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And there the gold goes up to ground level.

That accounts for the armoured trucks, et cetera.

Yes, it's consignment from the night flight to Zurich.

Pretty cool, darling.

Air conditioning.

It's maintained at a steady 60.

Ready? Lead on.

This is for the first of a pair of doors to stand in front of this panel, the

operating site concealed.

All right, Mrs. Gale. I'm bringing Mr. Seed in with me.

Righty -ho.

Now, our pictures have been recorded on film, Mr. Gale.

Mark.

This is another check.

Why? In case someone slips in behind me. I see.

Mr. Groves?

Okay, Mrs. Gale.

How much is it all worth?

Like to guess?

I haven't even begun.

Three million pounds.

Three million?

Yeah.

How many men would it take to remove the lock?

Six.

Are you sure?

Positive. I've got it all planned.

There's a Mr.

Steve to see you, sir.

Show him in?

Very good, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Spag, it's very kind of you to see me.

Charming place you got here.

That's good.

Mrs. Spag?

Sit down, Mr.

Speed. Steed.

Thank you very much.

Throat? Heart.

Angina. I'm sorry.

Amyl nitrite. You crush it in a handkerchief and sniff. It's a last

Interesting. Is it?

I find other people's illnesses a bore.

I've got a proposition for you.

Do you want me to go on? When I don't say anything, it means go on.

When I've heard enough, you'll be in no doubt.

It's a robbery.

Large one, very large. Gold.

Three to four million pounds worth.

I need someone to help me.

Somebody to do the job, really.

I can line it all up and see that everybody knows what they've got to do.

Perfectly easily.

I have a contact.

She's a woman.

She's a member of a bullion company. She has free access to the vaults. A

sitting duck.

Only the actual robbery. That's why I need you to effect the introductions.

Before that, of course, we'll come to some financial arrangement.

Three million!

Well, that'd keep anybody happy, wouldn't it?

She's Mrs. Gale.

Employed by the company a long time.

Years, in fact. Mr.

Speed, would you... The bell.

Good. Here.

You rang, sir.

Show him out, Flemming. This way, sir.

You're not interested?

What's wrong? It's a sitting duck. Just one thing wrong, Mr. Speed. What's that?

You're 15 years too late.

Sovereigns have no serial numbers.

And although gold bars have mint marks stamped on them, mint marks, it's only a

few seconds' work to shave them off.

Because gold and currencies backed by gold are the foundation of international

credit, We can only tell what the strength of the pound is by knowing the

of backing we have behind our currency.

And to the Chancellor.

The United States has the greatest gold reserves in the world.

Approximately 5 ,710 million pounds worth.

More than half of this is at Fort Knox.

The gold is in standard mint bars.

How much do bars weigh?

Oh, see, no one's ever going to ask me that.

You know what they'll ask?

Four hundred troy ounces, and they measure six and three quarters by three

half by one and three quarter inches.

Value?

Five thousand pounds.

And at Fort Knox, there are eight hundred thousand of them, weighing eight

thousand eight hundred tons.

Satisfied? Yes.

You're becoming a proper slave driver.

I've got my whip upon the kitchen table.

...was to restrict gold imports throughout the Indian subcontinent.

And so raised the price of gold to exactly double its level on the free

Exactly double.

The Bretton Woods Monetary Agreement paid the price of gold at 35 American

dollars per ounce.

35 dollars.

So with one fell swoop, the Indian government issued an unwritten

Very smart.

Issued an unwritten invitation to every gold smuggler in the business. End of

take two.

Where have you been? Vincy Spag.

Oh, really?

J .P. Spag.

Good old J .P.

You don't know him?

No.

Before your time.

It's a little late for flattery. He calls himself a crime broker.

What did he mean by that? He's a sort of entrepreneur of crime. If you wanted to

commit a robbery and you didn't know how to go about it, you went to see him.

For a cut of the cake, he fixed it all up for you.

He has a dossier on all the criminals in the country.

After that, he'd get rid of the stuff for you for another cut.

Naturally.

Dropping the poppy, as they say.

Nice little racket.

Do you remember the Bloemfontein diamonds robbery?

Well, his granny used to talk about him.

