were
a genuine little two-man agency.

I wasn't to know anything
about your methods.

And you'd betray Johnson?

If it came to the pinch, yes.

Except he's a friend of longstanding
and he'd be in South America

before anyone
knew anything about it.

But you're not quite
in that category... yet.

Are you suggesting that I could be?

You have two alternatives
open to you now.

One, go to prison for manslaughter.

That's if they're lenient
and don't press for murder.

Two, that you become
another of my...

..longstanding friends.

And collect more debts for you!

No, no, no, nothing so crude.

I run another business
far more refined.

We need men like you,
strong in lineage,

and a little light on principle.

I don't think I'm interested.

I'm afraid you have no choice.

You see, we kill people to order.

A man like you would be useful.

Good manners, public school accent,
acceptable anywhere.

You'd be highly trained
and grossly overpaid.

Now go away and think about it.

Come on.

And before you get
any high-minded ideas

about running to the police,
remember Kirby.

I'll give you until tomorrow morning
to, er, make up your mind.

BOOKIES CHATTER INDISTINCTLY

JOHN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
SHE LAUGHS

Well, I apologise
for earlier remarks.

You ride very well.
- Thank you very much.

I didn't expect racehorses to be...

Well, to change direction
quite so sharply.

BOTH CHUCKLE
Oh, did you want something, Smith?

Beg pardon, miss. But I was waiting
to see your father.

I'm afraid he's not here.
Is there anything I can do?

No. It was your father
I wanted to see.

It's just this murder charge
they've got me brother on

comes up next week.

- Oh, when did you hear this?
- It's in the paper, miss.

- Where? Show me.
- See there?

Oh, Smith, this is terrible!

Oh, hello, Ann. Your father around?

- ANN: No, he's in town.
- Oh, pity. I wanted to see him.

I'm sure
Gradeley's charging too much

for those moth-eaten carrots of his.

Er, am I butting in?

It's about Smith's brother.
He's coming up on trial.

- Oh, let me see.
- What happened exactly?

Well, amazing story.

Apprentice jockey disappears.

A month later, turns up
in South America of all places.

Takes a potshot
at a plantation tycoon

he's never seen before,
misses and gets caught.

Amazing.

You mean, he disappeared from here?

From these very stables.

Reliable lad, keen, good rider.

Been with Mr Meadows
since he was 15.

What about the British Embassy?
Can't they help your brother?

Nothing much. Evidence's damning.
Caught red-handed.

If you beg pardon, sir,

I found something out
that might help.

Jerry was in debt.
He was gambling heavy.

- Not Jerry!
- Backing horses?

I'm afraid so, sir.

Well, didn't he know
the rules of the stable?

Of course, sir.
But I suppose he was tempted.

Anyhow, I found this old notebook
among his things

where he put down
which horses he was backing

and how much he was losing.

I think maybe
that's why he went away.

No reason to try
and commit a murder.

I was thinking,

if I could get out there,
I could talk to him.

PANTLING: Do you know
who he owed money to?

No, sir.
That's what I'd like to find out.

All right. You got a bank account?

- No, sir.
- Then I'll make it out to cash.

Enough to cover your fare
and moderate expenses.

I'll speak to Mr Meadows
and get him to give you a week off.

Thank you.
Thank you very much, sir...

That's all right. Don't you worry.
I'll fix it with Mr Meadows.

But don't forget,
there's a Crediton Cup tomorrow.

You're riding in that.
- I won't go before then, miss.

I wouldn't let Mr Meadows
down or the Major.

Good. Then that's settled.

Thank you very much, Major.
Thank you, miss.

Thank you, sir.
- Good luck to you tomorrow.

That was very kind of you, Major.

Oh, must look after the troops,
you know.

Anyway, if he rides me
a winner tomorrow,

I shall be amply repaid.

I must be getting along. Goodbye.

Let's hope he will, eh?

He's a very generous man, the Major.
When did he start owning horses?

Only the last few years, I think.

I remember he used to say
how poor he was

after he came out of the Army.

Living on his pension, you know.

He was quite bitter about it.

I suppose he must have
been lucky on the horses.

Yes, I suppose he must have.
SHE CHUCKLES

ANNOUNCER:
'They're under starter's orders now,

'but Green Fingers
has turned around.

'Oh, an now Transfer Supervisor
has broken the tape.

'They're all in line now

'and soon they'll be off
at any moment

'just as soon as
they've got that tape across again.'

