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Excuse me.

Thank you.

When it's raining in London, snowing in New York, or the postman has dropped an

income tax demand through the door, or there's an irate husband banging on it,

there's only one thing to do.

You pack a suitcase full of money, and you hop on the next plane to the

Here you'll find warm seas,

Cool drinks.

High living and low taxes.

What more could any man ask?

See what I mean?

I couldn't get Leda. The line was engaged.

Oh, no.

Blaine doesn't leave till tomorrow. I thought maybe tonight the three of us

could have dinner.

Oh, it's very nice of you.

It'll be my pleasure.

How long has it been since you've seen Leda?

Five, six years.

I find she's changed a lot.

How?

I don't know.

She's just not like my sister anymore.

You know, in the last few months, she's been acting so strangely.

What were you?

Well, she just seems frightened and worried.

Honestly, Simon, I've tried to help, but she just doesn't want to talk about it.

You think she might talk to me?

Oh, I'd be so grateful if you'd try.

There's one person in the world she can trust, the famous Simon Templer.

Little Verity, hello.

Did you get it?

Yes, I've got it. You know what to do, don't you?

Of course I know what to do. I've been through it before, haven't I?

Well, don't be late.

This won't be the finish, won't it? I mean, you promised it'd be the last

We always keep our promises, Mrs. Verity.

You just do as you're told and we'll get along fine.

Now remember, turn a plug.

Don't be late.

You always come barging into a room without knocking.

I'm sorry. I just didn't think.

At least I could have a little privacy in my own home.

Oh, Joanie, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

It's just that... Never mind.

Lita, what's wrong?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

There must be something.

I mean, you've been so tense lately.

Oh, don't worry about it. I can't help worrying. If there's something on your

mind, I want to help you.

Well, you can't knock on anybody else. Then there is something. No.

Oh, look, Joanie, will you stop asking me all these questions?

All right, all right. I won't say another word.

Guess what?

Simon Templer's here.

Really? Mm -hmm.

I ran into him today at the club.

And you know what? He's taking us out to dinner tonight.

Joan. Sorry.

I can't make it. You said you were free this evening.

Well, something's come up. I've got a date at ten o 'clock. Here, sit me, will

you? Who is? A friend.

Obviously the name I'm interested in. Oh, for God's sake, Joan, will you stop

cross -questioning me? All I asked was who you were going out with. Surely

that's not cross -questioning. I'm busy. Let's leave it at that.

Lita, could Simon help?

You just won't take no for an answer, will you? I don't want you or Simon or

anybody else mending in my affairs. All right, you needn't shout.

Don't shout if you don't get the point.

All right, so I've got myself into a mess. I'll get myself out. I don't want

help or any interference from anybody, and I don't know how to put it any more

plain than that.

You just mind your own business and leave me alone.

Leda, how nice to see you.

Oh, Maurice.

Have they been on to you again?

Yes.

Tell me, what happened?

Last time, I told them I couldn't raise any more money. And I thought they'd

leave me alone, and then the phone call started again.

Come on, sit down a moment.

Now tell me, what are they on now?

This.

Are you going to give it to them?

They said it settled the count. They promised.

Well, then give it to them.

It'll be worth it, won't it, to be free?

I'll never be free.

There'll be just one more payment on and on and on until there's nothing left.

Oh, Morris, you've got to help me.

But how?

I haven't any money. No, not that.

I want you to come with me and help me find out who it is. Leda, that's

impossible.

Dangerous. If they thought for one minute that you were trying to double

them, they'd ruin you.

I don't care anymore.

No, but I do.

Very much.

Leda, I can't stand seeing you hurt like this, but it won't go on for much

longer. Believe me, however bad this may seem, it's better than the alternative.

I just don't know what to do anymore.

I can't think. Here, dry your eyes.

Look, it'll be just this one more time, Leda, and then we can start making

plans.

I'll get you away from here, somewhere where they can't touch you.

Do you really mean it?

Of course I do.

I want to be with you more than anything else in the world.

That's very touching.

But you have a date, Morris, remember?

Get out of here!

I'm waiting for you, honey.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Very.

You've still no idea what's troubling her?

None at all.

Whatever it is, you certainly didn't exaggerate the effect on her.

