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Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm a friend of Mr. Nigel Perry. He's
expecting me. I'll tell him you're here,

sir. Thank you.

Polo is a sport much favored by the
English upper classes.

It provides, amongst other things, an
exclusive and expensive way of breaking

leg. Has a lot of snob value, too. For
example, if you have been in a car

accident and you go to hospital, you'll
be treated well enough.

But you limp in and say you have been
tossed by your polo pony and you will be

treated like a prince.

Simon, nice to see you again. Hi, Joe.
Nice to see you. It's been too long.

Come and sit down. Thank you.

I'm glad you were able to come. It was
pretty short notice.

I was a loose end anyway. My lunch date
turned up with a husband. Were you?

Yeah.

Apart from that, your note was far too
intriguing to resist.

Yes, I was counting on that.

Simon, I need your help.

Hello, Ed.

Hello, darling.

You don't need any help from me. You're
doing fine.

This is my fiancée, Moina Stanford.

Moina, this is... Darling, I haven't
spent the last 20 years in a nunnery.

if I had, I met and I'd recognize the
famous Simon Templer.

Playing a marvellous game. That's his
second goal.

Bully for him.

Miles. Miles Holland?

Yes.

He was your father's business partner,
wasn't he? Yes. And now mine, since I

inherited Dad's half of the business.

You'll like him, I'm sure.

Well, that's the end of the game. Now
you can meet Miles for yourself.

Which is the cue for me to go and powder
my nose, if you'll excuse me.

Thank you.

I wish Minor and Miles got on better.

Isn't Helen the one that the papers call
the man who cannot die?

Yes. Last year he was racing at Le Mans.

Piled up at over a hundred and then got
out of the car and walked away.

He's a lucky man.

That's the sort of chap he is.

Lives hard, plays hard.

Nigel, you said you wanted my help.

That's right.

Well, what about?

Miles.

Ah, marvelous, my nice chucker. Well
done, chaps.

Drinks are on me, huh?

Hello, Joe. Can I have some champagne?

Miles. I'd like you to meet a friend of
mine. Well, bring him along, Joe. Just a

moment. Simon Templer.

Templer.

I've wanted to meet you for a long time.

Nice to meet you.

You know, you and I have a lot in
common.

We do?

Sure. We're the last of the adventurers.

Living for excitement is a lost art.

Wouldn't go that far.

Oh, sure it is.

Today, kids get their kicks by taking
pills.

They don't hunt big game or climb
mountains.

How can they know what life is about if
they haven't looked at death?

I know.

Death's come to me a dozen times, and
I've always cheated in it.

Perhaps the next world isn't ready for
you yet.

Uh,

Simon, what are you doing at the
weekend?

What do you have in mind?

Oh, we're going shooting.

Miles has just bought the game, right?
They have over 5 ,000 acres in North

Wales. Why don't you come along?

Sure, you might learn something. I'm
pretty good with a shotgun.

I'll give you some pointers.

Simon has quite a reputation as a
marksman, Miles.

I'm sure I'm not in Mr. Hallen's class.

You're too modest.

It's the time one of us was.

Actually, Templer, for a man whose
natural habitat is a cocktail bar, you

find the going a little rugged.

You ready, darling?

Do you mind if I drive back to Simon?

You could go with Miles.

Yes.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give you ten minutes to start and
still beat you back to London.

For six months now, Miles has been
drawing large sums from the company's

account. Over a thousand pounds a time.

You mention it?

Yes. He said he'd been gambling.

Living it up, generally.

Then the other day, I overheard a phone
call.

Miles was shouting.

Things like... You're pushing me too
hard, and I can't keep paying you that

of money.

That's the sort of thing you say to a
pressing bookmaker.

Perhaps.

But I'm certain it's blackmail.

Blackmail.

Do you have any other reasons for
thinking so?

No. Well, can the company stand these
big withdrawals? It's not important.

You could have my last penny if it would
help.

He was with my father when he died. I
tried to save him at the risk of his own

life.