Well, Spag was in his element then.

Five years, he was king of the underworld.

What's he done since?

He's hung up his gloves.

Oh, so he likes you to believe.

But you don't? No.

Has he ever done time?

Once, and only once.

He must be good.

He is.

Or was.

Well, like a lot of retired people, he's itching to get back in the harness.

Any of the well -planned ones.

Those could be him.

That latest airport duel, the great train robbery.

Just about his mark.

What was his reaction to you?

He didn't want to know. He said, I was 15 years too young.

Well, that's that then.

Who do we try next?

Nobody.

What do you mean?

It's got to be Spag.

He's the one we're after.

What if he doesn't bite?

I can't believe that while he's got blood in his veins, he'll resist.

Three million pounds in gold. He'll bite.

Well? Sir?

Oh, no quiz games, Fleming. The subject is Steve.

Get on.

The bowler, custom -made, Hemmings and Pauls and James.

Beautifully blonde.

Not a penny under ten guineas. The umbrella, Bolton and Son, 63 model.

weighted handle. Perfect balance, just right for a man of his height.

And the suit, it's a dream.

Cut by an artist.

Cliff Brothers.

Definitely Savile Row, 65.

Guinness, 75.

Is he carrying a gun? A gun?

In a suit like that, sir, he couldn't have carried another fountain pen. Get

The shirt.

South Sea silk, made to measure 10 guinness. Impeccably cut.

The cufflinks, cabochon crystal. Remind me, I've lost a button. Very good, sir.

Charcoal gray silk hose.

Shoes, handmade teal St. James.

Slightly antiqued.

Polished like mahogany. Upper sandway. Significant that. What of? Excellent

valet service.

And, sir, the sergeant miniature in the hall. What about?

He recognized it.

Well, that's good, is it?

Good? It's excellent. A gentleman of obvious quality. Shut up. I want to know

about the man, not about the tailor's dummy.

If I might say so, sir. A more fitting companion than some of our more recent

acquaintances. I do believe you're a snob, Fleming.

Naturally, sir. That's what I'm paid for.

Leave me alone.

Russian or China today, sir?

China. Slice of lime.

Very good, sir.

So at Bretton Woods they had this monetary agreement pegging the price of

at what?

Do you remember?

35 American dollars an ounce.

No point telling you anything, is there? You don't concentrate. You just sit

there grinning at me.

Any news?

No.

No calls?

No.

I'm beginning to think you're right about Spag. Well, J .P. doesn't seem to

showing much enthusiasm, does he? Well, give him another day.

How about the gold cramming? It's fine.

Anyhow, it's not a waste of time.

Never. Think how few pawnbrokers have had your training.

Oh,

did you find your purse?

No, I went back to the boot shop. They hadn't seen it. Well, someone will

it.

How did you find the fella from Scotland Yard? He's made for ground.

He certainly knows his gold. It was very good practice for him.

He's apparently the most knowledgeable fellow in the country.

Hello. Good afternoon, sir. Mr. John Steve. That's me.

Superintendent Manley, sir.

Scotland Yard.

Oh, come in, Superintendent.

Sergeant Westwood.

Sergeant. Come in, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Sorry to trouble you, sir. Oh, it's no trouble.

One of your friend of mine, Mrs. Gale. These are two gentlemen from Scotland

Yard. Is that Mrs.

Catherine Gale of 14 Primrose Hill?

That's right.

It's Mrs. Gale we're looking for, actually, sir.

Oh, what?

Sorry to be so formal about this, sir.

Mrs. Catherine Gale, it's my duty to arrest you on the charge of the willful

murder of Mr. John Spag at approximately 10 a .m. this morning.

It's my further duty to inform you that anything you say may be taken down and

used as evidence.

May I see that?

Yes, it was issued about 40 minutes ago, sir.

But I don't know this man's bag.

We had an excellent description of you, madam, from his butler.

But not only that. In your excitement, you left your purse behind.

A purse?

But I lost it.

We found it.

I dropped it somewhere this morning. In Spag's conservatory? Did you report it?

No. Why not?

I thought I'd left it in a shop.

Are you sure it's mine?

Contents. Four pounds, sixteen and nine.

