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Miss Wakefield, I recognize you from the
photograph, although it doesn't do you

justice.

That's the trouble about blind dates,
isn't it? You never know if you're going

to recognize each other.

Well, now that you see me, what do you
think?

Good morning, Mrs. Peel. Good morning.

Help us after coffee.

Oh, with the perfect hope.

Nine, ten, eleven.

Planning?

Plotting. For your accountant?

A museum of modern art?

Or could it be... your popularity poll?

Looking into a rather curious situation.

Eleven murders in six months.

No clues, no apparent motives, no
suspects.

Or rather, the people who did have a
motive happened to be conveniently

elsewhere at the time.

Coincidence? This says no.

Everything points to eleven organized
murders.

The chances of coincidence are in the
region of... 27 million to one.

It's a generality. You can have an exact
figure if you like. No, to the nearest

million will do.

Unfortunately, mathematics won't tell
you who did the murders.

But I'm hoping these might.

By some strange quirk of fate, all the
victims had their photographs taken

recently. All at the same studio.

Number 11, Jonathan Stone.

Don't you think it'd be a good idea if
we paid our condolences to his widow?

We? I don't know her.

Somebody ought to go, don't you think?

But of course you can't as it happens
have to dash.

I'm having my photograph taken

Deal

I'm terribly sorry to bother you at a
time like this, but I'm with the

Industrial Times magazine.

Oh, yes do sit down. Thank you

Since your husband was so prominent in
the business world, I'm writing a

biography. Oh, what do you want to know?

Oh, this is my brother -in -law, Robert
Stern.

Well, I need some background details.

That's simple enough.

And I'd like a recent photograph.

Well, I really don't think... No
problem.

I saw some in his desk only last week.

I'm sure you're wrong, Robert.

Well, give me the keys and I'll take a
look.

No, no, it's quite all right. I'll go.

Tragic business.

Strange that he should be killed without
reason.

I mean, his business interests were
quite ordinary, weren't they?

I'm sorry, you must have been mistaken,
Robert.

I can't find any photographs.

Now hold it, hold it. Now smile.

One, two.

Oh, give it a bit of luck, baby, huh?

There we are.

And the tie, and the knot. Now smile,
smile.

And the leg, that's lovely, that's
great. That's lovely, lovely. Now hold

hold that.

Come on, baby. Animate.

Come on, baby. Animate.

Animate. Animate.

Fabulous. There you go. Come on, baby.
Tilt the head a tiny little bit. Now the

arm. Just raise the arm a tiny bit.
That's fine. That's fine. That's lovely.

Here we go.

Now, now. Think of your latest
boyfriend, huh?

Oh, no. Not again, baby.

What are you doing to yourself, huh?

Oh, well.

I told you money couldn't buy
everything, didn't I?

Oh, come on. It's still not quite right,
huh? Too, uh, semi -mundane, huh?

Too mundane by half, huh?

Oh, it needs something else. It needs a
bit of charm, a bit of elegance, a bit

of... I don't know. Let's try from down
here.

Here we go.

Oh!

And another one. There we go.

Hey! Hey, that's great!

That's fabulous!

Now, hold that. Here we go.

It's a knockout. One, two.

Fabulous.

Much obliged.

This is very confusing.

Oh, it's an advert for one of the
magazines.

The watch. The watch? Yeah, the watch.

Where's the watch?

Oh, it's advertised the watch.

Ah, call it a one.

Well, what can I do for you, by the way?
Just keep on clicking.

Uh -huh. I was recommended to you by a
friend. You took his portrait a few

ago. Oh, not a chance.

I'm too busy. Here, hold that, darling.
I'm up to my eyes on it.

Commercial work.

No time for portraits.

I'm certain your name was on the print.

Just head and shoulders, that was all.

Not a chance. I don't do it.

Thank you very much.

Say, wait a minute.

Togetherness client.

Sorry? This friend of yours, excuse me,
was he a togetherness client?

Togetherness? I don't know what you
mean.

Oh, very, very exclusive.

One of the very, very best people.

But a marriage bureau.

Just the same.

I think she was lying.

But why?

What about the brother?

Educated, sophisticated, charming.

Rather good -looking.

Where's the catch?

He was edgy, tense.

Something to hide?

If so, he kept it hidden.

Have a good time with the photographers?

Went like a flash. Ah, to gather it. My
dear, you must be famished.