At least I can do it.

Try and get him out of this trouble.

It wasn't as dangerous as it looked.

Miles is a great driver.

The thermometers are full of them.

You did?

When was that?

I see.

All right, Miss Sutton.

Thank you very much.

Thanks.

Cheers.

That was my secretary.

Miles phoned her this afternoon from the
club and asked her to draw 5 ,000

pounds.

Pay off time again, huh?

Looks like it.

She's delivering it to his flat.

When? Tonight.

Simon, will you help me find out what's
going on?

Well, Nigel, I thought you hated
blackmail.

I do.

But I'm not overly fond of your friend
Miles Allen either.

Oh.

Well, it looks as though I'll have to
handle it myself then, doesn't it?

Good night, Simon.

Nigel, finish your drink and we'll talk
about it.

Cheers. Thanks, Simon.

Boom!

Stay here. I'm going to take a look
around.

You looking for something?

Miles Allen.

The double -cross didn't work, Helen.

I'm giving everything I have to the cops
first thing tomorrow morning. No.

Wait, I don't know what happened
tonight.

Somebody brought the money back.

Brought the money back?

What the blue blazes are you talking
about?

Well, it's true. Somebody brought the
money back here.

That means somebody knows about our
little deal.

Now, look here, Helen.

It's about time we had a final
settlement.

That suits me.

You bring the money over here, and we'll
discuss it. Where do I come?

Out of Hasbro.

Name the swat.

More than our Chelsea Bridge.

Where did you make out?

I lost him.

Somewhere around the Chelsea Bridge
area.

I cruised around for a bit afterwards.

Oh, I found a bike parked down near some
houseboats, but I couldn't swear that

it was his.

Well, we'd better go and have a look,
wouldn't we? Do you want to go now?

Hmm.

Tomorrow will do.

We're going to Wales in the morning.
Miles might suspect I'm involved if I

him off.

Well, let's not worry about it now.

You go home and get some sleep.

I'll see you at the station in the
morning. All right. Good night, Simon.

thanks. It was a good try.

First of all, tonight's payment.

No need to count it.

You'd know better than that.

How much more?

Another 10 ,000.

What?

Covering up murder is an expensive
business.

Another one like that and the price goes
up.

You don't look like a murderer, Helen.

I find it difficult to believe that
you'd walk out on an old man and leave

to die alone at first in the desert.

I can't possibly raise ten thousand
pounds.

But you did walk out, didn't you? I tell
you it's impossible.

Please.

It's too bad for you that the old man
had strength enough to write it all out

detail. Makes very juicy reading, too.

When? A week? I can't.

You better.

Look.

I'm going away tomorrow with my partner
for three or four days.

A shooting holiday.

The holiday I'll have to wait. The
holiday can't wait.

That's where I get the 10 ,000.

Meaning?

When I get back, things will be easier.

It'll take three or four months, but...

Now you get the idea.

Boy, you're a cool one.

I manage.

Just a matter of interest.

How are you going to do it?

Pull it in the head?

Or fix the gun so it blows up in the
guy's face?

It'll have nothing to do with shooting.

It's too obvious.

Well, if you want to be cagey.

You inherit the business?

That's the idea.

Then I guess I can wait.

Do you have a deal?

Yes.

I need to keep you any longer.

Good night, Mr. Haring.

Let's shoot a man in cold blood.

Morning. Morning. Hello.

Have you been down to Chelsea yet? Oh, I
haven't had time yet. I'll try on the

way back. Don't you worry.

By the time you get home, I'll have
something definite.

Templer, change your mind coming with
us?

No. Do you like hair? I'll bring you
back a brace.

It shouldn't be too difficult.

When they hear what a crack shot you
are, they'll come out with their hands

Fine, women.

Goodbye.

Look, darling, there's almost ten
minutes before the train. I didn't even

you could wait.

I kept saying I was going to give you a
lift back.

I keep pushing you off onto other
people, don't I?