An address card and a repair ticket in your name for a pair of leather boots to

be re -healed.

Superintendent, I think there must be some mistake.

I don't think so, sir. Well, I don't know this J .P.'s bag. I've never even

him. How did you know his initials are J .P.? I said his name was John. I can

explain that.

Not just now, sir.

Mrs. Gale, I must ask you to come along with us. May I come along, too? Later,

if you don't mind, sir.

Oh, well.

Hey, don't worry.

I'll make a couple of phone calls and fix everything.

I hope so.

Thank you for your cooperation, sir. Superintendent.

Yes, sir.

What happened to Spag?

He was shot.

25 Beretta.

Ladies gun, if I've ever seen one.

Feel any better, dear?

You'll soon pull out of it.

Where am I?

All the way.

All the way.

Oh.

I've been drugged. Yes.

Oh, the M .O. gave you a shot of something after.

And afterwards.

Calm you down.

Could I have a drink, please?

Yes.

Send drugs, dear.

Drives your mouth right up, doesn't it? Had my appendix out once. Couldn't spit

the sixpence.

Chateau, all the way. Thank you.

How long have I been here?

Oh, I couldn't really say, dear.

I haven't been on this one long.

What day is it?

Tuesday.

Tuesday.

Well, why am I here?

Well, you should know. I don't.

Hey, you're not the baby strangler, are you?

Baby strangler?

Oh, no.

No, you don't look the sort.

The bomb and the airliner.

Oh, no. They topped her last week.

Sprague. Oh, really?

Oh, of course. I read about it in the paper. What was it now?

Crime passionnel. Oh, get away with that in France, they say.

When's the trial?

Trial?

You're a bit late, love. What happened?

They found you guilty.

Guilty? Yes.

This is the condemned cell.

It's a one -way ticket from here.

How is it I don't remember anything about the trial?

Search me. It can happen.

You'll crown that one, will you?

As soon as you hear the word guilty, the mind breaks down.

I don't know why, but it does happen.

I can remember being arrested.

I can remember getting into the police car.

A superintendent man.

Then it's a complete blank.

Perhaps just as well.

Who's this Steed you spoke about?

Steed? He's a friend of mine.

How do you know that?

Well, you mentioned his name once or twice.

Oh.

Why did you do him in?

Who's that?

Were there others?

But I didn't kill him. Oh, it's a bit late to say that now, Mrs. Gold. But

always said it. I didn't kill him. Well, according to them, you did.

How can I go through a whole trial and not remember anything?

This will be the chaplain, dear.

See you later.

Hello, Mrs. Gay.

Padre. Looks as though I've inherited a winning position.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Five thousand miles and I wind up as chaplain to a woman's prison.

There are many ways of serving God.

Padre. I don't know what I'm doing here. I didn't murder that man's bag. I don't

remember any trial.

Perhaps I can help you fill in the pieces. There was a trial.

For that, you'll have to take my word.

Could I see some newspapers?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gale. That's against regulations.

Proof does not have to be tangible. Believe me.

According to your faith, be done to you, Matthew Knight.

Mark. You're right. Mark.

Why was I supposed to have murdered him? What was the motive?

There was talk of a robbery.

You and an accomplice needed Spag's assistance.

They were the rough details as I remember them.

Who was this accomplice, Teed?

You mentioned his name a lot.

Hasn't he done anything to get me out of here?

Does he have influential friends?

Contacts in the right places? The police, perhaps?

Not that I know of.

Who is Teed?

What does he do?

I don't know him that well.

He's a man about time.

Seems to have lots of money and does precious little for it. Was the robbery

idea? Yes.

I worked for a bull... I worked for a bullion firm.

I was responsible for seeing that gold reserves were maintained at a certain

level.

And for seeing that demands could be met.

We devised this plan for robbing the vault. Perhaps he'll go ahead without

Maybe one should do something about it.

I don't think so.

I was the only one who had access to votes.

I see.

Padre? Yes?

How much longer?

Eleven more days.

Is there anything else you would like to tell me?

Very well.

I'll see you again tomorrow.

Mr. Steed, how are you, sir?

Where's Spag?

Sir, if this is a joke, it's an extremely poor taste. You stop fooling.

he? Mr. Spag is no longer with us.