A charming little restaurant where they
do the most beautiful escalopula cream.

Without fail.

Charmed van, touch of garlic.

And the crepe are superb.

Oh, I can see I'm in for a feast.

Delightful place. Just a stone's throw
from the library.

Mm -hmm.

The library.

After lunch, you just browse through the
police records of those murders. I

myself have a multitude of facts.

And in particular? Were the victims
married?

What's marriage got to do with it?

A marvellous institution, my dear. I am
seriously contemplating it. I offer

myself on the market today.

Every big considered.

Of course, I'm very choosy.

What a charming atmosphere you have
here.

Do you mind?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Oh, will you have a love seat?

I'd be delighted.

Mr.

Lovejoy will see you in a moment.

He's just congratulating one of our
happy couples. Are they encouraging?

Perhaps you'd like a glass of champagne?

Or...

A piece of wedding cake?

No, thank you. I've just had breakfast.

A memory you'll treasure all your life.

And I hope you both have all the
happiness in the world.

Good luck.

Mr. Steve?

Well, keep the old bells ringing, then,
eh? Yes.

Another couple on the road to happiness.

Do come in.

Oh.

Now, since you called, we've drawn up a
basic file.

What we require now are the more
personal details so that we can assess

emotional and physical compatibility
rating.

It all sounds very scientific.

Extremely. We take the uncertainties out
of marriage, Mr. Steed.

If you are an early riser, then your
wife will be laughing and gay at 7 a .m.

Ah.

If you are the outdoor type, then she
will be also.

Compatibility is the key, Mr. Steed.

But first, your background.

Oh.

You understand we do have to be rather,
how shall I put it, careful.

Oh, quite.

Our clients come from all the best
families, you know.

Now, how about military service?

You were commissioned, of course. My
friend, don't call me major.

Regiment? Guards, of course.

Of course.

Which guards?

The guards.

Ah, splendid.

A public school?

Expelled from three.

Oh. Too many extracurricular activities.

Left no time for study.

Excellent. And after leaving the guards,
Mr. Steed, what position did you take?

Position? Your work.

Work? Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

We do have the occasional client, you
know, who... Tried working once, it

work out.

Too much like work.

I footled around at the foreign office
for a while, found it all quite

Well, I must say, Mr. Deed, you seem
eminently suitable.

Now, have you any particular preference
with regard to your marital partner?

Well, broadly speaking, female.

Yes. I was thinking more in terms of
special qualities you might require.

Oh, no, I don't think so.

As long as she's got a good feet, on a
horse, plays a fair game of bridge,

a dry martini, whips up a passable
souffle.

You might say a good all -rounder.

Agent.

Here's the file on Hinshaw.

It's urgent.

You haven't met Mr. Steed, have you?

This is our counsellor of true love, Mr.
Dinsford.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I'd like you to look at this right away.

It's getting a bit tricky.

All right.

Just as soon as I finish with Mr. Deed.
Yes, well, you'll let me know, won't

you? I don't like the way it's going.

All right, Walter.

Nice to have met you, Steve.

Look, Dinsford, if there's no point in
my staying here, I told you I'm not

through with it.

There's nothing more to say.

Hence, I'm in my office.

A marvellous fellow, Dinsford.

An expert in psychology and emotional
response, you know.

He'll be computing your compatibility
rating.

Computing? I hope he presses the right
button.

Still, the course of true love doesn't
always run smooth, even here.

Oh, that?

Oh, I shouldn't bother about that.
Another matter altogether.

Now, I'll just arrange an appointment
for you.

Tomorrow, through June?

Eminently.

Frankly, Mr. Deed, I see no difficulty
in placing you.

No difficulty at all.

All right, to intrude.

Don't talk. Listen.

Go at once to 14 Spurley Court.

It's just round the corner from you.

A man called Henshaw.

I can't explain now.

Don't argue. It's... I've got unexpected
visitors.

Bye.

I tell you, we can't afford to push
Henshaw anymore.

He could smash the whole operation.

Something's got to be done, and fast.
The trouble with you, Walter, is you

too much.

What are you doing? The only thing that
will shut you up.

Getting a ruling on it from the managing
director.

Oh, it's Lovejoy here.

Yes, I know, but this is an emergency.

It's about the trouble we're having with
Henshaw.

Well, Walter thinks he might crack.

What?

Oh, that's fine.

I see.

Thank you.

Well?

As I said, Walter, you worry too much.