She passed me on the road tonight, driving as though all the hounds in hell

after her. Cheers. It had arrived before she left. She flared up when I tried to

talk to her.

Come on, we've plenty of time. Let's sit down and you tell me all you know about

your sister.

Everything that happened.

Well...

Tonight was the first time she came out into the open and admitted that

something was wrong.

I barged into the room. She'd been on the telephone. She snapped my head off.

I asked her if I could help.

She said neither I nor anybody could help her.

That she'd got herself into some rotten mess and that only she could get herself

out of it.

I mean, I even suggested if you could help her.

Good evening, Mrs. Verity. Welcome aboard.

Hello, Bolton.

Don't put it far away.

I'll be leaving shortly after ten. Aye, aye, ma 'am.

Good evening, miss.

Mrs.

Verity, how nice to see you again.

Mr. Bond. Are you alone or will you be joining somebody?

Alone. A beautiful woman should never be alone. May I get you a drink?

You're very kind, but, um, I won't be here long. As you wish.

Rita! How are you?

What's the matter with her?

Usual, Mrs. Baratie?

What?

Uh, yes.

What time is it?

Quarter to ten, ma 'am.

Your change, Mrs. Barrett.

The picture will be ready in half an hour.

Are you playing tonight, Mrs. Beretti?

No. No, not tonight.

So

I'm

convinced she's in some sort of... Terrible trouble, but she just refuses

talk about it.

Hello?

Hello, Joan?

Yes, Leader.

Is Simon there? Yes, he is. Just a second.

It's Leader for you.

Leader? Simon.

Oh, thank God.

Listen, I need your help desperately.

I haven't got much time. I've only got to ten o 'clock.

Where are you? Captain Kidd's Club. Captain Kidd's Club? Yes, I know it.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

What's the matter?

I'll tell you about it in the car.

Something I can do for you, Mrs. Verithere?

No.

No, thank you.

Didn't she give you any idea about the throne?

Well, just the time was running out fast.

Verity inside?

I don't know for sure, sir. I didn't see her leave, but then I have been pretty

busy. Thanks.

So do you see her?

Check the gaming hall, then the powder room.

Good evening, sir. You would like a table for two?

No, thanks. I'm looking for Mrs. Verity.

Mrs. Verity, I don't think she's here tonight.

But Captain Hook at the door said she was. It's possible. I don't see

that comes and goes.

Well, you won't mind if I look for her, will you? I said Mrs. Verity isn't here

tonight. Now, I don't want any trouble, but... You won't have any, as long as

you keep out of my way.

The croupier saw her about ten minutes ago, but not since then. Let's check if

her car's still here.

Do I

get

a doctor?

Don't bother. Call the police, she's dead.

Why? Why would she do it?

I wonder.

I called out to her, but she didn't answer.

Just walked right past us, almost in a daze.

You were very good friends with Mrs. Verity. Sure.

Did she show any particular signs of distress?

I may be wrong, Inspector, but she looked to me as though she'd been

Well, thank you very much. You've been very helpful.

Is that all?

Can we go now?

Yes, of course. If you just give my sergeant your address, you'll probably

called for the inquest.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Well, I think I've got all the information I need now.

Why did you have to do it here?

This sort of publicity could ruin my business.

A certain amount of inconvenience is inevitable with suicide in a public

He's so guilty.

She needed me, and somehow I should have made her tell me why.

I suppose you are convinced it is suicide, Inspector?

Of course.

Everyone who saw her tonight agrees that she was very disturbed.

She'd been gambling pretty heavily in the last few months, losing most of the

time. I hold her IOUs for nearly 2 ,000 pounds.

But she was a wealthy woman. 2 ,000 pounds wasn't that important to her.

At least I don't think it was.

The coroner will want to see those IOUs. Any time.

Well, I think that about ties it up.

Naturally, you'll all be expected to attend a hearing, but it'll be no more

a formality.

All neat and tidy, and a rubber stamp marks the case closed.

I don't look for trouble where none exists, Mr. Templer.

I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come down to headquarters to make a formal

statement. Yes, of course.

And you too, Mr. Templer, as you found the body. Wild horses wouldn't keep me

away.

