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Well, so much for tomorrow's weather.

The next program... There's something
I'm confused. I've just been told that

there's a high -pressure area, whatever
that may mean, moving in from the

Atlantic, and a low -pressure area
moving in from France.

The two are scheduled to meet round
about here sometime tomorrow morning.

Now, this means that it will either
rain, or hail, or snow, or maybe the sun

will shine.

Or it might even sleep.

That's why I'm confused.

Excuse me.

Hello? Oh, Saint.

This is Long Harry.

You know, Harry Garrett.

Look, I've got to see you right away.

I'm in real trouble.

Well, why don't you drop around? You
know where I live.

Oh, thanks.

If anybody can help me, it's Simon
Templer.

Thanks for letting me come round.

It's all right, Harry.

I was glad to see an old friend.

Now, what's this all about?

You see, last week in Regent's Park, I
broke into a house.

Oh? Whose house?

There's a knob called Devorist.

Mark Devorist?

Well, do you know?

Yes, he's connected with the Ministry of
Air and Aeronautical Affairs.

I'm sorry, Mr. T, if he's a pal of
yours.

I can see you're broken -hearted. Go on.

Well... You see, there's all sorts of
silver and stuff lying about.

But all I've got to do is to get this
letter from the top right -hand drawer

Devery's desk.

Who put you up to this?

Like you've got a sticker the same.

This one calls himself the Scorpion.

The Scorpion?

You think that's funny?

Yes. Oh, it's no joke.

He's got a skid kid outside.

He's been following me all night to kill
me.

You're all right then. Go on, you have a
look out there if you don't believe me.

Go on.

There's nobody there?

He's out there, somewhere.

He's been chasing me all over London, up
and down streets.

Mr. T, you've got to believe me.

Fine, Harry, I believe you.

Now, calm down.

Why is he following you?

My only contact with this Scorpion
character is on the phone.

My orders is to check this letter in a
luggage locker at Victoria Station.

And the key?

I took that to a nightclub in Paddington
called the Bird's Nest.

I'll give it to a hostess, Patsy Butler.

She'd give me a hundred quid.

Well, I should have forgot the whole
thing.

But you didn't?

No. Why not?

Because I didn't understand nothing that
was in that letter.

But I knew right away what it was wanted
for.

Blackmail, huh? Yeah.

Look, Mr. T.

I'm bent all the way.

I'll break, I'll enter.

I'll drill the fillings out of Mum's
front teeth.

But blackmail now.

Go on, Harry.

Well, I was curious, see.

So I go back to Victoria Station and I
watch that locker.

Sure enough, after about four hours, he
turned up.

I got a good look at him.

I couldn't put a name to him, but I know
his face again.

The trouble is, he saw me.

And he knows that you could identify him
in a court of law.

That's why he's having you followed.

He only means business.

That scorpion character's deadly.

Well, Harry will.

I have to try and draw his sting. Give
me a coat.

Why?

It's cold outside.

Now, you stay here. Don't open the door
and don't go near the window.

Oh, and help yourself to liquor.

Mr. T, you wouldn't shock me, would you?

What do you think?

No, I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

First, I'm going to lose whoever's been
on your tail.

Then I should go to Regent's Park and
drop in on Mark Devers.

You didn't see a man come in here with a
fawn raincoat and a cloth cap, did you?

No, sorry.

Just sign here, Mr. Devers.

You'll have this notarized tomorrow?

Yes, by noon.

Good.

Make a note to have it photostated and
send a copy to Crandall. Yes, sir.

Well, that's finished.

I'll see who that is, will you, Karen?

Of course.

Well, I suppose it's no use trying to
persuade you to have a nightcap, Mr.

Garderman. No, no, thanks.

Hi, Mr. Templer. Come in.

Thanks, Karen.

I imagine you want to see Mr. Devers.

Right, first time.

I need to know your head.

It's with a solicitor at the moment.

It's Simon Templer, Mr. Devers.

Oh, really?

Excuse me.

Simon, what a pleasant surprise. How are
you? Fine, thank you. Good, yes. Come

and have a drink. Come on.

Oh, Karen, thanks a lot. That'll be all
for tonight. Spencer will drive you

home. Okay?

Thank you. Good night. Good night.