Henshaw has already been taken care of.

Mr. Hemshaw?

Oh, you knew. You knew it was going to
happen and you didn't stop it. Of course

I didn't. Well, not soon enough. And
when I did, I sent you around.

Too late.

Just too late. After I phoned you, I
tried henceforth to warn him, but he

answer.

I didn't do much better.

I let the murderer walk right past me.

Did you recognize him? Her.

Young. Very pretty.

I wonder if she's looking for a husband.

The Marriage Bureau is involved in this.
It's involved right up to its bridal

bouquet.

Your report on those other cases.

All the victims were bachelors. All
except Jonathan Stone.

Now, that's a bit of a poser.

All the same, we may find out tomorrow
they should have found me a suitable

partner by then.

The Marriage Bureau.

That's very scientific.

They analyse your personality and then
find your compatible companion.

That must have set them a problem.

Eh? finding a match for you. I don't
know.

Educated, charming, cultured. Ruthless,
deviant, scheming.

Have to be quite a girl.

A mixture of Lucretia Borgia and Joan of
Arc.

Sounds like every girl I ever knew.

By the way, my dear, isn't it high time
you thought of marrying again?

You can send Mr.

Teed in now.

Come, Mr. Teed. Good morning.

Do sit down.

We're very satisfied with your rating.

Mr.

Dinsford computed all the probabilities
himself and feels there will be no

trouble. In fact, he considers you to be
one of our more eligible clients.

Splendid. Now, you're free for the rest
of the day? My time is yours. Good,

good. We've arranged a rendezvous for
noon.

The client is quite impressed and is
ideally suited.

You don't waste any time.

I'll be quite frank with you, Mr. Steed.

Some of our clients would make even
Cupid lose hope.

But with someone like yourself, well,
our whole range is at your disposal.

Fascinating.

Do you have a catalogue?

No.

We think you'll find Miss Wakefield most
compatible.

How do I recognise her?

You'll both be wearing red carnations.

That way, you'll recognize each other.

Thank you.

Normally, we prefer to provide
photographs, but there really hasn't

But don't worry, it'll be all right.

We would like, however, to have your
photograph taken, just for our files.

Can I arrange a sitting?

There's no need, I have quite a few.

Florey Antetona, Brigade of Guards,
playing polo, in the nude.

Polo in the nude? I don't really think
that... Oh, no, no. I was 18 months at

the time on a bear skin.

If I could send you a selection through
the post, head and shoulders would be

all right? I should think so.

Well, mustn't be late for my first date,
eh?

Will you give me the details?

All in this envelope, Mr. Teed. Thank
you.

Thank you again, and good day. Good day
to you, and good luck.

And what can togetherness do for you,
Miss... Mrs.

Mrs. Emma Peel.

I'm looking for a husband.

Well, you've come to the right place.

Indeed you have.

Would you kindly step into my office?

Mr. Lovejoy. Not now, not now. I'm busy.

It's the managing director.

Urgent. Oh.

Well, there's really nothing we can do
without photographs.

A full length, full face, head and
shoulders. We recommend a photographer

dress. I really only... He'll fix you
up. Just tell him it's for us. Mr.

Lovejoy. Good day, good day. It's been
nice meeting you.

Oh, and don't forget to hurry back with
those photographs.

Put it through to my office.

Hello?

Yes, Lovejoy speaking.

Yes, we have had a new client. A real
prospect.

Our type, you might say.

Yes, the meeting has been arranged.

Why, Barbara, of course.

Miss Wakefield?

Yes.

Carnations come in pretty handy for
blind dates.

Well, now that you've met me, what do
you think?

First impression is pretty good.

Thank you.

Canadian, eh? What part?

Well, you're fast, aren't you, Taranto?

Well, how about a bit of old England?

I'd love it. Lunch by the river, feed
the swans, watch the jolly punters,

followed by a brisk trot across the
meadow. Hmm?

On horseback, of course.

In these?

Never mind. My riding -clad will fix you
up. Lovely.

There we are, Mrs. Peel. Oh, my
pictures. Thank you. What pictures, Mrs.

don't take pictures.

I capture the very essence of your
personality.

The essential you.

Will a check be all right?

Mm -hmm.

If togetherness get many more clients
like you, might give it a worm itself.

Mr. Beale.

Oh, excuse me.

My brother, Jonathan Stone. Have you
checked?

No question about it.

Not from here.