I'll finish up here. Meet you in my office in 20 minutes.

Thompson.

Shall we?

Oh, Esteban.

Take her to bed.

I might want to talk to you.

I heard about your sister, miss.

I'm very sorry. She was a fine lady.

Thank you very much. Her car is still here.

Would it help if I brought it out to the house?

Can you manage all right with that?

What, this?

Oh, it's only a gimmick.

I'll have it out as soon as I finish closing here.

Thanks. We'd appreciate it If

you

think

that covers everything

Then if you'll just sign it for me.

And what now, Inspector?

What do you suggest?

We might consider why a woman who intended killing herself telephoned me

help. There's an old axiom in police work, Mr. Templer.

You can never figure a suicide.

Particularly apt in this instance.

That's a nice handy phrase for covering up things you don't want to know about.

You've been sniping at me all night, Templer. If you've something on your

let's have it.

I'm afraid I can't offer you any concrete evidence, but every instinct I

tells me there's something very, very wrong.

For heaven's sake, look at the facts.

She was upset. She owed money.

The position of the wound corresponds with the way the gun was held. Then

find powder burns on her dress, and the paraffin and the fingerprint test will

prove that she held the gun. Exactly. I'm dealing with facts, not instincts.

Congratulations. I don't think we've anything further to discuss, Mr.

I think he means the interview is over.

By the way, have you checked where Leda got the gun?

It's being dealt with. These things take time.

Well, I can see you're not going to break into a gallop over this, or you

mind if I do a little private prowling around.

I shall mind very much. I know your reputation, Templer.

If you put one foot over the line of the law, I'll have you off this island in

minutes.

What went wrong?

Why was she killed?

Easy, Morris.

Easy, baby.

Accidents happen in our business just like in any other. Well, they hang you

accidents like this.

The boss must have gone crazy.

I don't think the boss would like that, you know. I don't think he'd like it at

all. I don't care what he would like.

Look, we had something good going for us here and now he's loused it up.

You're going chicken on us, baby.

Now, listen.

I don't have to take that sort of thing from you. You punk.

Real tough cookie, aren't you?

Why don't you do that?

And I'll scar that pretty little face of yours.

Would you like that, Morris?

Hey, baby.

I'm not going to get tied up in any killing.

Get that?

Sure. Sure, like I said, you're getting chicken.

My part of the deal was to set up the rich dames, that's all.

I'm not going to hang around here and end up on a murder charge.

What are you going to do, Morris?

I'm going to take the first plane to the States, and I want my share of the take

before I go.

There wasn't any take tonight. She didn't have the bracelet with her.

What?

What are you trying to pull?

She came round to my house before she went to the club, and she had the

with her then because I saw it. It wasn't around when the boss was with

You're a liar. Now, listen.

I want my share.

And you can tell the boss if it's not waiting for me when I get to the

I might write a short farewell note to the cops.

Understand?

I want my money.

Yeah?

Pebbles.

Mr. Kerr just left.

I think he's getting too loose at the mouth.

Then why don't you do something about it?

I'll call you later.

I just can't believe she's dead.

So much of her in this room.

I wish there was something more substantial, an atmosphere.

Something to give us a lead.

They're hopeless.

Where does one begin?

There's nothing in these letters.

Let's have a look in the safe.

It's funny it's open.

She's been drawing out large amounts of cash.

£16 ,000 in the last two months.

That's to pay her gambling debt.

Yes, but gambling's impulsive.

These are in two weekly intervals.

You mean blackmail?

Well, certainly, but who?

What do they have on her?

It's the bosun's leader's car.

Bosun?

I seem to come in like a word with him.

Hi, Burson.

If you've got a minute, you may be able to help me. Yes, anything, sir.

Which way do you drive out here?

Oh, the coast road. It's a straight run.

That's what I thought.

I passed Mrs. Verity's car on the airport road earlier this evening.

That would take a mile out of her way.

That tires her.

What does?

Oh, something Mrs. Verity left in the car.

Maybe I should show it to the police. Let them take care of it, huh?

What would you like to tell me about it?

I don't want money.

Look, I told you I liked Mrs. Verity. I just want to help.

So does Mr. Templer.

Found this on the seat of the car.