£4 to win on number four, please.

Thank you, madam.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Time to get to work, hmm?

Eh?

Oh, I want to get something
on Transfer Supervisor, number five.

Oh, you've plenty of time, sir.

Good. I have £5 each way
on Transfer Supervisor.

Haven't seen you here before.

Probably not, sir.
This happens to be my first day.

- Let's hope it's your lucky window.
- £10, please, sir.

You don't want to stay in there.

You can't see the racing.
Come out and enjoy the sunshine.

Against the rules.

Besides, I wouldn't get
much work done.

Who wants to work?

Well, aren't you here
to play the field?

Huh, I suppose you could say that.
How about six thirty?

There is no six thirty, sir.
The last race is at five thirty.

Oh, five thirty.

Perhaps you could
give me the benefit

of your professional experience.

Now, there we are.
There are the runners.

Which one?

What about number two,
Fifth Symphony?

- No.
- Number three, Lower Depths.

HE CHUCKLES
Shop Window.

Shop Window.

Look, I do have
other customers besides you, sir.

I'm terribly sorry.
I suppose you have.

Look, I'll have £5 each way
on Shop Window.

I'll be at the Member's Enclosure
at five forty five for a drink.

You'll join me there, eh?
- I'll see what I can do.

And that will cost you £20, sir.

And £20 coming up.

And we'll celebrate
at five forty five.

- Well, I hope you win.
- OK, fine. Thanks a lot.

ANNOUNCER: 'They're off,
all off to a fine start

'except Transfer Supervisor
who's been left at the post.

'Now first one to show
is Ganzer Macher...'

CATHERINE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY
Thank you.

'And Hold the Line it is,
the leader...'

Do people come all this way
just to watch the television?

CATHERINE: It's more realistic
than your own front room.

The atmosphere's more important.

Want to find somewhere quiet
with a stool?

My horse is still running,
and I'm watching the race.

Of course.

- Come on, Scavenger!
- Come on, Scavenger.

SPECTATORS CHEERING

- Come on, Scavenger!
- Come on, Scavenger!

Scavenger!

- He's gonna make it.
- He is.

- I can't see a thing.
- Can't you?

There he comes.
- Come on, Scavenger!

Come on, that's right!
You encourage him!

Will he make it?

- 'Hold the Line has it...'
- Oh!

Oh...

Oh, jolly bad.

It was nice of you to meet me
at the station.

Terribly sorry.
I had to see a fellow about a horse.

What do you really want me here for?
I'm a bit rusty on my tic-tac.

HE LAUGHS
Well, I hadn't thought of that one.

Now I got some press cuttings here.
There you are.

Oh, hello, Smith.
Hey, jolly good luck.

- Thank you, sir.
- Got my shirt on you

and most of my wardrobe,
I might say.

- Who's that?
- He's Lynton Smith.

He's the brother of the fellow
that was accused of taking a potshot

at a plantation millionaire
in South America.

This is a very odd case.

He doesn't appear
to have had any motive.

Even odder thing is that
he was an apprentice jockey

at the same stable as his brother.

Well, how did he get
to South America?

Well, that does intrigue us.

What's your real interest
in Meadows' stables,

that horse Sebastian

or the attempted killing
of this millionaire?

- Oh, hello, Mr Meadows.
- Sorry, Steed. Can't stop.

You've never seen
anything like those stables.

Electrified fences around it.

Photoelectric cells
operating alarm bells, the lot.

The whole place is like a fortress.

They're very wise precautions

with all the doping
going on these days.

Has it occurred to you
that there could be

something going on inside?

I mean, someone the police
are looking for

could be hidden in there.

Are you basing your suspicion

on the coincidence of this boy
turning up in South America?

In the past 12 months,

there have been at least
12 unsolved murders of rich men.

Either important businessmen
or political bigwigs.

You mean, like Lothar Stritzel,
the West German banker?

Exactly, and not one single
one of them has been found.

And in each case,
someone stood to gain.

Either a political rival
or a business competitor.

But now that the attempt has failed,

well, thank goodness,
we've got someone in our hands.

If these stables
are as security bound as you say,

how do you propose to get in there?
I mean, by yourself?

One thing I've observed.

They got a procedure
for checking you in,

but don't have one for checking out.

Are you fond of bran mash?

JOHN: Ah, come on.
We got to get to the next race.

I have a small interest in it.

I'm more interested in Shop Window.