I should have thought that you of all people would have known that. I don't

believe you.

The bullet, a .25, went through the heart and right lung, emerging at the

thoracic wall, at the level of the ninth rib, in the middle auxiliary line,

resulting in massive hemorrhage.

In layman terms, sir, he was shot.

I don't believe a word of it.

You're welcome to look under the dust cover, sir, if you think he's hiding,

I do assure you, not here.

You'll be in that chair permanently if you don't answer my question.

Mrs. Gale to see the governor.

Oh, right -o.

Come on, this is us.

What's it all about?

Oh, you don't ask questions, Mr. Governor.

Well, come on, yourself up.

Please, don't argue.

Where am I? A chair for Mrs. Gale.

You wanted to meet some boys who could help hoist your bullion.

Here we are, clean, safe, and certified.

So I didn't kill Stan.

From the trial?

From the death tilt?

All phony.

Beasts, aren't we?

A drink for Mrs. Gale. She looks practically nude.

But why?

We wanted to know who we were dealing with.

We gave you an offer up to hang yourself six times over.

Now we figure we'll have a closer look.

See if you're on the square.

Thank you.

Now introductions.

Manly and Westwood, you have already met two of the best men currently not

working for Scotland Yard.

How do you do once again?

That Longstreet Connaughton, that's Peterson.

That's Sobaka.

Gruber.

And Hammond, he's the one cleaning out the condemned cell.

Do you make a habit of using it? Oh, no, it was a hasty conversion.

Used to be the laundry room. We are men of many parts, you know, Mr. Gale.

And I'm Abe Benham.

Abe for Abraham, as in Lincoln.

How's the drink, Mrs. Gale?

Fine, thank you.

I admire the way you took it. I think I'd have gone off midnight.

I admire the way you did it.

Who is the wardress? My sister.

She's an actress. Used to be in Rep.

Nice performance.

What happened in the car?

Do you remember the bag of sweets?

I took one and I offered them to you.

That was it. Then we gave you an injection.

I read a little medicine once. I'm a great reader.

We must get some of Mrs. Gale's clothes.

I think the prison garb is a bit depressing. We've never had the

Tell Peterson what you want and he'll fix it. Would you like a tub before we

down to business?

Yes. Show Mrs. Gale where everything lives, will you? Sure. I'll take your

glass. Oh, thank you.

If you don't see it in the window, just ask.

Right.

That's Hammond.

Tell him he can finish up later.

For the record, I repeat what I said earlier.

I'm no do -right daddy.

But while she's here, she gets VIP treatment.

Understood? Yes. Don't aim to influence anyone's decision.

But one thing she is.

She's cool.

Yes. I still don't understand why she didn't crack.

Must have a clear conscience.

We shall try it sometime.

You can finish up a place later.

You've all met her.

You all know vaguely what the deal is.

We've heard Spag's version. Yeah, but he's an old man, Abe. How do we know we

can trust him? We know the risks.

No, it's up to you. You vote in it. In, out.

The majority take it.

Any questions?

If she knows the first thing about gold, I'll be very surprised.

Well, I for one, Hammond, won't be surprised. I think she's as talented as

looks, believe me. That should satisfy everybody.

Yeah, we're wasting time. Let's vote. Agreed.

If the Inns have it, we go right ahead.

If they're out, she goes back home on the next bus.

Out.

In.

In.

Out. Does this sound like a portrait?

In.

Out.

What do you know?

They each are non -liberals.

Well, what happens now, Abe? It's up to you, Abe. You're up to vote.

I call enough of the shots around here.

Try this on your pianos.

Since we're all divided on this, then it seems pretty silly for me to vote right

off the top.

One way or the other, it would be unfair to half of you.

So, what do you say?

I sound her out some more, size up her scheme, and then decide.

Good idea. Yeah, yeah, that's okay by me, Abe.

The rest of you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right. This time tomorrow, we're either in business or we're in.

You're in fine shape for someone who's been dead for nearly a week.

Ah, you've brought the thing.

Small suitcase.

Should be everything she needs.

Where is she, by the way?

Safe.

That wasn't the question.

She's staying with friends.