M .K.

Hmm. A man called Morris Kerr brought her to the club a few times.

He lives out on the airport road.

Records have traced the gun. It belongs to a Morris Kerr.

Well, that's something.

Thompson, get my cart.

Let me guess, you're...

Leading. Who the devil are you?

What do you want?

I'm the laundry man. This is yours, isn't it?

It's got my initials on. I suppose it is.

So what?

It was found in Leda Verity's car.

Oh, possibly. I saw quite a bit of her for a while.

Did you see her tonight?

No. And I don't have to answer your questions. Who are you?

I'm afraid I don't have a car. The name's Simon Templer.

The saint.

Now, look, I don't know how you come to be involved in this, but I had nothing

to do with what happened tonight.

Keep talking.

Well, I've got nothing more to say. Oh, you'll think of something. Try.

Get out of here!

Morris, one way or another, you're going to talk.

Do we have to go through the dreary business of a roughhouse or not?

I had nothing to do with Lita Verita's killing. Honest to God, I didn't... You

weren't blackmailed. No, no, not me. Who then?

I don't know.

Oh, we're after the races again, aren't we?

I got a cut.

But the others did all the fixing. I just set her up. How?

I got to know her at a club and I met her a few times and then I invited her

back here for drinks.

That's a pretty familiar ring.

The drinks were loaded, I suppose.

Yes, well, it's not a new racket. We've tried it on nearly a dozen women.

All rich and all married? Yes.

All right, Morris.

Let's have the sickening details about Leda Verity.

Well, I don't bleed as drinks, and after she'd passed out, we took some

compromising photographs.

Which you threatened to send to her husband?

Yes. He's in England on a business trip. I know it's a pretty lousy business,

but it paid off.

She didn't know that I was involved.

She thought I was being blackmailed, too.

Right. I want the negatives and the prints.

I don't know where they are.

I'm not in the mood for stalling. Look, I swear I don't know where they keep

them. I had nothing to do with that side of things.

Who are they, Moritz?

Who did the killing? Look, I'll do a deal with you.

I'll tell you names, places, everything.

And you put me on the plane first thing in the morning. I'd rather do a deal

with a plague -infested rat. I'm going to whack you over until you tell me

everything. No, not my face. No, please, not again.

Oh!

Get it

I

Know this sounds

cliche, but you've got the wrong man turn around and walk towards the house

Well, one thing's quite certain. Unless Kerr was a contortionist, he didn't

commit suicide.

Well, Mr.

Templer.

Looks like you were right. I have got myself a killer.

You.

Did Kerr tell you anything before you killed him?

That's a neatly loaded question.

I want an answer. I feel that keen. I suggest you get out the bright lights

the rubber hoses.

I don't think you realize the seriousness of your position, Templer.

You mean murder charge.

Now, come on, Inspector. You haven't got enough evidence to hang a parking

ticket on me.

You were seen running out of the house.

And there your case ends. No gun, no motive, no anything.

All right, all right.

Now, let's play it from the front.

Kerr is dead.

I want to know who killed him and why.

Oh, I don't know.

Why?

Because he was getting ready to talk.

About what?

Leda Verity's murder.

Kerr was mixed up in a blackmail racket. And when Leda Verity was killed, he got

chicken and wanted to pull out.

Do you know who was in it with him?

No.

Kerr was about to tell me when one of the gentlemen in question appeared out

the window and shot him.

It's not a lot to go on.

Thompson, get the fingerprint and ballistics boys out here. They're on

now. Well, if you two are going to play detectives, I'll be running along.

There's a plane leaves for New York at ten in the morning.

I'll send a man to make sure you're on it.

Those carefully worded innuendos go right over my head, Inspector. I told

earlier tonight to keep out of this. It's not your business.

Well, but you're wrong, Inspector.

And I'll give you a few very good reasons why it is my business.

Well, a leader of Aradie was my friend.

I don't like blackmail.

And what's more, I dislike being used for target practice.

So you can send out as many men as you like in the morning to the airport,

Inspector, but I am not setting one foot off this island until the murderer is

nailed.

Templer! Templer!

I'd give my eye teeth to get something on him. Policemen all over the world

the same way.

Let's get this thing wrapped up.