ANNOUNCER:
'..ridden by Johnny Simpson.

'Way down at the far end
of the course,

'they seem to be having
a little bit of trouble

'with Shop Steward,
but I think they...

'Yes, and they're off!

'And already Shop Steward
is well into the lead.

'Second is Fifth Symphony
ridden by Ted Hicks

'who did a hat-trick
in Newbury last week.

'He's closely followed now
by Lower Depths, number 12,

'breaking ground from
Distant Point in fifth position.

'But coming now
to the second fence...'

- Want a refill?
- Thanks.

- '..and sensational!'
- Smith!

Tony! Smith's fallen off!

You missed it!

You mean, the horse fell?

No. Smith just fell off!

Really? Was he hurt?

I don't know.

Well, it's probably nothing
to worry about, huh?

Look, I think I ought to go home.
He could have been hurt.

But you're spending the day
with me, remember?

I'm sorry, Tony,
but I want to get back.

Oh, don't worry, darling.
You'll see. He'll be all right.

CROWD MURMURING

What is it now, Johnson?

Well, it's the new stable hand,
Mr Meadows.

The Honourable Lucien Ffordsham.

The Honourable?

From now on, known as Ffordsham.

He wants to earn a living,
for a change, learn a trade.

I see. Well, now...

Hello, Mr Meadows.

I'll be with you in a moment, Steed.

Erm, Ffordsham can have the room
over number two stable.

Right, sir. This way.

Afternoon, sir.
- Afternoon to you.

I suppose you've come to see
no-one's ridden off with Sebastian.

First of all, I want to see you
about Mr Smith's accident yesterday.

Now have you got any ideas?

Must have been half cut through
before the race started.

Looks as though sliced with a razor.

I could have sworn
everything was all right

when I gave Lynton Smith
a leg up in the Parade Ring.

Twenty-five years as a trainer.
Nothing like this has

ever happened before.
- I see.

These dopers will stop at nothing.

They can't get at the horse,
they'll get at the rider.

This time, they've gone too far.

It will be a charge of murder.

I'm going to call the police.

Are you sure they were horse dopers?

I mean, Lower Depths
wasn't a hot favourite.

They couldn't have nobbled.
There would be no point in it,

in nobbling either the horse
or the jockey.

I think there were more
personal reasons.

What do you suggest we do?

Hold off calling the police
until after the postmortem.

- All right.
- And in the meantime,

I'd like to have a small word
with Sebastian.

- I'll get someone to take you...
- Oh, don't worry. I know my way.

You just, er, phone up
and tell them I'm coming, OK?

Right.

Meadows here.

Mr Steed wants to enter the stables.
Let him in, please, yeah?

What?

Well, that's your department.
Deal with it.

Yes, I know,
but we've no choice, have we?

Hello, Sebastian.

How's the climate suiting you then,
old boy, eh?

I haven't got anything today.
I'm stingy.

HE EXHALES

HE SNIFFLES

Oh.

Mm. Very nice, too.

There.

This is the house.

Number 17,
Avenue de la Grande Aimee.

His car.

Registration number 8293-MY-75.

The man leaves this house
in this car every morning

at ten past eight.

He's driven along
the Champs-Elysees to Concorde,

Follows the same
to Boulevard de Palais,

turns right and continues
to Boulevard St Michel.

He stops at number 29.

Excellent. Now your assignment.

Ah, Patrice Dubois, age 54.

Major shareholder
of the House of Suchet.

Good.

Here's your passport and money.

And you'll need these.

You'll fly with the horses
and three other stablemen tonight.

It's a chartered aircraft
departing at seven twenty five.

When you arrive at Chantilly,

rooms have been booked
for all of you

at the Pension Gujon.

At exactly eleven o' clock tonight,

a light blue car
will be parked outside the Pension.

Here are the car keys.

You can be in Paris in 30 minutes.

You go to number 69,
Avenue Emile Burns,

report to Monsieur Goldstein.

He'll put you up for the night.

Right. Contact me
when you get back tomorrow.

To your very good health.

I'll take any calls now.

Who?

Oh, send her in, will you?

Mrs Gale. Oh.

Do come in. Won't you sit down?

Well, what can I do for you?

Your settler and I can't agree,
I'm afraid.

What's the problem?

I placed an each-way Yankee
with £10 stakes

on Nekrassov at 3-1,

Robin Hood at 7-2,

Wally Pone at 11-4,

and Reedy River at 5-1.