All right.

I hate to station goodbyes anyway.

Bye, Nigel. Bye, Simon. Once again,
thanks.

I'll see you at the barrier.

Moina.

Moina.

Take care, darling.

I wish Nigel wasn't going.

Lonesome already?

No. Frightened.

What about?

I don't know. It's silly, but... I've
just got a terrible premonition that...

Oh, that's ridiculous.

I just don't trust Myles Hallen.

Why? I don't know.

Well,

I've never liked him, and the last few
weeks have been absolutely impossible.

Boy, now, Myles is being blackmailed.

Blackmail? By whom? For what? For what,
I'm not sure.

The character is blackmailing him.
There's on a houseboat down here.

I'm going to drop in on him.

What's this?

Wait here. I'll find out what's going
on.

What have you got there?

It's all just a seal, boy detective.

Oh, it's you.

Another lightning deduction from the
mastermind.

What are you doing here?

I just happened to be passing by. Take a
look.

I wouldn't bother with a glass claw. He
wasn't poisoned. He was shot through the

neck. Who is he?

Name of Morton, an Australian.

According to his passport, he entered
this country seven months ago.

As far as we know, he didn't have a job.

He did make some money, though, quite a
lot. How do you know?

Bank book.

Regular deposits of large sums.

Look, Simon, you never just happened to
be passing.

Do you know anything about this?

I didn't even know his name.

What else have you dug up?

Not a lot.

A pile of burnt papers in the stove
there.

I've got a feeling this is going to be a
tough one.

Well, in that case, I'll leave you to
it.

Now, where were we? Oh, by the way,
Claude, what does his passport list his

occupation as?

A mining engineer.

A mining engineer? Australian?

There could be some connection here.

Miles was with Nigel's father when he
died. They were prospecting for gold in

some godforsaken desert in Australia.

Oh, you're right about the connection.

And how Nigel's father died?

Well, they found gold, a big strike.

And they ran out of water. There was
only one canteen left, so they tossed

it. Nigel's father won the toss.

So he picked up the bottle and started
walking.

Now, just a minute.

Who told you this?

Miles Halley.

Only he made it sound much more heroic.

That he cheated when he tossed the coin,
made sure Nigel's father would win.

But Miles got out alive.

Yes, started walking and came across a
well or something. Nigel's father died.

They never found him.

Well, now, let's do some wild
theorizing.

Supposing Miles killed Nigel's father.

Morton, this engineer, found out about
it and was blackmailing him.

Yes, but there's just one thing wrong.

I mean, what motive would Miles have for
killing Nigel's father?

Surely he must have known Nigel would
inherit his own father's business.

Who inherits now?

What? Well, I mean, if anything should
happen to Nigel.

I do, I suppose.

Well, that is when we get married.

When are you getting married?

Next month.

And until then?

Simon, you don't think... Miles and
Nigel are going to be alone in pretty

desolate country.

Shouldn't be too difficult to kill a man
and make it look like an accident.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to call Nigel. Where are they
staying?

Pub. Prince of Wales. But there's no
telephone there. It's right out in the

wilds.

All right. I'll send a telegram.

Tell him to wait for us. We can be there
in the morning.

Telegram? Oh, we haven't had one of
them.

Not since the wise father died, have we,
love? No. That's going back about five

years ago.

Six.

Do you know where Mr. Perry is now? He
and Mr. Harlan went out about an hour

ago.

These shooting rights of Mr.

Harlan's, can you tell us where they
are?

Yes.

Oh, they haven't gone shooting.

Didn't like the look of the weather.

They've gone to Oghove Adraig.

Where?

Oghove Adraig.

Dracon's Caves.

Caves? Ay, nasty old place this.

Terrible? Full of potholes and mines and
things right under the mountain.

Miles of them? Never been properly
explored, see? Very dangerous.

Dangerous? How?

Well, the roof's not too safe and
there's always a danger of flooding.

Three students from Cardiff got lost
there a year ago.