What friends? Bullion friends.

When do I get to see her?

Don't.

I don't, eh?

Not at all.

Why not?

Their idea.

What are they trying to do, cut me out?

We haven't got a written agreement. We haven't any agreement.

There's been no agreement between Mrs. Gale and myself.

Trust her.

I think I'm much on this.

Don't have to.

Look, it was my idea in the first place. Of course. But then there's no patent

on ideas.

I could query a picture. Quite easily.

What happens now?

The plan, the robbery, they carry it out. Nothing for us to worry about.

Apparently not. Let yourself out.

Fleming's indisposed.

Oh, you'd better get him to talk more readily.

Be more amenable.

He isn't paid to be amenable. In that case, you go on being indisposed.

Who was she?

That was Marianne.

Exquisite creature.

Very expensive, though, weren't you? Cost me a lot. Seven years, to be exact.

She shopped you? That's right. She shopped me.

A frailty. Thy name is woman.

Don't move.

How long have you been in gold?

Years. Where does Mr. Gale come into the picture?

He's dead.

I'm sorry.

Heavy stuff to cart around gold.

Very heavy.

They tell me that each bar is worth about... What is it?

Three thousand pounds?

Five thousand.

As much as that?

Don't know.

I never understood why they didn't use something else instead of gold.

Such as?

Silver. Would take too much. The current price of silver is nine and threepence

an ounce. The highest since 1920.

Gold is twelve pounds ten an ounce.

That answer your question?

All the way. So you'll need about 25 times as much.

Exactly. Where is all the gold in the world?

Mainly in America.

Fort Knox?

Also the Federal Mint in Washington and the Federal Reserve Bank in New York

City. You know what it's all about, don't you?

The acquaintance isn't personal enough.

Yet. Yet?

What sort of percentage deal did you have in mind, Mrs. Gayle?

Fifty -fifty.

50 % for me and my partner, 50 % for you and yours. And Sparrow?

You pay him.

Reasonable. That was what I had in mind.

Sorry, I don't follow.

That little charade in the death cell. What about it? It's going to cost you.

Why? You've had your little joke. Now it's my turn.

5%, 150 ,000.

Jokes on me come expensive.

You're crazy.

Take it or leave it.

We didn't even say we'd do the job.

Keep me posted.

Wait!

You're a smooth operator, Mrs. Gale.

It's a pity it took you so long to find out. You always drive with your foot on

the boards?

Always.

4555, a new face flag.

No. All right, we'll argue a little. No.

Okay, it's on.

You know, Mrs. Gale...

I think I'm going to enjoy this job.

Yes, I think you are.

What's that?

This is Gail's suitcase.

You get on with your housework, Daisy.

No, it looks genuine.

What about you?

No, nothing yet.

Okay.

Put the things back in there nice and tidy and leave it on the bed.

Right. And don't you get trying them on either.

A mason's yard.

Oh, so subch is your real business.

That's right. It's also a convenient way of disposing of things.

A bronze of Napoleon lined with gold.

You know, the sort of thing.

Strictly objedia.

Strictly. Yeah.

You know, there's only one thing that's worrying me.

I'm supposed to be on three weeks' holiday.

Right. So if they don't hear from me, they'll get suspicious.

I always write.

What sort of things do you mean?

Postcards? Yes, missing you, wish you were here, weather fine, that sort of

thing. Who do you send them to?

A couple of colleagues at central office.

I'll have to read them first.

Fair enough.

Where are you supposed to be on this vacation?

Bournemouth.

Look, more the Costa de Sol type to me.

That comes after the robbery.

You'll have your cards.

Thank you.

Yes, I'm holding on.

Oh, Inspector Grant Steed.

Thank you very much for the postcards.

You do, eh?

I didn't think you'd retire there myself.

We got it all fixed for Tuesday.

Six men.

Yes, I thought you would.

See you. Bye.

One of your conversational moods, Fleming?

No, sir, but I would like to say something. What are you waiting for?

permission? It's about Mr.

Steed, sir. Straight to the point.

He's working with the police.

Proof? He's been talking with Inspector Grant of Scotland Yard. How do you know?

I took the liberty of having his telephone instrument tapped. Very

you. Yes, sir.