Now that was a total investment
of £220.

That checks.

They came up, so I should
have got back 9,690 pounds,

18 shillings and tuppence.

What's the quibble, tuppence?

No, Mr Heuston.

A matter of sixty-five pounds,
twelve and sevenpence short.

Your settler has checked it once
but refuses to check it again.

See, I think
he's reckoning Nekrassov

at a quarter of the odds
instead of a third.

You mean, there were less
than eight runners in the race?

Yes. Hold the Line was scratched.

You see, if he's reckoning
at a quarter,

that would make the place double

come to fifteen pounds,
two and a penny less.

The place trebled thirty pounds,
six and thruppence less.

And the place accumulator

twenty pounds,
four and thruppence less.

That's a total discrepancy
of sixty-five pounds,

twelve and sevenpence.

Tell me, how do you calculate it?

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
Well, I take the place odds,

add one unit to each,

multiply them together,

and subtract one unit at the end.

Then I know the odds
against the doubles and trebles.

Incidentally, your settler
got it right with Wally Pone.

He took into account
there were less than

eight runners in that race.

Mrs Gale, have you ever worked
for a turf accountant?

No, but I've been a racegoers
for a long time.

I'm very glad there aren't
any more like you about.

We'd be out of business.

Tell me, do you know this one,

when would a punter definitely win
by backing every horse in a race?

Well...

Say there were ten horses.

You add one to the odds
of each of those ten horses.

Then you take the reciprocal
of those ten numbers.

And if the sum of the reciprocal
is less than one, you must win.

You're very talented, Mrs Gale.

I'm glad you think so.
There's something I wanted to ask.

Oh? You want to extend your credit?

No. I'm looking for a job.

Well, but the money
you've just won, why work?

Winnings don't last forever.
You should know that, Mr Heuston.

True.

Yes, well, this business of mine
is certainly expanding.

OK, you're on.

And what are the terms?

£70 a week, mostly tax-free.

You'll be this side
of the glass wall.

A lot of the time,

you'll be completely
in charge of the place.

I have another enterprise

which is taking up
more and more of my time.

Anyone with your head
for figures would be,

well, pretty useful about the place.

Useful enough,
would you say, to be worth 100?

You drive a hard bargain.

OK, £100.

When do I start?

You've already started.

Then perhaps you'd show me
the office routine?

With pleasure.

Outside phone, internal phone.

That one's direct
to my London office.

Now, over here we have...
in these cabinets,

we have client's references in here.

Now our credit clients in here.

And what's in there?

Oh, you could call those
the dead files in there.

Dead or... about to be dead.

- Where did you get it?
- It was picked up on the course.

You can see
it's been deliberately cut.

Well, I pointed it out to Steed.

And he didn't want
to take it to the police, eh?

No. Strange, isn't it?

I'm beginning to wonder
about Mr Steed.

And where he is.

When did you last see him?

He wanted to see Sebastian again.

With his letter of authority,
what else could I do?

I can tell you, Major,

I'll be darned glad
when that horse is out of here.

And Steed, too.

I don't trust that fellow.

I don't trust him.

HE EXHALES

ITEMS CLATTER

Caviar?
BROWN GRUNTS

All right, now hurry up
and settle down.

Right, before we start
this evening,

I want to introduce you
to Ffordsham

spelled with two small Fs.
- How do you do?

Take a pew.

JOHNSON CLEARS HIS THROAT

Now I want to devote the first half
of this evening to poisons.

Now poisons come
in two main categories.

Irritant and corrosive.

In nature and in man's
historical applications of poisons,

both categories
have but one purpose.

To kill.

That was a lovely meal.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

By the way, do you mind if I smoke?

- No, not at all.
- Thank you.

What made you give up mathematics
and take to bookmaking?

Well, there's more money
in bookmaking.

That the only reason?

Well, I've...

I've always been
a greedy man, Cathy.

At university,
my mathematics tutor said to me,

"Mathematicians could rule
the world."

So this gave me a big idea.

And I calculated
that with my knowledge,

I could just about ruin

any of the local
professional gamblers.

I started with poker,
won hands down.

Then on to roulette, but small fry.

So I set about to bookmakers.

That's where I came unstuck,

because... horses aren't
just figures to juggle with.

They're living creatures.
So are the people who handle them.

And who dope them?

Well, you know the old saying
on the racecourse, Cathy.

The punter who hasn't got
a horse in his family tree

stays a punter forever.