Thank you.

Tally -ho!

And away she goes.

Well, how do I look?

Stunning. I must warn you, flattery will
get you anywhere at all.

But there's only one thing missing.

Fours? Yes.

Um, you come here often?

Well, I'm in the area. A couple of, uh,
a couple of polo ponies here I'm very

attached to.

Oh.

Do you own them?

Eh? The ponies.

Oh, no, only half of them, I'm afraid.

Don't afford to do otherwise.

Of course, the circumstances have been
somewhat different.

What do you mean?

Black sheep of the family. Me.

My cousin, he's the... Oh, hold on a
sec.

He's the favoured one.

He gets the real money. I just get the
income from a modest trust.

How's that?

Fine.

Good.

I suppose of this... If a cousin of
yours were dead, you'd inherit, huh?

That's it.

Well, you must resent him very much.

Resent him?

I love him.

Try this for size.

Togetherness will solve all your
problems, Mrs. Peel. I only have one,

Lovejoy. Finding a suitable partner.

We'll do our best.

Now, what are your requirements?

Age group? Physical aspect?

Just let me know what you want.

Well, he would have to be mature.

A man of culture and intelligence.

Mature, cultured, intelligent.

With stamina.

Quite so, yes.

Of course, our togetherness, Counselor,
will take care of the fine details.

Necessary, you know.

Many of our clients are very pernickety.

Some even stipulate a tight law.

I'm far more interested in the man,
really.

It's an admirable sentiment, Mrs. Peel,
admirable.

Now, financial status.

You would wish your opposite half to be
reasonably wealthy?

Oh, a rhetorical question, really.

An exclusive concern such as this, we do
not accept, you understand, the lower

orders. Naturally.

I can see we understand each other
perfectly, Mrs. Peel. Now, if I might

recapitulate, mature, cultured,
intelligent, with stamina,

of independent means.

Will that be all?

I think that'll be entirely
satisfactory, Mr. Lovejoy.

The photographer asked me to give you
these.

Ah, yes, yes.

Oh, excellent, excellent.

I can see we shall have no difficulty in
placing you at all, Mrs. Peel.

Guess we'll be getting in touch with
you.

Mrs.

Peel.

Charming woman.

What's she doing here?

The woman that just left.

Mrs. Peel, a new client. Why?

Why? She's the woman that saw me leaving
Henshaw's apartment.

How did your togetherness get together
go?

Your blind date, what was she like?

Extremely charming and very attractive.

Oh, that doesn't necessarily follow. I
mean, if he is genuine, she'd naturally

want to know all those sort of details.

Cousin?

And she bit?

Hookline and thinker.

She took to me, too.

How did you get on with old blink -eye
lovejoy?

I must say, Mrs. Peel, we should have no
difficulty in placing you at all.

Very good for the ego, isn't it?

Makes one feel that the whole platoon's
of the other half counting to get up

one. Might be true, too.

I want to go into the photographer's.

Friend Bill?

How did you get on there?

Robert Stone was there.

Robert Stone?

What did he want?

He was talking to Bill.

What about?

I couldn't hear. I was too far away.

Oh, pity. Great pity.

Now, wedding cake decorations.

A great big silver horseshoe.

Miniature bride and groom.

I've been invited to Old Lovejoy's for a
wedding cake tasting.

I must say, Mr. Deed, Miss Wakefield
seems very taken with you.

Ah, yes.

A conquest, in fact.

I must say, I found her very tasty. I
mean, compatible, too. You have Dinsford

to thank for that.

His selection system never fails.

Bland, but not unpleasant.

Yes, a complete conquest.

Fine. Can we make all the necessary
arrangements?

I'm afraid it isn't going to be quite as
easy as that, Mr. Steed.

What do you think?

It's a question of finance, Mr. Steed.

Finance? Too many currents.

Eh?

One or two too many. I thought you'd
agree.

You see, from what I've heard of your
financial status, Mr. Steed... We, that

is, Dinsford and I, are not sure that
you will be able to afford to keep Miss

Wakefield. In the manner to which she
has been accustomed.

No.

No.

Naturally, we wish only to make you
happy.

But, of course, we do have an obligation
to Miss Wakefield, too.

Naturally. Naturally.

Far too vulgar, Dinsford.

Flare, but with subtlety. Those should
be our requirements.

Yes, Adrian.

It really is a pity about your cousin.

A great pity.