If Templer wants a killer, let's find him one.

Good. I hate to say this, but it looks like the same sort of plan is working.

Plan? What do you mean, plan?

The way he kept needling you.

I think he wanted to make you so angry that you really move in.

I'll look through this. You make a start in the bedroom.

They've got John.

Keep talking.

Couldn't do a thing, Mr. Templer. Both had guns.

Didn't have a chance.

You know them?

Never saw them before.

All right, now stop in the beginning.

We were waiting for you to come back.

The doorbell rang. John answered if he thought it was you.

In they barged, tied me up and dragged John off. It was all over in two

Did they say anything?

Not a word.

These are pros, Mr. Templer.

Didn't waste a second.

Here, drink this.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, I needed that.

How are you feeling?

Lousy. I'll let you down, Mr. Templer.

Should have been able to help you somehow.

Don't worry about that now. The important thing is to get Joan back.

Yeah, sure.

If we only knew where to start.

The club would be a good beginning.

That's where Kerr made his contacts.

Where Lita was murdered.

You think Esteban was in on this?

He went to an awful lot of trouble to stop me seeing Lita tonight.

Let's ask him.

Templer, now hear me good.

I'm just going to say this once.

Mrs. Verity was going to bring along a bracelet to us tonight.

We didn't get it, but we know who did.

Do you?

Tell me who.

Don't play dumb with me, baby.

You were the first on the scene.

I had plenty of time to lift it before anybody got you.

Is that what you were after when you tried to gun me at Kerr's house?

What else?

We want the bracelet.

Simon, give it to him, please, otherwise he'll kill me.

Joan?

Joan, can you hear me?

Do like the lady says, Mr. Templer.

I'll call you later to tell you how, where and when.

I bet.

Yeah.

We've got no choice, have we?

What does that mean, knuckle under?

The quicker the better.

That's a sure way of getting Joan killed.

Once they've got what they want, you'll be of no further use to them.

And could identify them.

They've killed twice tonight. Once more, we'll make any difference.

Mr. Templer, I know, but what do we do?

We find her and fry her.

That's Esteban's office.

Looks like you've waited up for me, an obedient lad.

How do we get in?

There's a window round the back.

Lead the way.

You're pretty handy with a sword and the butt end of a gun, aren't you? What do

you expect?

Somebody breaks into my club, I'm not going to stand around asking questions.

Sounds reasonable.

What do you want?

Conversation. Everybody I try to talk to on this island gets killed.

Firstly the Verity, then Morris Carr. It's very frustrating.

Cad, he's dead?

You didn't know?

No. No, how should I? When? How?

Buy a morning paper and read all about it.

What are you doing?

You don't think I had anything to do with it? I didn't kill him.

Certainly not with this gun, and it's been ages since it was fired. Not with

gun.

We're going to play a fast game of question and answer.

Why were you so anxious to stop me finding Leader Verity? That's not true.

The fact that it hasn't been fired in a long time doesn't mean it can't be fired

right now.

All right, all right.

Hey, listen.

Lots of women come to my club. The men that bring them are not always their

husbands. Oh, I'm profoundly shocked. Mrs. Verity had been up here a few times

with Maurice Kerr. I thought maybe you were a private detective or something.

And you were trying to protect her? I didn't want any trouble. She was a good

customer. Spent a lot of money here.

Part of that money blackmail?

Blackmail? No.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm inclined to believe you, Esteban.

Do you have some sort of deal with Kerr?

He brought women to the club.

I paid them a small commission on the money they lost at the tables. Men like

him make their living that way.

That was just pin money.

I was wrong about you. I'm sorry.

You should be.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not apologizing.

I'm sorry because with you in the clear, I don't have one single lead.

You'll have to give them the bracelet.

Oh, welcome back. How's the head?

Well, it hurts.

Look, we'd better get back to the house.

That's where they'll call when they're ready to make the trade.

So next move's up to them. Let's go.

This yours?

No. Pebbles. He has the photograph concession here.

What name?

Sanchez. Harry Sanchez.

What did you just call him? Oh, Pebbles. Sort of nickname.

It's usually a nickname reserved for people who wear thick glasses.