No, the only way to win at this game

is to know
who's been given orders to lose.

So, you got into debt
with a bookmaker.

That's right and instead
of kicking my teeth in,

he asked me to go and work for him.

I reminded him that
I'm still working for a degree.

His words were,
"Stop being a high-minded idiot.

"Sell out and grow up."

So you sold out.

No, not immediately.

I... I worked for that man
for about three years.

Then I opened up my own account.

So really one could say
you were trapped into bookmaking.

But grew to like it afterwards?

You could say that.

I've been trapped into other things
as well since then,

but I wouldn't say I enjoy them.

I can't see you doing
anything you didn't want to.

Well, there are those occasions
when one has no alternative.

It's either that or...

Or what?

Take now, for instance.

I have to leave you.

Must you?

I have no alternative.

HE SNAPS FINGERS
Waiter? Check, please.

JOHNSON: Now the next bit's
rather complicated,

so I want you to pay attention.

Now the spring loading
is operated by this trigger here.

Now as you've just seen,
it takes considerable pressure

to force the spring back.

So that'll have to be done

before you reach
the actual site of operation.

I mean, anyone seeing you
trying to get that spring back

in the Royal Enclosure
is likely to get a bit suspicious.

JOHNSON: Once you've got
the spring back into position,

you are now equipped
with one of the deadliest

short-range weapons ever invented.

To complete its deadliness,
the dart is inserted here.

Now the poison
on the tip of the dart

will remain potent
for a good four hours.

Now the great advantage
of this weapon

is that it can be used
in a seemingly innocent way.

As the race is in progress,

preferably at the height
of excitement,

you turn your binoculars
away from the horses

and take aim at the subject.

Now with the built-in rangefinder,
which is there...

Pass it along...

..accuracy up to ten yards
is guaranteed.

Now take a good look
cos you can't afford

to make mistakes.

Now, ejection of the dart

is achieved by pressing
this button here.

And as you've seen tonight,

the mechanism operates
without any sound at all.

Well, here's the man
you've all been waiting for.

Right, that'll be the lot
for tonight.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Four weeks' pay
for only three days' work.

£200.

Right. You're up at dawn.
You better turn in now.

- Here's yours.
- Thanks.

Tell me, how's Ffordsham making out?

Oh, he'll be all right.

You know, I think it's time
we used him. Hmm?

Well, name the job
and I'll set it up for him.

OK. Let's go.

I want to know who he is.

He came here with a letter
from the government

requiring me to allow him
into the stables

to watch over Sebastian II.

I don't think
we've anything to worry about.

Steed was in
the harness room last night.

He beat up Brown.
Likely he saw everything.

What's that got to do with me?

Are you still pretending

you don't know what goes on
in your own stables?

What you and Johnson do,
I don't wanna know.

- Let me remind you...
- I don't want to hear!

We train killers,
highly professional murderers.

And you're part of the organisation,
whether you like it or not.

Now I want you to get
that horse Sebastian out of there.

Can't do that.
The Sultan is my friend.

Just because
you hobnob with aristocracy

means nothing to me.

Look, I've told you
what you want to know.

Steed's interest is solely confined
to the welfare of one horse.

I'm sure of that.
- Well, I'm not.

I thought we agreed
that you'd keep away from here.

I'd look after this end
of the business!

We also agreed that you be careful
whom you let into the stables.

- They're still mine, you know.
- Are they?

With £10,000
outstanding gambling debts?

I've only got to breathe the word
that you're in debt to a bookmaker

and your stables
would be worth nothing.

Big decisions, little man.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

You did say Pantling?

That's right. Ronald Pantling.

Actually, Major Ronald Pantling.

Oh, yes, I've got it here.

I'm afraid I can't raise
your credit without...

- Hello, Major.
- Ah, good to see you, Heuston.

Your delightful young lady
has been very patient with me.

A question of increasing
my maximum credit.

That'll be all right, Cathy.

By the way, I've got some rather
private business to attend to.

I wonder if you could sort this out
in the outer office?

- Yes, of course.
- Thank you.

- This way, Major.
- Thank you.

Very good of you, old chap.

Not at all.

Send him in now.

Thank you.

HEUSTON: Come in.

Sit down.

I have an assignment for you.

This is where he lives.

This is his car.

This is the man you have to kill.

Ronald Pantling.
Is he at the club now?

No, I don't want to hold on.

Look, surely you must know
if he's there or not.