Inherited the bulk of the family
fortune.

Came to quite a few million.

Superb. One can really savor the brandy
coming through.

Mr. Steed.

Delicious.

Perhaps you prefer your liquor more
liquid, eh, Steed?

This cousin of yours, Mr. Steed, is in
excellent health.

There's no chance that he might... Oh,
no chance at all. No, he's a jolly

sporting type. Plays a lot of games.

Games.

Dangerous games?

An accident, perhaps?

Oh, too careful.

Keep fit and careful, dear me.

Oh, Dinslet, not half positive enough.
There's no marriage between the two.

No, really. Oh, nonsense. Your opinion
will be appreciated.

If he were to die tomorrow, would you
shed a tear?

This cousin of yours, Mr. Steed, stands
between you and a fortune. A fortune

which you regard as rightfully yours.

If he were dead.

Don't think I haven't thought of that.

Convenient accident.

Piece of cake. A cake of soap on the top
of the stairs.

I must say, I've toyed with the idea
many times.

Only toyed.

Always stopped short.

Better than being stopped short at the
end of a rope.

I've always preferred soft collars.

Besides, the idea of getting up at eight
o 'clock in the morning. Ah, but that

presupposes that you would be found out.

Well, of course I would with my motive.

That's the whole point.

There are hundreds of people like you
wanting to get rid of someone, but not

daring to because they would be the
first to be suspected.

But suppose you eliminated someone
else's victim. And they, in return, as a

favor, eliminated yours.

You could have a watertight alibi.

Swap murders.

Very ingenious.

But it wouldn't work.

You think not?

It would require planning, a vast
organisation.

Suppose... Just suppose such an
organisation already existed.

Would you avail yourself of its
services?

Of course I would, like a shot.

But how could it?

Completely anonymous, free from
detection. It would require very careful

planning. Have a cover where people or
strangers could come and go and meet at

will.

A marriage bureau, in fact.

Steve? Oh!

Whoops. Glad you could make it. You
still haven't told me. Why the sudden

celebration of the champagne?

That's a sort of farewell gesture.

Leaving?

No, more of an assignment.

Assignment or assignation?

Like it?

Get from my new employers.

The service is about to be rendered.

Lovejoy and Dinsford? The very same.

They even provided me with the means.
Good. Then we've got them.

Now, I've got to find out who's behind
togetherness.

And I can't do that until I've done the
assignment.

What are you supposed to do?

I've got to murder somebody.

Someone in particular, or can you choose
at random?

No, the choice has already been made.

They even provide a photograph of the
victim.

I must say, it's rather flattering.

Steed?

Who are you supposed to kill?

You, my dear.

Very fortunate finding this deed,
fellow.

Seems to be very efficient.

Seems? Now what, Walter?

Well, I don't believe in anticipating
the results.

Not before we know the results of the
results.

If you get what I mean.

I suppose I could work it out.

I do think that we have a winner indeed.

We might use him again.

Don't forget Henshaw.

We pushed him too far.

Which is why I suggest you leave Deed to
me.

A different type altogether.

Ah, Mr. Thieb. My dear fellow, we were
just talking about you.

You want something?

I thought I'd better give you back this.

You mean already?

I don't believe I'm wasting any time.

No problems?

None at all.

Commendable expediency, my dear Mr.
Deed. As I told you, Walter, I'm highly

efficient. You're admirable. Actually,
you're first class.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

But I'd prefer your compliments in a
more tangible form.

You're part of the bargain.

Of course, of course.

I thought I'd pop the question to
Barbara.

Little honeymooning on the Riviera. My
dear cousin.

Becomes your dear departed cousin.

Exactly. Exactly. Exactly.

And speaking of exactitudes, you do
understand it is imperative that I see

myself that you have completed your
task.

A mere formality.

Shall we?

She looks peaceful.

Yes.

Let's hope that her past sins, there
were many from what I gather, will be

overlooked and that she will... We must
hope so.

Sincerely. Most sincerely.

I take it there was no... She didn't
feel a thing.

My trust in you has not been misplaced,
Mr. Dean. I hope not.

On the contrary.

In fact, I won't hesitate to put it to
the test again.

Again?

I'll be quite frank with you, Mr. Deed.

A man of your caliber is worth ten of
those we usually work with.

We could use you again many times, and
it would be profitable work.

But I think I know my man.

I sense a certain restlessness.

Life needs a dash of flavor for you.