But there you are.

Mr. Harley and Mr. Perry wouldn't listen
to me.

Can you show me where these caves are?

Well... Very busy like... Yes, very
busy.

I'll be happy to make it worth your
while.

I'll be ready in 15 minutes. We need
ropes and things like that, you know.

Harry, please.

You're wasting your time, you know.

They'll find them once they're in those
caves.

All right?

Yeah.

Cigarette.

How much farther are we going?

We haven't even started yet.

Not exactly equipped for a full -scale
exploration.

In a place like this, the only equipment
you need is guts and a good lamp.

No point in taking unnecessary risks.

Oh, come on, Nigel.

What's the matter with you? A little
danger makes a thing worthwhile.

If we really crawl into this mountain,
who knows what we might find.

An underground lake, a new cavern. Hey,
that would be something.

We could map it and call it Halland's
Cavern.

You really enjoyed danger, didn't you?

Oh, it makes life worth living.

You know, I haven't seen you as cheerful
as this in ages.

Oh, well.

Come on, let's see if we can find
Hallin's cavern.

Good boy.

Is this the only way in? As far as we
know, anyway.

Must be miles of tunnels in there, never
been explored.

You said there were three students lost
down there.

What happened to them? Who knows?

Perhaps the roof collapsed, perhaps they
fell.

We never found them. You could lose an
army in this place.

Did Alan mention any particular party he
was going to? No, no, not to me,

whatever.

Well, we'd better start looking, hadn't
we? Right.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

I'll be all right.

Going underground frightened you?

Oh, a bit.

I don't like being closed in.

Claustrophobia, I expect.

Why don't you go back to the hotel?

No.

No. I'll be all right.

Which way?

Take your choice.

You can either go that way, or there's a
big chamber ahead.

with half a dozen passages leading off.

If we have to, we'll try them all.

Knowing Hallam, you'll pick the less
well -explored sections.

Well, in that case, we'll have to try
the deep.

I don't like the idea.

Nobody's been down there before, as far
as I know.

It's up to you.

Carry on.

Right, overlay him.

What?

Uncle Wanker, man. Remember I told you.

There you are.

Now get rid of these rocks in case they
fall on your head.

Is that all right? That's it.

It's right in there.

Take it easy.

Okay.

The deeper you get, the colder it
becomes.

We should get on shore. We're on the
right tunnel.

There's no way of knowing.

Don't you think we ought to turn back?

Try some of the higher levels.

I would if I were you, sir.

We'd be better off finding them that
way, I'm sure.

All right.

We go back.

Simon, try your torch down here,
quickly.

The kind Miles smokes.

We go on.

Shall I give him a call?

Yes, try it.

Hello!

What was that?

Somebody else in the caves.

Coming this way?

Who knows?

We don't want to get mixed up with a
bunch of tourists, do we?

Get a move on!

The trouble is with you, you're
antisocial.

I'm down. I'm at the bottom.

Good.

I'm right behind you.

All the way.

Okay, now, down with this foot. Come on.

One more.

Come on.

More slack.

Okay,

slack away.

My leg on a rock.

Let's have a look.

Very nasty

cut there.

Mr. Pugh!

Throw me down the back with the first
aid kit.

Did it get any better?

I can't see.

It curls a bit up ahead.

But, Miles, the only thing we ought to
call it a day, we've been going for

nearly three hours now. We ought to be
starting back.

All right.

Look, I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll
give another half hour, then we'll get

out of here, all right?

Okay, but only half an hour.

Here, I'll try that.

Oh,

it's not too bad.

I think I can walk on it anyway.

Yes, you can walk, but you can't climb.

Excuse me, sir.

I think it would be better if the young
lady stopped here.

Would you mind, Moina?

No.

No, of course not.

Well, I mean, you'd stand a far better
chance of catching up with him without

me, wouldn't you?

You'll be all right. We'll leave you
some light. I've got some candles here.

We'll be back as quick as we can.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll be fine.