But then I'm afraid Mr. Steed has gone down somewhat in my estimation, sir.

Well, Fleming, we'll take the necessary action.

Sir.

Is there anything you want, Mrs. Gale?

No, thank you.

Good night, then.

Good night.

Good night, Mr.

Steed.

And art lovers, fellow artists, Mrs. Galen, this is a moment we have looked

forward to for longer than I care to admit. I think you can all guess how I

feel. Show us, Abe, show us.

Bear with me, friend. I understand how you feel, but bear with me.

This is a moment of pride and humility.

Suddenly, I begin to feel quite wonderful.

Friends, I give you my latest offering.

It's called quite simply...

Gold vault.

Best thing you've ever done, eh? Gets you right here.

You think they'll accept it and hang it in the academy?

They'll be hanging all right, eh, if they catch you, huh?

Cut the comedy, boys. Mrs. Gale, the floor is all yours.

The walls, too, if need be.

Gentlemen.

And others present.

In these vaults is two to three million pounds worth of gold. We shall need one

of your specialists from trucks, the cross -country type. The vaults are

situated beneath a large remote country house on the Kent -Sussex border.

Few people know either of its existence or its location.

That's why no one's ever tried to rob it before.

Access to the vaults proper, and by that I mean the gold depository here, is

impossible unless the guard knows and recognises you.

He knows me. I'll bet you he does.

There's a lady in the floor.

Once inside the depository, I shall overpower the guard and operate these

doors, so giving you free access to the gold.

Besides the man who operates these doors, the vaults are guarded by four

men, based here in the guardroom.

They're armed, and they maintain constant radio contact with the local

and the company staff above ground. Oh, that's great. So how do we get in?

We have devoted a lot of thought to this. Devote, sir, air -conditioned.

the only witness.

Only? Yes. The construction is of stressed granite, steel lined

It's made up as follows.

700 cubic feet of granite, 140 cubic yards of concrete, 21 tons of

steel, and 14 tons of structural steel. Right. So come to the air -conditioning.

Yes. Well, here, you see, is where the fresh air comes in. These gratings here.

You'll see they're spaced at frequent intervals.

The plant supplying the vaults is behind the house.

And get this.

Unguarded, except for a single clasp lock on a wooden door with screws this

in the hinges.

It's a piece of cake. Cake! Our intention is to feed in a certain gas

air, and so put the guards out of action.

An air -conditioned Mickey Finn, huh? All right. Wait a minute.

It doesn't kill, does it? Knock them out for an hour.

Hey, hold your horses. If it knocks them out, how come it won't knock us out?

Yeah. You've got a point.

Christmas already.

Open it.

When are we going to do it? All in good time, Jack. Finish the briefing first.

Oh, come on. Tell us.

So... It's touching.

You'd think he'd ever seen three million before.

Twelve o 'clock Tuesday.

Twelve o 'clock Monday.

But you said Tuesday.

Me horoscope.

Had to be Monday.

Doesn't change anything, does it?

I hope not.

Very sad about Mr. Steed, sir.

Very. Seldom known a man with such... Exquisite taste.

Perhaps we ought to send a floral tribute, sir. I think not, Fleming.

small one, sir?

Unsigned? Unsigned ones can be traced, too.

But then, if one shortens a fellow mortal's span, it seems the least one

Thirty bob in exchange for forty years.

I'd still like to know how you recognise the sergeant's miniature.

Most discerning taste.

Perhaps taste didn't come into it.

Sir? Perhaps he just read the signature in the bottom left -hand corner. Oh, no,

sir, no. He was about that.

A gentleman with frailties, admittedly, but a gentleman nonetheless.

Anything else, sir? Dinner!

How much longer, Ague? What's the time? Five -two.

You didn't look. I didn't have to. I got a watch ticking in my head. That could

be dangerous.

Relax, boys, relax.

Youths and maids enjoy today for naught you know of tomorrow.

How are you feeling, Mrs. Gale?

Never better.

Right.

Looks fine.

I'll finish it later.

You think this is a good day for a robbery?

I thought your horoscope was favorable.

Of course.

All right, boys, empty your pockets.