Whiskey and water, isn't it? Yes,
thanks.

Not that you need a reason, Simon, but
tell me, what brings you out here?

Curiosity.

Really? What about?

It is rather personal.

Oh, I'll let you talk alone.

No, no, no, don't go.

Garnerman's my lawyer.

Well, you may be needing him.

Right this moment, there's a fellow
sitting in my flat.

Says he robbed your house last week.

Are you serious?

Yes, very. You mean it isn't true?

My dear fellow, I don't even know what
you're talking about.

Well, he claims that he took a letter
from the top right -hand drawer of your

desk.

That's absurd.

He also says you're being blackmailed.

Blackmailed?

Simon, this is absolute fantasy.

You mean there's no robbery, no
blackmail?

No. The whole thing's preposterous. This
man must be mad.

Looks as though I've been told a finery
story, doesn't it?

It certainly does.

It's too nonsensical for words.

Excuse me.

Mrs. Patsy Butler again.

I think you realize what would happen to
your life and your career if I sent

that letter to the newspapers.

Yes, I realize that very well.

Then bring the money to me tonight, 250
pounds.

I'd be glad to.

Where? The nightclub in Paddington.

It's called the Bird's Nest. Have you
got that?

Yes, I understand.

I gather you've got people there and
can't talk.

You're absolutely right.

Can you make it here by 11?

I'd be very happy to do that, yes.

I'll be sitting at a table near the
door.

I'm wearing a black dress with a diamond
brooch.

And if you don't turn up, Mr. Devers,
you'll be sorry.

Mr. Douglas, it's no trouble at all,
believe me.

I'm only too happy to help out.

Sorry. Simon, let me top up your drink.
No, no, thanks, Mark. I must be going.

I'm sorry I troubled you.

Well, then.

Your friend must be suffering from
hallucinations, eh?

Well, he's going to be suffering with
more than that when I get a hold of him.

Good night, Mark.

Mr. Garman, good night.

Good night, Simon.

Mr. Templer?

Oh, Karen, why didn't you call me Simon?
Everybody asked us.

What do you want? A ride home? No, I
must talk to you.

All right, what's on your mind?

Well, it isn't any of my business,
really, but I've worked for Mr. Devers

three years, and I'm very fond of him.

I know you're his friend.

Well, the truth is that there was a
robbery, and he is being blackmailed.

How do you know?

He nearly tore the house apart looking
for that letter. What was in it? He

wouldn't say.

Then I listened in on that phone call
tonight.

Yes, he was faking his end of it.

You guessed?

That's fairly obvious. Who was it?

A girl named Patsy Butler.

And he's going to give her some money
tonight at a club in Paddington called

Bird's Nest.

Your members, of course.

No.

My special guest.

What's the difference?

Now, a table here or the bar? I think
the bar.

Is this your first visit to my
establishment?

Yes.

Well, have a good time.

We have music, wine, and a set. Good
evening.

Good evening. Sam's our drink dispenser.

And by the way, my name's Bird.

Montgomery Bird.

I own this nest.

Well, thank you, Mr. Bird.

Whiskey and water.

Two whiskey and water, please.

Yes, sir.

Hey, do you think that's her by the
door?

She certainly fits the description you
had on the phone, doesn't she?

I just don't understand this.

I mean, what could Mr. Deverest have
done? What has she got on him?

I don't know.

Thank you. Keep the change. Thank you,
sir.

Tell me, does Deverest get along well
with his wife? Oh, yes, very well.

Sure. Well, I'm in the house. I see them
together.

It is right on time.

Miss Butler?

Sit down, Mr. Debris.

Care for a drink?

No.

Who are you?

Oh, just a plain, simple girl trying to
get along.

How did you know about that letter?

I didn't. I just collect the money.

Who's behind you?

Please, Mr. Devers, no questions.

Did you bring the money?

Yes. Then give it to me.

The letter first.

Oh, you're joking.

Surely you didn't expect to get the
letter back.

But you said to me on the phone tonight
that... I told you to bring me 250

pounds.

That's your monthly payment from now on.

So it's like that, is it?

Yes.

You filthy little... Good night, Mr.
Devers. The newspapers will have that

letter in the morning.

Oh, wait.

I don't like your language.

I, uh... Sit down.

