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But it was the strength in gold at the end of last week that put the equity

market into reverse.

Well, Henry?

You're right. They've upped the dividend.

I owe you a drink, then.

One moment, sir.

Gentlemen, what will it be?

Oh, sorry, the drink will have to wait.

Gracious, what on earth was that? Are you wired for time?

You get it.

Transistorized. It's a portable secretary.

How ingenious.

Henry put me on to it.

I think he must have shares in the company that makes them.

How does it work?

Oh, it's quite simple, really.

When my office wants me, they call the answering service.

They transmit a bleep, and I call them back.

Well, there you are, then.

No need.

That was just to remind us that it's time we left for our board meeting.

Henry? Of course.

Excuse us, Diego.

I won't forget that drink you owe me.

Have it some other time, eh?

It's all right.

No harm done.

Since the war, full employment and a rising standard of living have become

major economic requirements of this country, accompanied inevitably by

inflation.

The future for the industry, gentlemen, is bright.

For our company, the outlook is healthy.

Very good.

For your bath.

Chairman of Todd Hunter dies, share prices flash.

It happened here just two hours ago.

What news?

Legacy from my uncle.

Pity it's dented.

Battle of the Somme, 1916.

German bullet?

Canadian mule.

Todd Hunter died here two hours ago.

He was the sixth company chairman to drop dead in the last year. Each time

chairman was dynamic, virtually indispensable to his company. So the

stood to lose a good deal by his death.

Thrombosis, overwork?

Question, did they fall or were they pushed?

All six of them. Why not?

Motive. Man dies, share prices slash, company becomes cheaper, easier to take

over. Fine, except for one thing.

They weren't taken over.

What next?

A dabble in high finance.

These company chairmen all have one thing in common. A banker named

My apologies, Mr. Steed. Just a minute, Quinn. Will you take Kerry and Biscuits

with me?

Thank you.

What a charming place you have here. It's nice to see the old traditions

maintained. Virtually unchanged for 147 years, ever since the bank was founded.

Well, Mr. Steed, you come to us most highly recommended.

These bona fides are excellent.

Most excellent.

Thank you.

And the nature of your business?

Money. Shall we say one and a half million pounds?

All right, two million then, clear. A nice round figure.

Keeps your accounts tidy, eh?

Mr. Steed. That's just a restart, of course. Might want to double that figure

eventually. Mr. Steed, I admire your attack.

But even on the strength of these references, a loan of two million

A loan?

You misunderstand me.

I haven't come here to borrow.

I want to deposit.

Two million pounds?

If we can agree on the correct way to invest it.

You see, I represent a trust fund set up by one of the armed forces.

We have very substantial funds to invest, and we thought that one of our

merchant banks would be the best way of placing them. More than that, I'm afraid

I'm not at liberty to say at the moment, until we're quite sure that your bank

is the one to do business with. I'm sure you understand.

Oh, absolutely.

You're looking over the market at the moment, so to speak.

So to speak.

Well, Mr. Seed, I think you've a wise choice in coming to us first. This is

first call.

I can see that you're as astute as your reputation, Mr. Boardman.

Have a cigar.

No, thank you. It's a little early.

Ah, I feel at home here already.

The air of ordered calm, a feeling of solidarity, of financial wisdom.

Didn't you once have a cannelletto hanging here?

Yes, we did.

A friend of yours mentioned it.

It was he who first suggested I come here.

Norman Toddhunter. Poor fellow.

Toddhunter?

Yes.

He tried to do too much.

Ah, I'd like you to meet my partner.

John Harvey, Mr. Steed. How do you do? Glad to know you.

Oh, I heard you mentioned Todd Hunter.

Was he a friend of yours?

We were acquaintances.

Ah. Pushed himself too hard, poor chap.

Familiar story, these days.

Very familiar.

Hmm? Well, you have been having bad luck lately, haven't you?

Sixth company chairman in less than a year.

Ah.

Thank you, Quinn.

Mr. Steed.

Henry. Thank you.

Well, what do you make of us?

A bit archaic, eh?

The trappings of a bygone age.

Do you know, we still judge a man as to whether his credit risk is good or not

by the colour of his socks.

Can you suggest a good broker?

The best.

Frederick Yule.

We use him ourselves.

This will introduce you.

Thank you. By the way, I'm giving a little dinner party on Thursday evening.

I'd be very honoured if you'd join us.

And so would I. I'd be delighted.