Eyes down for a cool house.

Mrs. Gale, back already?

Yes, I couldn't stay away any longer.

Good holiday.

Fine, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Hello? No, it's Mrs. Gale, temporary relief.

Oh, yes, Mr. Faith.

Right, we'll expect them at three.

It's all right, it's only routine.

The doctor's orders were that I should have lots and lots of money.

Preferably gold.

If not, I would get dull and listless, lose weight.

I shouldn't think you'd ever need to see a doctor again.

Jack, see if I can get the mustache away okay, will you? And burn the gas mask

in the furnace.

You know, Mrs. Gayle, I figure the only proper time to drink to success is after

the job.

There's a lot to be said for that.

Here's to you.

Thank you.

And didn't mind me changing the day of the raid, did you?

Well, why should I?

Thought you looked a mite peeved.

Not at all.

Didn't accept your plans any?

Of course not.

There's your proof.

Yeah.

Of course, you can't ever go back there, can you?

Who wants to?

So why send the postcards?

Sorry, I didn't follow you.

Mrs. Gayle, you've been the smart apple around here too long.

You knew you wouldn't be able to go back there.

So I repeat, why send the postcards?

You're right.

I need them to follow.

Why did you let me?

When the cards were posted, I didn't know how the scheme was going to work.

There's your answer. Neither did I.

Mrs. Gayle, look at it from my point of view.

A strange lady comes in out of the unknown.

You're making it sound very dramatic.

Mrs. Gale, when someone puts you under three million, it is dramatic.

Very dramatic.

Anyway, here she comes with this 24 carat scheme for robbing the end of the

rainbow. All worked out to the last full stop.

And there she goes sending postcards to people she'll never see again.

Wouldn't you be suspicious?

I would, I agree.

But you know what I'd do? Tell me.

I'd put on my thinking cap, and I'd come to the conclusion there was no harm in

keeping everybody sweet till after the robbery.

And then I'd look at the gold.

All three million pounds worth.

And I'd stop being suspicious.

You're a cool one, Mrs. Gale. So you said before.

What are your plans now?

I've got a flight booked to...

Let's just leave it at that. They'll be watching all the airports. Not in

Southern Ireland.

How do you get there?

Is this fisherman in Anglesey who owes me a big favor?

You've read up on your extradition laws?

I'm an authority.

Debbie!

So this is Mrs.

Gayle. Yes.

The raid went like a dream. Yes, so I understand. You should have seen her.

Kill her.

What?

You heard me.

Why? What's the reason?

Steve was in with the police. That's why he wanted to date you. Now, don't waste

time.

Jeff, you can't order, suddenly order someone's death just like it was ice

in a restaurant.

Why not?

I don't care if Steve was playing footsie with the law. I tell you that

went like a dream. Would it have done if she was in with the badgers?

I'd like to hear your answer to that, Mr. Spax.

Fleming. Oh, no, sir, not me. What proof do you have?

Inspector Grant. Grant?

What about him? Oh, that would make you sit up.

Steve was in touch with him. We tapped his phone.

He'd give a lot to know where you were, Abe, and the older you get, the more

likely you are to talk.

So they say.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gale, but I did have my suspicions.

You ever do that Padre act again?

Yes. It was Matthew 9.

I knew it.

Fleming! Fleming!

Can't see a thing with these damn windows.

Mrs. Gay?

We meet again, Mr. Spard.

Flip, sorry I couldn't be here sooner.

I was writing recommendations for a new bulletproof window.

Punts and bits of German street.

They do a good window.

Very smart work, Mr. Steed.

I congratulate you. Glad you approve.

Hardly the word I'd have chosen.

I should have known all that goes.

Too good to be true. I thought it might tempt you.

Wouldn't have done, not in my prime, never.

Still, I'm too old to go to prison. My heart wouldn't stand.

Blamey!

Blamey!

Where's Blamey?

I think he's resigned.

Don't you let him get away, Steve.

He's an accessory. You can nail him for that. He's also a very good butler. I

have a soft spot for a fellow who knows the difference between South Sea silk

and drip dry.

I can find a niche for him.

Don't be long.

What's the hurry?

There's a reward.

There is?

Ten percent.