Apologize?

That's better.

Where's that letter now?

In a safe place.

And don't look so broken up.

You've a large income and we're not
greedy.

250 a month is reasonable all round.

And don't look at me like that. You're
not exactly the soul of integrity

yourself, are you?

So I suggest you pay up and shut up now.
Come on, I haven't got all night.

Well, do you pay off?

They'll wait.

Good girl.

Your 10%. Thanks.

I'll deliver the rest to the boss, get
my cut, and maybe you and me can paint

the town a bit.

Any time.

But on your own money.

This office is private.

Yes, so it is.

Get out of the way.

The car come through again? Yes, she
left in a hurry.

Let's follow her example. I'll tell you
in the car.

Could anyone write in a letter to Mr.
Devers that would be this compromising?

I don't know.

What did he say when he missed it?

He just asked me if I'd touched anything
in the desk drawers, and I said no.

Then, as I said, he turned the whole
house upside down looking for it.

Did he say who it was from?

No.

Ask Long Harry.

He read it.

Maybe I should jog. His memory is not
very bright, but at least he's literate.

Well,

did I wake you up when I came in?

No, I wasn't asleep.

Mark, is something wrong?

No.

There is, you know.

For heaven's sake, don't badger me
tonight, Cynthia, please.

Mark, for the past week you've been
prowling around this house at all hours

the night.

Why? What is it?

You don't understand. I just can't tell
you.

Well, you see, the fact is I feel
ashamed.

Darling, not with me.

I love you.

Yes, I know.

Mark, are you in some sort of trouble?

Yes, I am.

Darling, sit down, will you?

Now, look.

When I took this job in the Ministry of
Aeronautical Affairs, I was required by

law to divest myself of all my shares in
the Kimber Holling Aircraft Company.

Well, I didn't. Mark.

It would have meant the loss of 20 ,000
pounds.

I just couldn't. So you held on to them?
Well, I had the shares transferred to a

nominee. Who?

Ernest Caldwell.

And? Well, he wrote me the usual letter
saying that he was holding 90 ,000

Kimber Holling shares in my name.

But ten days ago... The Air Minister
announced that Kimber Holling were going

build the new F -109 jet fighter.

Exactly. So you can see where this puts
me.

Cynthia, I did not push that contract.

I've done nothing dishonest.

Then what exactly is the problem?

A few days after the contract was
announced, Caldwell's letter was stolen

my desk.

Mark. I missed it about a week ago
yesterday.

It must have been stolen the night that
we went to the Miltons for dinner.

Anyhow, somehow now it's fallen into the
hands of a girl called Patsy Butler.

Who?

Oh, she's a hostess in a nightclub.

I don't understand.

How did this girl know... Oh, she just
collects the money.

I never met her before until tonight.

Anyway, the deal is that I have to pay
250 pounds a month or Caldwell's letter

is sent to the newspapers.

You mean every month?

Yes, Wess. suppose I can afford that,
but don't you understand if this goes to

the newspapers?

I just don't know.

250 a month now, but what happens when
it's raised to 400 and then 500? I mean,

how long can it go on?

I don't know.

Claude, I've answered all your
questions.

Now, will you answer one of mine?

Do you want me to make some more coffee?
Go ahead.

You ever heard of a character called the
Scorpion?

Has he something to do with this?

You're asking questions again.

We have a file on him, but incomplete.

Three cases of blackmail over the past
year that cross -checked led back to

name, but we never had a direct
complaint.

Why not?

Because people who are being blackmailed
are either too frightened or too

ashamed to report it to the police.

If the public had a little more guts, it
would help our job a great deal.

This scorpion character hasn't got his
hooks in you by any chance.

Now, Claude, what have I ever done that
would lay me open to blackmail?

It's too late to give you my list of
suggestions.

Then toddle along so that I can take
Karen home.

Let me make one point, Simon.

Of those blackmail victims I mentioned
just now, one committed suicide.

With this killing here tonight, I want
the scorpion for two murders.

Sorry, we're closed.

I'd never have guessed.

Fairly around?

In the office.

Thanks.

What the devil do you want? It's all
right, I'm not after your money.

I remember you.

You were in last night.

That's right.

As your special guest.

Well, what do you want?

Some information.