Good morning.

The late Mr. Todd Hunter. He was brought here, wasn't he?

Todd Hunter?

The mahogany and walnut.

Velvet lined.

Solid brass handle. Gothic style.

I prefer the Corinthian fluted, my soul.

Tasteful. Todd Hunter.

Yes, he's with us. Well, I have an authority here to remove his effect.

I'd say I prefer the Corinthian fluted to any other handle.

Solid brass, of course.

Although we can get them made up in stainless steel, special order. Not as

tasteful, though.

Mind you, we do do a simulated Michelangelo design that goes very nice

lighter wood.

Very tasteful together.

Did you, um, deal with Mr. Todd Hunter?

Naturally. Personal service and efficiency. My father and I, we tried

honey. Al, there's no question that the funeral will go forward as planned. They

won't delay for an autopsy.

Autopsy? Why should there be?

No, the doctor signed the certificate from both of us. Why should there be an

autopsy? Ah, here we are.

Did you notice anything peculiar about the body?

Peculiar? No.

Slight bruise over the heart, that's all.

What kind of bruise?

That's funny.

It's gone.

What's gone?

I had it here this morning myself.

What? Oh, one of those bleep machines like they use in hospitals.

It's gone. Yet I took it out of his pocket myself.

Which pocket?

Top. It was clipped there.

About level with his heart?

Yes. I suppose it would be.

Well, it's declaration day tomorrow. The shares have gone down a pound.

And you have options for 10 ,000.

Well, I'll leave the arithmetic to you.

Look, I'll call you back later, hmm?

Do come in, Mr. Heath.

I'm sorry if I kept you waiting.

Not at all.

How do you do? Just sit down. Thank you.

Well, I understand Boardman sent you.

How is Henry?

Flourishing.

Well, now, what can I do for you? Do you know a company called Castle Tin?

Yes. Chappy at my club thinks they're a good speculation.

There are two occasions in a man's life when he shouldn't speculate.

When he can afford it, and when he can't. Thanks for the advice.

It's not mine. Mark Twain.

He was a good fisherman, too. Didn't know he was a broker.

Can I offer you some sherry? Sherry and biscuits? Thank you.

Suzanne, send Myers in with some sherry and biscuits.

Castle Tin.

It's a sturdy sort of company. The friend who gave me the tip has been

awful lot of luck lately on the market, but I don't understand how.

The shares have been falling every day, and yet he's still coining it. It can be

done. You can make money out of failure.

Have you ever heard of a thing called a put option?

Vaguely.

Look, I'll give you a simple example.

You take out a put option on X shares.

They stand at, say, a pound today.

Then perhaps they drop by half to 10 bob.

So you buy 10 ,000 at 10 bob and exercise your option to sell at a pound.

The difference is your profit margin.

Complex and definitely not for the amateur.

It's very profitable when you pull it off. The whole thing depends on the

falling in price.

Of course, if you had the capacity to foresee the future and influence it.

That would be a different thing entirely.

What was the name of the company your friend dabbled in? Todd Hunters.

It was quite a killing.

That is the correct term, isn't it?

Yes.

Do you fish, Mr. Steve?

You sure do. It's very relaxing.

Thank you, Miles.

Associated Industries, down two points. Excuse me, Suzanne?

Yes, sir?

Associated Industries, about 20 ,000.

Yes, Mr. You. And I also have Ben Jago on the phone.

Shall I put him through?

No. No, I'll come outside and speak to him.

Will you excuse me a moment? I'll have Suzanne send in some investment

for you.

Mr.

Yu wants you to have these.

I'm just a babe in the financial wood.

Perhaps you'd explain to me the finer points.

Try.

This is just a suggested portfolio.

The capital you invest will be spread out equally over all the key industries.

So much in steel, so much in oil, and so much in the industrials, and so on.

Fascinating. Yes. This suggested scheme would need an initial investment of

about 50 ,000 pounds in round figures.

Round figures.

Oh, that's deep.

Oh, please go on.

There's nothing else really to say. All quite straightforward.

The investment suggestions are carefully selected, tried and tested.

By Ben Jago.

He is a client of yours, isn't he?

Do you know Mr. Jago? Who doesn't? His name is bandied about in the city as a

man to watch.

Yes, he's very successful.

And he is a client of yours?

One of the best we have.

How does he do it? A crystal ball foresight?

Well, he's always dabbling in put options, isn't he?

He's always just one step ahead.