Sure. Sanchez wears them all the time. Blind as a bat without them.

What's the big deal?

Photographs were part of the blackmail racket and the man who tried to take a

shot at me at Kerr's house was wearing thick glasses.

Where does he live?

Down on North Quay.

143.

Know where that is? Sure.

I want to go there.

What if it's another false lead?

I know you're in trying to stall.

I'll have to give him the bracelet back, won't I?

I hope you get him.

Using my club for a blackmail racket.

Stinking rats.

Didn't even give me a stinky thing.

143 is right across the street.

Looks like a nice neighborhood. They should tear it down and build a slum.

Do you want me to come with you?

One way or another, you have a pretty tough night.

You stay here. If I'm not out in ten minutes, call the cops.

Fine.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Oh.

My glasses.

I can't see you. Oh, isn't that too bad? Now, where's the girl? Where is she?

In there.

John?

Thank God you're here. You all right?

He said if I didn't give him the bracelet, he'd kill me. That's why I had

find you.

I haven't got it.

But he said you did.

I know what they said.

The leader must have hidden it before they got to her.

I don't understand about this, but let's get out of here, please. The person's

in the car downstairs. Tell him to drive you home and then come back for me.

Yes, but please don't come.

Are you

looking

for these, baby?

Yeah.

In a little while, but first I want the photographs you were using to blackmail

Lita Verity. Those along with any others you've got.

Here, give me a break, will you? Oh, you can have the photographs only. Just

give me a chance to get off the island, will you?

The only break you're getting is I'm not throttling you right now.

Are you going to give me those pictures?

Yeah. Where are they? They're over there.

Get away!

is where they come from.

Mrs. Verity is dead now, of course, but there are others.

They pay good. I mean, you might like to have a little cut of that. Do you

think... You never give up, do you?

What are you doing?

They're worth a fortune.

Well, you're going, baby. You won't need money.

Now.

Who else is in this with you?

There's nobody else. Just me and Kurt.

Oh, yes, there's somebody else.

Someone who killed Lita Verity. Now, who is it?

Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.

You want to know who he is? Why don't you ask him? He's right behind you.

Oh, my Irish buddy.

Surprised?

No, I figured it was you.

There was me thinking you had me tabbed as the wide -eyed, innocent Irish boy.

Things happened a little too conveniently when you were around, you

lowlife. That's a terrible thing to say to a fellow who's kissed a brownie

stone. You should have shoved it down your throat.

There's no sense in standing here trading incense.

Now, you've ruined a perfectly good little business.

I can't let you away with that.

You ruined it yourself when you killed Lita.

Yeah, that was a shame.

She was supposed to leave the bracelet on the bench and then go back into the

club.

And instead she was waiting for you with a gun.

That's it.

We had a struggle. She had a gun when it went off.

It wasn't too difficult to make it look like suicide.

Are you going to account for my killing?

That wouldn't look like suicide.

Oh, I've thought about that too.

I told you I was coming here to help you and then send her home.

When I came here, Pebbles had killed you, so naturally I had to shoot him.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?

Just that.

I don't like them very much.

That's the beauty of this business.

Most companies have got to give their employees a gold watch or something when

they get rid of them.

You're a...

Tying up the ends It was always very neat

Didn't do a very neat job there

Immaculate sense of timing, Inspector.

How did you know I was here?

Well, I'd like to say it was smart, efficient police work. Unfortunately,

not true.

We've had a tail on you ever since you left Curse.

It's a big consolation to know that the police were close at hand if Rosen had

killed me.

You seem to do very well without us.

Thank you.

And since you've sold my case for me, there'll be no need to miss the ten o

'clock plane in the morning.

I won't promise anything, Inspector. There is just one more thing.

Thank you.

Templer.

Becker.

Revisiting the scene of the crime?

Well, I just wanted to make sure there was nothing you'd overlooked.

And was there?

No, you can put your rubber stamp out closed on the case.

Mr. Templer, the bracelet, please.

I saw you put it in your pocket.

I had one for the pleasure of giving it to Joan myself.

Well, I don't see that I need deny you that pleasure.

But I'll come with you just in case.

Thank you, Inspector.

In fact, I'll stay the night.

See you on that plane in the morning.

The whole night.