What about?

About this place. Tell me about it. Why
should I?

Because I'm asking.

Well, the Birch Nest is a very
respectable club.

Yes, I can see that. Thank you.

Maybe not severed, but a nice nest just
the same.

And a cover. For what?

Blackmail. What are you talking about?

What do you know about the scorpion?

Why don't you try the zoo?

Okay, we'll start again.

Tell me about our friend with the black
leather jacket on the motorcycle.

I don't know who you mean.

What about Patsy Butler?

Well, she's just a hostess who works
here.

At what?

Being a hostess.

What she does in her spare time is her
business.

Well, I'm making up mine. Where does she
live?

I don't know.

The girls here, they come and go as they
please.

Birdie. You are not being very
cooperative.

I don't have to be.

And if you don't get out of here a bit
lively, I'll call the police.

Go ahead.

Go on.

Call the police. Call Scotland Yard and
ask for Chief Inspector Claude Eustace

Teal. Tell him that I've been asking
about a boy in a leather jacket who

a man.

Tell him I've been asking about Patsy
Butler, who took money from Mark Devoris

last night. And while you're at it, tell
him about the scorpion. Go on. I don't

know nothing.

Birdie, if you're not very careful,
you're going to jump straight out of

nest into a cage.

With bars.

Sorry to interrupt the housework. That's
okay.

That's the butler.

What about her?

Where does she live?

210 Warple Bay. But me.

I'll give it to Miss Patsy Butler.

First floor, number three.

Mind your feet!

Good afternoon, Patsy.

What do you want?

It's a general rule. I never force my
attentions on a lady, but with you I

an exception.

I said, what do you want?

To get to know you better.

Drop dead.

That's not very friendly, is it?

I don't feel very friendly.

We are nasty today, aren't we?

This is charming.

I see you spend all your money on
clothes.

I won't spend my money. It's my
business.

How you earn it is mine.

What have you got, 10 % of the rake -off
on Devorist?

Now look, I don't know who you are.

But believe me, you're messing around in
something dangerous. Move out before

you get hurt.

Your concern for my welfare is touching.

What have you got on Devers?

Ask him?

I have, but he's not being very frank
with me.

Well, that makes two of us. Now, shove
off.

Oh.

Leather jacket.

To Pat say with love, Eddie.

True love is very rare these days, isn't
it?

I think so.

Eddie what?

Black.

Where does he live?

London.

Well, Eddie Black of London killed a man
last night.

Oh, come on.

You knew him?

Harry Garrett?

I never heard of him.

But you paid him a hundred pounds to
break into Deborah's house.

You're crazy.

Eddie's a killer.

He chased poor old Harry all over town
last night.

Poor old Harry who wouldn't hurt a fly,
who was scared of a stiff breeze, but he

knew too much, so Eddie put a bullet in
his chest.

I don't believe you.

Why don't you come here and go out and
buy a paper? It's all over the front

pages. Your lover boy's wanted for
murder.

Well, that's nothing to do with me.

Isn't it?

You're blackmailing Debra.

No, not me personally.

Then who? I don't know.

Is it the scorpion?

I don't know. What's his real name? I
don't know. Where does he live? I swear

you, I do not know.

But Eddie works for him. No.

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

Patsy, you're in this right up to your
neck.

The only way you're going to get out of
it is to talk.

I can't.

I'm too frightened.

All right, I'll help you. No.

I don't know anything. Now, please,
please, will you leave?

Have you ever seen the inside of a
woman's prison?

It's not very pleasant and you're going
to spend an awful long time there.

Now, when you've calmed down and thought
things over, call me.

Morning, Miss Bates.

Hello, Mr. Garnerman.

I've brought the contract.

Yes, he's expecting you.

Oh, Garnerman, come in. Morning.

Thank you, Karen. Perhaps you would like
to take care of those letters now.

Yes, Mr. Bates.

I brought the notarized contract.

Sit down.

Now, look, before you start, there's
something I want to tell you.

I lied to you last night.

Lied?

I am being blackmailed.

At first I was going to knuckle under
and pay.

But of course my wife convinced me that
that was the wrong thing to do.

Blackmail?

For what, in heaven's name?

Well, I think I'd prefer to save the
detail till Templer gets here.

He's on his way now.