A little danger, eh?

I must say I'm tempted.

Capital.

Then perhaps... But I should like to see
your managing director.

You do have a managing director, don't
you?

Naturally. Time I started working from
the top, then.

We'll see, Mr. Deed. We'll see.

Can I offer you a lift anywhere?

No, thank you. I think I'll stay a
while.

Pay my last respects, eh?

You've got a spider on your nose.

Have you no respect?

You were certainly resting very
peacefully. I thought you were asleep.

Now, are you comfortable?

Not very.

How much longer am I supposed to lie in
state?

I should take it easy until this
evening. I'll come and get you out then.

All day?

It'll be a nice rest for you.

Besides, it'll give me time to find out
who Mr. Rex is.

Robert Stone?

Perhaps. But we mustn't let them see you
until we're absolutely certain.

Now, anything I can get you?

Magazines? Newspapers?

A harp?

A lift home.

In loving memory of a faithful friend.

Hold on.

I call that very thoughtful.

Don't get tipsy. We can't have you
hiccuping in the coffin.

Cheers.

Well,

we can eliminate Mrs. Peel from our
files.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Just seen for myself.

A touching sight.

Most affecting.

Ah. Well, I was right about the deed.

Excellent chap.

I hope so.

What is the matter, Walter?

It was this photo, Adrian.

It was lying on your desk and Bill here
came across it. Well, what of it? It's

the same man. What man?

Steve. John Steve. Well, of course it
is.

Well, he was round my studio the other
day. Asked me to take a picture of him.

Said he'd been recommended by one of
your clients.

Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven.

Henshaw.

This is... Peel.

Spy duty.

Major Blink -Eye Dinsford.

Colonel Houdari. Lovejoy.

And back at headquarters in full
command, the General.

General who?

Good afternoon, Steve.

Good afternoon. Please come in.

I won't, if you don't mind.

As a matter of fact, I'm in rather a
hurry. Oh?

Yes, a slight change of plan.

It concerns Mrs. Peel.

Mrs. Peel? I don't know what you're
talking about. She's dead. I killed her,

remember? In that case, perhaps you
won't mind helping us to bury her.

you

That's over and done with, eh, Steed?

All doubts dispelled.

Doubts? Well, you knew she was dead,
surely.

I don't understand.

A sudden change of plan.

We had to make sure, you know.

Now you are sure?

Oh, completely.

Eh, Walter?

Yes.

So when do I meet your managing
director?

Right now, Mr. Steed.

I saw you buried.

Correction, Mr. Stern.

You saw my coffin buried, not me.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Disappoint?

A nice organization you have here.

I have?

Oh, now, wait a minute. You've got your
wires crossed.

I saw you with the photographers.

So you... Did you imagine it?

Look, I went to that photographer for
one reason only. The same reason that I

broke in here tonight to find out who
killed my brother.

Look, you've got to believe me. I've
snooped and I've pried and I've

that Jonathan was supposed to meet
someone from here the day he was

I thought that if I could break in here,
they might keep records of meetings

between clients.

You try the desk.

I still don't understand.

The coffin.

Deed thinks ahead. I'll give him that.

Lead floor to the coffin to give it
weight. Hinge side for an emergency

I needed it.

And I needed it.

Ah, here.

Jonathan Stone.

Barbara Wakefield.

That's right.

Back up.

This means we'll have to have your
funeral all over again.

Still, I'm sure a double funeral would
be much cheaper.

Barbara! In here.

Jessica. What the devil? I found them
snooping around.

Steve, we were right about Steve.

Fools, both of you. He went back to his
flat.

We can catch him there if we hurry.
Later.

We'll attend to Steve later.

The first thing is to take care of these
two.

Dinsford, back the car up to the front
entrance.

They'll have to be found pretty far from
here.

Why, Jessica, why?

Kill Jonathan.

Kill my own husband.

He wasn't content.

We had a good organization here.

Infallible. But he wasn't content.

No, he had to get involved, one girl
after another.

And so I used the organization, our
organization, against him.

The only married man.

Oh, you've noticed that?

Very clever.

Very astute.

But it won't do you much good now.

Dinsford should be ready by now.

Don't just sit there, Dinsford.

Dinsford! Walter!

D 'oh!

Thank you.

I do like a happy ending.

Congratulations. Oh, best man.

Don't you think so? I agree with every
word you've said. I'm glad to hear it.