He seems to sense just when the market is just right.

His experience, I suppose.

He's a little uncanny. I mean, take his last success, Todd Hunter and Company.

Well, he took out options about a week ago.

Ooh, a holding of 100 ,000.

They paid off.

Well, that's Ben Jago for you.

Oh, flooded, please.

Thank you.

Coppers were quietly firm, but made a mixed showing.

Oils hardened, but rubbers were neglected.

Banking and insurance shares were on the dull side.

but HP shares steady.

Yes, sir?

What's the blue chip special when it's the time?

Oh, that's one layer of delicious prawns, one of scrambled egg mayonnaise

lightly toasted rye bread. I can recommend it, sir.

Splendid. At least one of us will enjoy it.

Coffee, sir?

Quinoa with a dash. Vodka to start.

Thank you, sir. Quote your shares while you're waiting.

It'd take too long.

Anything further, sir?

Is there a Mr. Ben J. go, Jim?

Yes, sir. He's over there.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Excuse me.

Aren't you Ben Jaco?

Yes. We share the same broker.

Charlie Bingham.

You. Brian, you.

I can't be too careful.

Won't you join us, Mr... Steed.

May I introduce... Do sit here. I'm just going. Please, I don't want to

interrupt. Not at all. I have an appointment with my hairdresser.

Are you sure?

Certain.

Bye, then. Bye.

Mr. Keith?

I must apologize for the intrusion. No, no, not at all. Tell me, have they put

you into Gibbs Electronics yet? Not yet. I'll see they don't.

I don't like the smell of them. Thanks for the tip.

No ice?

No house rule, sir.

Really? Yes, a dealer from Wall Street once asked for a bourbon on the rocks.

Two brokers dropped it on the spot.

Tell me, how's it all done? Remote as water divining to me.

Well, it's mainly by guess and by good luck.

I don't believe it. My guidebook says Ben Jago, the shrewdest man in the city.

Time to buy yourself a new guidebook.

Care to pass on some of the rules?

Buy when they're friendless. Never wrong to take a profit.

They're only half -truths, all of them. All of them? I didn't know about Todd

Hunter. That was more than a half -truth.

Hot tip from our broker.

I wish he'd passed it on to me.

There was a lot of fiddling before Rome caught fire.

Well, if there's a fiddle going on, I'm the man who likes to be in on it.

Just remember, even Nero got his fingers burned.

Goodbye, Mr. Steed.

Good afternoon.

I'm J .P. Warner of Warner's Answering Service.

Can I help you? Yes, I'd like to know more about the service you offer.

Splendid in its simplicity, Miss... Mrs.

Peel. Ah.

Well, the scheme operates along the lines of that used in many hospitals.

The subscriber carries a bleep on his person, and if he's wanted, bleep,

wherever he is or whatever he's doing.

And what's the range of your service?

Well, at present, we're limited to the City of London.

Oh, so that confines it to brokers and financiers. Yeah, that's the idea.

But this is our pilot scheme.

If it works, and I can assure you it is working...

Then our backers will enable us to expand.

But all the information contained in our brochures, perhaps you'd care to see

them. Thank you. About how many bleeps do you have in operation at the moment?

Well, at the last count, it was close on 5 ,000.

A key executive need never be out of touch.

That's the basis.

I want to be all right now, Mr. Waller.

Splendid, Fitz, splendid.

Just needed rewiring, that's all. Yes, right. Thank you, Fitz, thank you. Get

along now. Right.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Now, if you'd like to see a practical demonstration... Who was that man?

Eh? A fitch.

Oh, he's our resident mechanical genius.

Now, Mrs Peel... I feel like I've seen him before somewhere.

Is that possible?

Oh, I doubt it.

A fitch isn't exactly social.

He keeps in the background.

Very much so.

In fact, I believe during the war, he used to be one of those backroom boys.

Now, he's a funny fellow.

Give them a couple of bits of wire and you've got a shortwave radio before you

can say Marconi.

Well, thank you very much, Mr Warner. Oh, by the way, you've supplied a leaf

a relative of mine, Norman Toddhunter. Do you ever get it back?

Toddhunter.

Thomas.

True goody.

Fantastic name.

Toddhunter.

No.

Should we have done?

Nice to see you, Mr. Steed. Do come in.

Beautiful. Is it pressurized?

It is high up, sir.

I'd like you to meet my wife, Ruth.

This is Mr. Steed.

How do you do?

Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Boardman. I hear you're doing business with my

husband. He's showing me the ropes.

You're not in the city?

Not often.

How about a drink?

I mixed a good martini. Thank you. Good.

Small world, Mrs. Boardman.

So they say, Mr.

Steed.

So they say.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

You're breathtaking.

Yes, I rather envy him, I must say.

Oh, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Peel, Mrs. Steed.

Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Peel. Mrs. Steed. Good evening. Good evening.

Mrs. Peel is another client of ours from Barbados.

Recently. I arrived last week. You surprised me. Why's that?

So little tan.

The rainy season.

Of course.

Oh, Henry.

Darling, didn't you want to make a phone call before dinner?

Oh, um... Yes, uh, excuse me, please.

Harvey's been showing me your view, it's most impressive.

It is good, isn't it?

Penthouse life is rather restricting, but it's better for Henry.

He can have a rubber of Bridget's club and still be home for dinner.

Why, it won't be a moment.

Henry's so fussy about the temperature of his wine.

Bob Bader.

The rainy season?

Annual average, 36 inches, half of which falls between September and November.

Next question.

Mr. Yule's been delayed.

Typical. He's a fine broker, but his manners are atrocious.

Oh, come.

There must be some logical explanation.

Wasn't I right about the wine, Miss Didge?

And the brandy.

Impeccable. I thought brandies were judicious.

Not according to the authorized text.

Do you like wine, Mrs. Peel? In moderation.

I was referring to your interest, not your capacity.

So was I.

We have a wine tasting in the bank cellar next Tuesday.

Would you like to come along, Mrs. Peel?

I'd be delighted.

Perhaps Mr. Steed would like to come along, too.

Tuesday.

Lady Smith's Relief, 1900.

What time?

Six. Six it is. We'll see how keen your palate really is.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I really think I'd better leave you now.

Got to get into strict training.

As you say.

Can I give you a lift, Mrs. Beale? Oh, no, no.

You're not going to deprive us of Mrs. Beale's company.

We'll see she gets home safely.

Goodbye, then.

And once again, thank you for your hospitality.

Thank you, Mr. Steed. I'll show you out.

And there goes your no -claim bonus.

A far cry from Sherry and Bisky.

Do you know him? My broker's butler.

The Boardmans were very anxious we shouldn't leave together.

They didn't want you butting in on the little surprise they'd planned for me.

You're guessing.

I know it. What now? Go back and confront them?

No, I think I'll have a chat with my broker.

That's really having your pocket picked.

No wonder he didn't feel like dinner.

But he did. He's dressed for it. He's obviously on his way.

Rough guess. He's been dead about three hours.

Spoken like an expert.

I've been taking a refresher course in applied medicine.

As a matter of fact, when you contacted me... I interrupted your studies? Yes.

Never mind. Gave you a chance to put your theory into practice.

A chance I can have well done without.

Three hours ago. That makes it nine o 'clock.

About the time we started dinner, so that eliminates three suspects.

I'll take this side. Do you mind?

It doesn't eliminate three suspects.

Boardman left us to make a phone call. Contacting one of his minions?

Quite possibly.

What do you make of the Boardmans? Him, bluff, conservative, die -hard

traditional. Square.

Exactly. And her?

Attractive, intelligent, expensive.

Hold your eyes.

And promiscuous.

Promiscuous? Beyond that, my lips are sealed.

A true gentleman doesn't... A true gentleman doesn't know of a lady's

promiscuity.

Oh, duh.

In spite of the air of apparent wealth, I get the impression that the Boardmans

are... Coming down in the world.

Objet d 'art diminishing rapidly. No country house.

Finance.

No.

It puzzled me, you know. If Borden was involved, why did he send me to Yule?

did he put me on to his own broker?

Because he knew Yule would report back to him.

Obviously, he did report back.

Capital.

Capital.

No sign of brown.

Hangs well on the glass.

Ambrosia.

A shower short of perfection?

Hmm. You think so?

A touch too astringent.

Well, what do you think?

A shade too methanic. Oh, indeed, you disappoint me.

I'm sorry.

A bit of a textbook answer.

It's a 1934.

Not enough rain.

Alcoholic content too great.

28? Now that was a great year.

Felted derby year. One at eight to one. Superlative.

Put a hog's head down for Jeremy when he was born. For his 21st. The most

civilized gift. Did he enjoy it?

Enjoy it.

The brigade turned him down.