Hello, Ann.

Major, I've been phoning everywhere
to try and find you.

Why? What's the trouble?

I wondered if you knew
where my father was.

No.

You see, he didn't come
to breakfast this morning

and no-one's seen him.

Well, perhaps he had
to go up to London.

I'm sure he would have told me.

Well, have you tried the police?

Oh, no, of course not.

One of their jobs, you know,
tracing missing people.

Then maybe I should phone them.

Well, let's not do anything
too drastic for the moment.

You leave it to me.

I'm so worried. He's never
done anything like this before.

No, but you leave it to me.

I have an idea
who may know something about this.

Ah, you can settle that by phone.

Right.

Can I see you?

Yes.

Yeah. That'll be all for now, Cathy.

I... I'll be outside
checking over the next race.

Well, who's the bird?

She's got brains.

Don't worry.
She doesn't know anything about us.

Yet.

But she could be trying to.

I want you to find out everything
you can about her.

- OK.
- All right. What was it you wanted?

Well, it's about
that old fool, Meadows.

What about him?

He came into the stables with a gun.

Had some idea
about taking me and the others

down to the police station.
- When was this?

Last night. I tried to get you,

but I take it
you were out on the town.

I see.

Well, what did you do?

I took the gun off him, of course.

I suppose he expected us
to touch our caps to him,

call him "sir"
and go along like good little boys.

Where is he now?

Well, he got a bit rough.
There was a fight.

Look, you're not gonna like this,
but there was an accident.

I mean, it was an accident.

You fool, Johnson.

I'm sick and tired
of being treated like a serf!

They think they can treat
everyone like animals!

You're still a fool.

Where's the body?

Well, he...
he's all set to go on a journey.

Don't worry, no-one will find it.

It does rather change the situation,
doesn't it?

I mean, now your girlfriend, Ann,

will have to be told the truth,
won't she?

Hello, Miss Meadows.

I'm afraid my father isn't here.
It's just me.

I just wanted to give
Sebastian some sugar.

Without my father's permission,

I can't have you admitted
to the stables.

They know your voice on the phone.

You just pick it up
and tell them I'm coming.

Not without my father's permission.

Oh!
- Oh, let me help you. Oops!

Just for me?
- Not even for you. Look, I must go.

Morning, Mr Steed.

Good morning to you.

Holding the fort?

I was just admiring
this fine old desk.

No value.

Woodworms.
- Oh.

You've seen Ann?

I was giving her a hand.
She just went out.

She seemed a trifle upset.

Oh, I don't wonder.
Meadows has disappeared.

- Oh?
- I didn't like to tell her.

But I had a very odd letter
in the post this morning.

I'll read some of it to you.

"My dear old friend,
I've suddenly realised

"what a mess I'm making of my life.

"But the facts have to be..."

It's terrible handwriting.

Ah. "If anything happens to me,

"I want you to run the stables
until Ann is of age to take over."

No wonder she was upset.

I want to have a word
with Sebastian.

Do you mind phoning up
and saying I'm coming?

- Delighted.
- Thank you very much.

I don't think
I'll ever make a stableman.

HE CHUCKLES

Major Pantling here.

You're to admit Mr Steed.

Yes, I'm acting on behalf
of Mr Meadows.

Hello, old boy. How are you?

Here you are.
That'll supplement your diet a bit.

By the way, keep your eye
on the liability on Fifth Symphony.

We might have got a tip for it.

We don't make her
a loser on the books.

Who?

Miss Meadows?

I see.

All right, send her in.

Ann, how nice to see you.

How are you, hmm?

Tony, have you seen my father?

No, not today.
Isn't he at the stables?

- No.
- Will you have a drink?

I don't want anything.
Tony, Dad's disappeared.

Well, do you know anything about it?
- Why should I?

Because you've got some
sort of hold over him.

That's why he's forbidden me
to see you again, isn't it?

I thought it was because a bookmaker

wasn't fit company
for a trainer's daughter.

You know that's not the reason.

Tell me something, Ann.

Why did you defy
your father's wishes?

Because I wanted to know
what was going on.

Is that the only reason
for seeing me?

Well, no.

I'm glad.

Come and sit down, hmm?

Ann, you've got
to know sooner or later

so I might as well tell you now.

Your father's had an accident.
He's dead.

What?

You might as well know
the rest, too.

And please do me the favour
of not passing judgment

till you've heard it all.

There's an organisation that I'm in
and that your father was part of.