Well, that's about it.

I'm supposed to pay this girl 250 pounds
a month from now on.

You're shocked, aren't you, Garnerman?

Yes, I must admit, I am.

You see, Mr. Garnerman is only concerned
with nice, clean, respectable company.

Law, deeds, titles, contracts.

This is like something from another
world, isn't it?

I'm no more narrow -minded than other
men in my profession.

I just happen to admire integrity.

I respect you for it.

All right, then, Mr. Garland, what
exactly do you advise?

Mr. Devers, there's only one possible
choice.

Oh, you mean the police?

Of course. Tell them the whole story and
they'll protect you. That means the Mr.

X routine, and it doesn't work.

You can't fight these people yourself.

I can.

In fact, I've made a fair start. I saw
your Miss Patsy Butler today.

Threw a real scare into her.

I should imagine she'll call me within
24 hours.

Because I think she knows who the
Scorpion is.

What's more...

I think she'll tell me.

Mr. Templer, you must see I can't take
part in your activities.

But you wouldn't have to take any risks.
As you yourself said, I'm concerned

with respectable law.

Now, look.

Suppose we give Simon 24 hours.

If he fails, all right, then I'll go to
the police.

All right.

I'll wait until I hear from you. Good.

And don't think too badly of me.

If no human being did anything illegal
or stupid, I'd starve to death, wouldn't

I? Yes, well, thanks for being so
understanding.

The same song to that girlfriend of
yours.

We shall have to look after her.

There you are, my little friends.

Eat well.

They're horrible.

Why?

I don't know. They came in the crate.

They're like you, Eddie.

Greedy and ruthless.

They grab what they can.

Kill it and tear it to pieces.

Shut the case, will you?

I obey the laws of nature.

That's the secret of power.

What?

I mean that man is an animal and it's
natural for him to behave like one.

Denying the animal in us weakens us.

Makes us poorer.

Could scorpions really kill you?

Most couldn't, but these can.

They're god -deadly killers.

Well, if I got stung, what would happen?

You'd die within three minutes.

Let's talk about something else.

Yes.

Like Patsy Butler.

What exactly does she mean to you?

She's a bird.

Nothing more.

She satisfies your animal instincts,
precisely.

She's a threat, Eddie.

What do you mean?

We've got to stop her from talking.

I'll take care of her.

Good.

Go on doing as I tell you and you'll end
up a very rich man.

I'm counting on that.

Come in.

Hello, love.

You're early.

I'm eager, baby.

I wanted to see you.

Huh? What about?

Do I need a reason?

Hey, you're shivering.

I must be getting a cold.

Oh, that's too bad.

That bloke that caught us in the office
last night.

What about him?

Seen him again, love.

Are you kidding?

I thought maybe he had.

I haven't been out of this room all day.

He hasn't been here, has he?

And he barely says he got your address
from Sam down the club.

Of course he hasn't.

You going somewhere, baby?

No.

Then why pack a bag?

I didn't.

You know, Patsy, a man has to be
ruthless in this world.

Obey the laws of nature.

That's the secret of power.

Man's an animal. Did you know that?

Well, you have to know it, you see.

We get all frustrated.

Blackmail's fallen down the stairs.

But what makes you so certain, Patsy
Wilfrum?

She's frightened.

Blackmail's one thing.

Murder's a little more than she
bargained for. After you.

I've convinced her that her boyfriend
killed Long Harry.

Christmas is early this year.

No, but I'm positive Pat's your phone
tonight. And it's a call I don't want to

trust to my answering service.

I wonder what this is.

Sir, it's my job to mind the phone while
you're at the bird's nest.

That's right.

Something I've got to give tonight.

My 24 hours is up at ten in the morning.

Simon, do you think Mr. Devers did
wrong?

Who am I to judge?

There's always a conflict between public
service and private gain.

That's funny.

What is?

There's no card.

Nothing.

It's beautiful.

Yeah. But who's it from?

Probably some stunned female.

See if the card's on the inside.

You dare have.

Stay steady.

Nurse, please.

Now, Miss Butler, you mustn't upset
yourself.

Take this.

That's a... Good girl.

Nurse, this is terribly urgent.

Simon Templer, Regent 5333. I must see
him. Doctor says no visitors, my dear.