Young fellow went straight into the church.

Had to drink it all myself.

Oh, well.

For your continued good health, General.

What part of Barbados are you from, Mrs. Peel?

Do you know the island?

I have an uncle who has a tobacco plantation out there. Ah, that would be

south end.

Yes, I believe it is.

I was in the north, among the non -smokers.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me a moment.

Agreeable, well -rounded, a little on the flinty side.

Pouille blanc fumé. Try it.

Well?

Venerable, devious, a little ambivalent. Pouille blanc fumé? No, boardman.

I get the feeling we're not trusted around here. You know what I mean?

Yes.

Try this one.

The silver tray. I can see you're out to trap me.

Trap you?

Why should we want to trap you?

A challenge.

First shot to you.

Gentlemen.

Latour, 59.

A hit, a palpable hit.

Well, Mr. Steve, it's either a 65 Algerian red or a premier clue.

Chateau Lafitte Rothschild.

What year?

No, no.

It's old, very old.

Pre -1480 war?

Correct.

It's an outstanding vintage.

Definitely pre -1914, but no earlier than 1880.

You still have 34 years to play with.

1908 would not be the year.

1909, from the northern end of the vineyard.

Investment's not just a question of what to buy, Mrs. Field. It's also a

question of when.

Buy when they're friendless. Isn't that what they say? Yes, quite right.

But who can tell when that is?

Oh, excuse me.

Yes? Mr. Harvey, there's a Mr. Warner to see you. Warner? Do I know him? He says

he's from the answer service. He has a parcel for you. Oh, yes, that's right.

Sherman, would you please?

Excuse me, this won't take a moment.

Mm -hmm.

Well, good afternoon, Mr. Warner. Good afternoon.

Very good of you to bring him round.

Well, it was on my way.

I want to have a couple of calls to make. Very kind of you. Thank you. Not

all. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Now then, where were we?

The confinement of new security.

Hmm? Oh, no.

This is just a lie that Henry's trying to push amongst his friends, hoping

they'll invest in the company.

I'll show you.

They might amuse you. You shouldn't indulge me.

There.

Know what they are?

I've seen them in hospitals, haven't I?

Yes, you're right.

A company of ours is trying to market them industrially.

Good idea.

Are you ready for some tea, Mrs. Peel? I'd love some.

Oh.

Thank you.

Change.

Keys. Keys.

Doorbell. Doorbell.

Coming. Coming.

May I come in?

Please do.

As much as I'd imagined it.

The fact that you imagined it at all intrigues me.

I've come to thank you.

Thank me? What for?

Your tact.

Oh, don't mention it. You don't mind if I... Please carry on.

You see, Mr. Steed, when you're married to a man 20 years older than yourself,

the fact that you're seen lunching with a younger man, a well

-known, almost infamous character, can be misinterpreted,

misunderstood.

Mrs. Boardman, you're a merchant banker's wife and Mr. Jago's an

It seemed a perfectly natural liaison.

As I said, you're very tactful. Not tactful, optimistic.

And I admire a woman with a past.

What's optimistic about that?

The hope that history may repeat itself.

You sure there'll be no messages? No messages, Mr. Steed. You've checked?

I'm double -checked, sir. No lady called Mrs. Peel?

No, sir. No one of that name.

What have you done with Steed's watch?

The next time he opens it... It will be the last time he opens it.

It's pretty, isn't it?

I'm dedicating this one to Steve.

As soon as he's dead, I'll stop it at the exact moment of his release from

A sort of monument to him and to my ingenuity.

For most people, you know, life is ruled by time. And I won't accept that.

One can rule time, you know.

And that allotted to Steed is limited.

Strictly limited.

Like Todd Hunter.

And you'll... And the five other company chairmen?

Of course, one doesn't get so much opportunity in peacetime.

The war now.

Oh, it's very exciting.

Eight Panzer officers in one night. Eight.

And an Italian captain.

At this clock here.

Quarter to 4 a .m.

With a Lothario.

With amazing capacity.

If promotion was one in bed, he'd have been a field marshal.

Quite an orgy of death, Mr. Fitch.

Please, must you use such clichés?

Death is a gift.

Like time.

To be used.

I've never killed a woman before.

It would be bestial to perforate that skin.

Perhaps an ultrasonic injection or digitalis, but it must be neat.

My gift to you shall kill you with scientific tenderness, Mrs. Peer.

Nine -fives. You'll get the Wall Street closing prices any minute.