Closing to the left is out of it.

Looks quite big.

Plenty of handholds.

I'd really like to find out if it's a
major tunnel.

All right.

We'll take a look at it and then we're
going back. Yes, of course.

Come on, then.

You go first and I'll act as anchor. No.

It'll be safer if I belay you.

I doubt if you could hold me.

if anything should happen.

Give me a pack.

Are you going on? I have to. Now move.

Where's Nigel?

Oh, thank God you're here. He's fallen.

I couldn't handle him alone. I was going
back to get Clymer. Where is he?

Look, there's not much hope. Where is
he? Look, there's not much hope. You

he...

I just couldn't hold it.

I don't think you'd have had a chance.
It sounds like a very fast stream.

Look, we can't do anything here alone.

Let's get back with her, I promise you.

You must be fairly sure he's dead.

What the devil are you talking about?

I did all I could to save him.

I'll bet you're dead.

alive. What?

Wait, you're going down? Yeah.

I'll hold the rope.

No.

I'll tie it off.

Moiner and pure back there.

Another accident might be hard to
explain.

Now I'm going to need help to bring him
up.

I don't want any mistakes.

Good day.

That's it. There you are. I don't know.

We'll go find Mr. Templer.

My legs, I can't move.

We're going to get you up from here.

Miles, are you all right?

Yes.

Thank heaven.

It'll be pretty painful.

When the rope went up, he must have
fallen.

Make it fast, Alan.

We only have far enough.

You can hold on to me.

Yeah.

further down, miss? Wouldn't you rather
stay here?

Oh, no.

I'm much better when we're moving.

I'd rather go on.

It's only just.

You made a bad job of it.

What are you talking about?

It was an accident, I tell you.

So you keep saying.

Well, that's when I ran into you. I was
going to help.

Why should I want to hurt Nigel? He's my
friend and my partner.

Very touching.

You must meet him.

I've listened, Alan.

And you are a liar.

Nigel! Nigel!

He's unconscious.

It's probably just as well.

You did this. That's why you brought him
here. Not now, Moina. We'll settle it

all later.

Is he hurt, bud?

I'm afraid we need the doctor before we
move him anymore.

I'll start back right away.

I'll be here in about three hours with
the rescue body.

I didn't have a long wait.

Better save your battery.

I'll dig through that.

We're going to have to find another way
out.

There's no other way.

We came by the only entrance.

Then we'd better find another way of
getting through that, wouldn't we?

What's the matter, Helen?

You're beginning to think you're not
immortal after all. The paper say you're

the man who cannot die, remember?

Finding a way to the main cabin may take
some time.

Then we'd better get started.

Morning.

We're going to have to find another way
out.

We're going to have to stay here with
Nigel.

Well, I'll be all right.

Good girl.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

There's an opening along this wall and
down a bit.

It might lead somewhere.

You shall help.

William, go and get the doctor.

Thomas, go and get the rest of the men
from the village. You others, start

getting the equipment ready.

Are you all right, love?

I'm down there.

Jump to that ledge.

Now, let's take a breather for a minute.

Must be nearly light outside by now.

Why was Morton blackmailing you?

What?

Did he know you left Nigel's father to
die?

You're crazy.

I did everything I could for the old
man.

I left him the water bottle. Everybody
knows that.

Everybody knows what you told them. I
did what I could to save him.

The same way you tried to save Nigel?
That was an accident. How many more

Was shooting Morton an accident? Now
stop it, will you? Get off my back.

Then jump.

Come on, Templer.

Catch him.

Come on, Templer.

Move to one side, please.

What's the matter, Templer?

Are you beginning to think you're not
immortal?

Before I go, before you go, I thought
you'd like to know

I did kill Morton.

And I did leave Nigel's father to die.

As I planned to leave his precocious
son.

A partner of mine.

Before you put your meddling little
fingers into it.

There wasn't much I could do about it.

He was a good friend.

Nigel, Nigel, you must...