Will you stop humouring me and do as
you're told?

Regent 5333, Simon Templer. Get him. I
must see him at once.

All right, Miss Butler.

All right.

Here, let me freshen you a drink.

The scorpion delivered this sometime
this afternoon. Tonight he gets it back.

You all right?

Yes.

Now, if Patsy calls, I'll be at the
bird's nest. You have the number?

You sure you're all right?

Yes. Okay.

You go on.

Hello. Hello, may I please speak to Mr.
Simon Templer?

Well, I'm afraid he's not here at the
moment, but I can take him. I'm speaking

for Miss Patsy Butler.

She's had an accident.

Accident? Yes, she's in St. Margaret's
Hospital.

What hospital?

St. Margaret's, Paddington.

Well, tell her that I'll be there right
away.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Patsy Butler around?

No. Too early.

She does come every night, though,
doesn't she?

Sure. Sure.

Good. I'll wait. Make it a long beer,
will you?

Right, sir.

A while today.

I thought I was going to die.

But you are going to be all right.

My dancing days are over.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, too.

For a lot of things.

Mostly for ever getting mixed up with a
swine like Eddie.

He does work for a man called the
Scorpion.

Do you know his real name?

No.

But his telephone number is Parkside
3000.

Mr. Templer can trace the address.

Thank you.

I've got to go now.

And if he can pin one on Eddie into the
bargain, he'll be doing me a favor.

I'll tell him.

Good luck.

Sure.

Oh, Mr. Garnerman.

You've seen Miss Butler?

Yes. We heard about the accident. Mr.
Devers thought you might be able to tell

us something. Yes, I've talked to her.
She gave me the scorpion's telephone

number.

Excellent. I must take it at once to the
police. Oh, I promised Simon I'd report

to him.

Where is he? At a club called The Bird's
Nest.

I'll drive you there.

You drive, Miss Bates.

And please do exactly as you're told.

Can't you read?

It says private on that door.

So everybody keeps telling me. So out.

Bertie, I suggest you start singing.

It'll make things a lot easier for you.
Now, listen.

If you don't blow, I'll call the police.

Where's Patsy tonight?

I told you once before. The girls here
come and go as they please. I don't know

where she is. All right.

What about Leather Jack and Ellie?
Where's he?

Here.

Speak of the devil.

You've been causing us a lot of bother
lately.

So has Karen Bates.

We've got her.

And you're next on the list.

Eddie, don't! Shut up.

There's a hundred witnesses out there.

Get out of the way, Grandad.

Do as he says.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's a bad mess up
here.

It's a rancor.

Where's Karen?

Oh, carry on, carry on.

12th and 12th Maple Road.

I'm so sorry.

Over here.

In here, officer.

He'll be all right.

Something quick.

He's been dealing with Mr. Templer.

That leaves us with you, Miss Bates.

Oh, what was I saying?

Oh, yes.

The tail of the scorpion is very
flexible.

The sting consists of a needle -sharp
spine and a vesicle containing the

poisoned lambs.

Most species are relatively harmless.

These are deadly.

How did you get on, Eddie?

What? We've got a visitor. Come over
here where I can see you.

Police have got Eddie.

What he doesn't tell them, Patsy Butler
will.

Quite an operation, Garderman.

As a lawyer, you use your knowledge of
people's affairs to blackmail them.

It's all over now.

You'll be charged with extortion and
murder.

Somehow, Mr. Templer, I doubt if I'd be
charged.

It's been anything.

Simon, stop!

They sting them the moment they're
disturbed.

Legend has it, Mr. Templer, that
scorpions faced with a hopeless

commit suicide.

I've always admired them for that.

Simon, can't we do something?

Yes, Mr. Templer, you can.

You can put that gun down and listen to
what I have to say.

I shall be able to repeat it.

Because within three minutes, I shall be
dead.

He admitted everything.

A web of blackmail spread over a dozen
of his clients.

He gave me your letter.

He was dead before Thiel arrived.

It's absolutely incredible.

Do you know I trusted Garnerman
completely?

So did a lot of other people.

Incidentally, I've sold all my Kimber
-Holling shares, so that puts me

completely in the clear now.

It's all over.

Yes. Thanks to Simon, it's all over.