Ah, where the...

I'm

sorry to intrude, Mrs Boardman. I told your butler it'd be all right.

I wanted to repay your visit.

Also, I wanted a word with your husband.

Henry. It's not terribly important.

It's just that I happened to be passing and I thought I'd drop by.

Also, I wouldn't mind another sample of your excellent brandy.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

What's the matter, Mrs. Boardman? Is there anything wrong? You look quite

Forgive me, Mrs. Deed.

I'm really very tired.

I'm so sorry.

Where is he, your husband?

He's dining out.

When do you expect him?

Nine or ten, I don't know.

Ten? Oh, it must be almost that now.

Mr. Fitch?

Ah, yes, this is the place.

Your name's been recommended to me. What for?

Having trouble with my watch. It's the Hunter. You know the model?

What sort of trouble?

Can't seem to open it.

Why not?

The button's stuck.

Perhaps you'd have a go.

It must be stuck. I can't think what's happened to it.

But I'm sure that if you had a try...

Just a trifle out of key, don't you think?

Key!

Key!

Barbados, London.

Coventry. Not by choice.

How do you find me?

Ruth Borden.

Put that gun down.

What is it?

It's a bicycle pump gun. The Mackey used it during the war.

I invented it.

I put that gun down on the bench.

For Mrs. Peel's sake.

Hello, Major. Crafty of you to find the window.

Don't waste time on those. They're innocent enough.

The ones at the bank were all right. The bank?

Boardman's. I was there when they delivered a fresh batch.

A capillary needle.

Straight through the heart.

Neat.

First choose the pigeon.

Then put the cat among them.

Steve? Oh.

Forgot me brolly.

There we are then.

It is suggested that the initial investment be split into three equal

Overseas investments, home and commonwealth, and a final third to be

floating. That is...

to be made available whenever and wherever lucrative opportunities present

themselves. This will maintain a flexibility of investment possibility.

End of tape one.

Where's Harvey? Your partner in crime.

When did you find out? Ruth told me.

What was her function? To make sure I didn't catch on?

Using this bank, Boardman's, as a cover for murder and fraud.

I wanted to catch you in.

You flatter me.

But Harvey said no. He said that you had too many scruples.

What's a few scruples?

You can put that pea shooter away.

I'll call the police.

Oh, no, don't. Ben, today I lost a partner.

And a wife.

You can't frighten me.

Harvey, the cellar.

I'm all right.

Put that away and I'll tell you. You'll tell me anyway.

Look.

Snap.

But who did it?

I don't know.

Neither of them, a doctor. So it's all right. There's nothing to worry about.

Boardman knows everything.

What? Everything.

I shot him.

Oh, no.

But I had to. He was ringing for the police.

You ruined it, Jacob.

Where is he?

Upstairs in the parlor. Is he dead?

I don't know.

Good evening.

Welcome to the gathering, Mr. Steve. Just couldn't bear wait. That's Chateau

Rothschild. Oh, shame. One shouldn't overindulge in the good things of life,

including company chairmen. Oh, you bet, my colleague.

Yes, and our trick cyclist friend. You are an embarrassing fellow, Steve. We

to please.

Men of integrity need careful handling. Every time.

But in the final analysis, everyone's corruptible.

Everyone has his prize.

How much are you offering?

£200 ,000 in a bank in Zurich.

It's yours if you're prepared. I'm terribly sorry, it's a little too late.

Offer him more, Harvey. No, I don't barter.

It's very generous, but it is a little late. Do you remember Mrs. Peel?

At this moment, she's telling it all to the proper authorities.

Chairman by chairman.

Diddy, I do admire your style, Steve.

Mrs. Peel's been taken care of.

Has she?

And has Fitch bought another clock to commemorate the event?

He's bluffing.

Quinn, how long would it take to empty one of those casks?

The biggest.

Not long.

Then do it.

Harvey, you're looking... Don't worry.

I'm handling this.

How about a drink?

Where shall we start?

Preferably grown, Mark.

Ah, the best.

Careful which way you point that. I'm frightened of corks.

A bit on the dry side.

But a very adaptable wine.

Claret with unusual body. What?

The Bordeaux district.

Mm -hmm.

The little village of Saint -Périon.

So it would be from the De Vere vineyard.

A Marion Saint -Clair.

1930 would not be the year.

1931.

Fantastic, Mrs. Peel.

Nose or palate?

Eyes.

I read the label.