It all goes on
in what are now your stables.

I don't believe you.

It all starts off with one man
getting the edge somehow

on two other men
who don't know each other.

He says to one man,

"Obey my orders
or my other man will kill you."

He says that to the other man, too.

So both of them
are in terror of the unknown.

From then on,
it's like building a pyramid

from the top downwards
getting bigger and bigger.

What's an organisation
like that for?

To kill, to make money.

An organisation based on terror
can be used for anything.

My father was living
under this threat, too?

- We all are, but the pay is good.
- Oh, shut up!

I'm sorry. I'll be serious.

You know,
it was fun when it started,

because of the money.
But after a time, you know,

anyone who steps through that door
may be my Trojan Horse.

Because just like the wooden horse

that the Greeks let the Trojans
drag into their city,

the person coming through that door
may look all right,

but they may have been
ordered to kill me.

Then you're not the head
of this organisation.

No, Ann,
I'm one step down the pyramid,

and I never know
who my killer will be

if ever I step out of line.

Such as planning
to run away from it all.

That would be stepping out of line,
wouldn't it?

You? Of course.

The most innocent-looking
Trojan Horse there could be.

Oh, no. I'm not part of your racket.

The only reason I've been seeing you

is because I knew you had
some hold over Dad.

I wanted to protect him.

Well, now you've told me
what I've been trying to find out.

Ann? It won't solve anything.

Give it to me.

ANN YELLS

BOTH GRUNT
HEUSTON SHOUTS

Now phone the police.

Hello. Kirby here.

Assignment in Paris completed.

Request permission to enter stables.

Right. Thanks.

- Mrs Gale?
- Yes?

You may remember me? Major Pantling?

I wonder if you'd come out
to the stables with me.

- Which stables?
- Meadows.

Something I want to discuss
with you and your friend Steed.

He's out there now.

Car's outside, engine ticking over.

There in no time.

All right.

Yeah?

Yeah?

Well, what do you mean,
he's not there?

Police?

Right.

What do you hope to get out of it?

This organisation
can't go on forever.

Be quiet.

Would 1,000 quid
interest you, in cash?

I make that in a month now.

How about an Earldom?
I could fix that for you.

- What's he talking about?
- He's trying to bribe me.

You won't get far with that, mate.

You can't bribe people
when they know they got a gun

in their own back.
- And what did Heuston say?

He said to do away with him.

Well, go on, shoot him.

I've just given you an order!

Heuston's just confirmed this
over the telephone, has he?

I'm telling you, shoot him!

- Anyone around?
- JOHNSON: Keep out of here!

- What's going on here?
- Kirby!

You said he was dead!
- Ffordsham!

GUN FIRES
JOHNSON SCREAMS

All right.
Who else is due for my execution?

- FFORDSHAM: Himself, I believe.
- Stand against the wall!

Come on, help him up.

GUN FIRES
JOHNSON GROANS

Hold it! Fetch the gun!

Thank you very much, Your Lordship.

Where was Mr Steed
when he asked you to fetch me?

He must have been here somewhere.

He spoke to me on the house phone
from the stables.

Must be in there.

Not very bright for someone.

Bad management.
Not meant for your eyes at all.

Strange day all around, what?

Sorry, Mrs Gale. In there.

All right, Major. I'll relieve you
of your shooting stick.

Looks as if we need
some more carrots.

You'd better order five tons.

Yes, and what about some hay?

Well, you can see about that, too.

How are the new stable hands
coming on?

Oh, they'll be all right.

And by the way,
Five Acres has got a cough again.

Oh, he's just putting it on.

But Brandy Snaps
is fit at as a fiddle.

- Good.
- Hello, hello.

Oh, you just off?

- I'm afraid we must.
- Oh.

What's it like running
the stables on your own?

As you can see,
I'm not completely on my own.

Lucien is helping me out.

Yes, we'd better get
those orders off.

Where do you keep the books?
- They're in the office. Come on.

- You haven't met Sebastian?
- No, I haven't.

Sebastian, this is Mrs Gale.
There you are.

Hello, Sebastian.

And we're off
to a good relationship.

Is he ever going to run in a race?

Very shortly, and under my colours.

The Sultan's made me
a present of him.

Hasn't he, Sebastian?
- That's very generous of him.

Yeah. He's a four-year-old,
you know.

Four-year-old? You must be joking.

Eh?

SEBASTIAN NEIGHS

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