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Get ready.

We've located the Europa Express, sir.

Contact in two minutes.

Report acknowledged.

Now listen.

Marty Urins will be in drawing room C.

Car 1642, third car from the engine.

It's most urgent that you get her off that train.

We'll comply. As soon as it's dark and we have cover.

Watch it!

Oh.

No time to explain.

Let's get going.

Thank you. I think I can't now.

Who?

I think the night nurse would be more to your taste.

You're all right, obviously.

Sure. Just a wee bump on me loaf.

And a few bruises nobody should be offended by.

Blow. Yeah, you know, blow for a red head.

You're getting more English than I am. Oh, you taught me.

How's Martha Hurons?

She died, I'm afraid.

And 30 other people as well.

How awful.

Yeah, well, derailed that train was extremely efficient.

Mark?

Yes, sir?

Was Marta Hurons working for us?

No, that's the worst part of it. She wasn't.

You remember that electronics expert we sent out to the Middle East to check on

some rumours?

Vaguely.

Well, we think he found out some pretty frightening facts.

Why didn't he report them?

He panicked, poor fellow, made a run for it. He got as far as Istanbul, where he

met Marta Hurons and managed to pass a message to her to give to Waverley in

London. Do we know what that message was?

No, neither did she, poor girl.

The man is done, Bull?

They got him too, I'm afraid.

We don't think he had time to leave a second message.

Mark?

Yes?

How many people know that Marta Hurins is dead?

Two or three people here in the hospital. Why?

It's about my size, wore lots of make -up.

What do we know about her?

Not very much.

She, um...

It was an exotic dancer, an American, on her way to London to play the part of

Mata Hari in a new musical.

Mata Hari.

Was her face well known?

Her face?

She was the belly dancer.

What if, just if, the people we were after thought that Mata Hurons had

the train wreck?

Well, they'd have a second try.

Oh, no, April.

Oh, no. If you're thinking of impersonating Marta Huris, forget it.

You'd be setting yourself up as a blooming target.

Oh, no.

Hello,

darling.

Listen, I don't think you're rather ever doing the time for child.

Am I, darling?

How badly were you hurt, Miss Hearns? So many questions, gentlemen.

One at a time, please. How badly were you hurt, Miss Hearns? The last we

it was very bad.

Yes, so many people dead. So many people.

I'm very happy and very lucky to be alive. Did you receive any injury? Did

receive any injury? I received head injury. Can I receive other bruises? Can

see the bruises?

Can we see the bruises?

for posterity.

Darling, for posterity?

Yes. Darling, gentlemen, anything for posterity.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

What percentage were killed?

Oh, what a slight exaggeration, darling.

As you can see, I'm here.

Those are reports that Sir Terence Keats will play the lead now, Officer Chu.

Sir Terence Keats will play the lead, Officer Chu?

Yes, yes. What do you think of him?

Oh, well, if he's quite as charming as all you lovely little gentlemen are, I'm

sure that I would quite fall in love with him.

I only like this weather we put on for you today. It's marvelous.

Fantastic weather.

When does the play open?

The spring is still coming. Very soon. Good.

Thank you.

Anybody ever tell you you should eat less?

I'm frightfully sorry, madam. I must have tripped.

Oh, boy, that was close.

Yes, my dear Martha Huron.

Our chaps have made their second try.

You all right?

Just barely.

Too dangerous, so we came straight here to headquarters.

I see.

Do you, sir? I thought perhaps we should reconsider the plan.

There is an element of risk involved, sir, naturally.

Risk? Suicide is a more likely word.

Mr. Slade does have a point, of course.

There's no telling what they'll do the next time.

That's exactly what we want, sir. Force them into an attack that will expose

them.

I could assign more men.

No. Give you constant protection.

No, I don't think that would be right, sir. After all...

Surround the bait with too many hunters and you'll catch no game.

I take it then you want to go through with it.

Yes.

Right?

All right.

But here's one hunter who's going to stay close to the bait.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

Tell me it isn't true that you're a spy for the enemy. Thank you, my dear.

Tell me it is all a lie and I will intervene personally on your behalf.

I have influence.

Here, here, Terry.

You want to damage that blooming thing that costs money, which don't come easy

enough. Oh, I'm sorry, Lou. I'll remember the budget. No, no, no. One,

three, four. One, two, three, four.

Oh, please, why don't you... Please, stop that bloody hammering up there now.

What the devil is that?

Well, at last, our leading lady, and in one piece.

Oh, yes, definitely.

So there you are at last, Miss Hurons. Welcome, welcome.

I'm Matthew O 'Brecker, your producer.

Thank you. Ah, Mr. Brecker, I am pleased, Miss Hurons, with my client.

it's a pleasure, I'm sure.

Ah, Evander, could we have the light out?

Mark! Yes, of course. Turn them off.

Are we quite sure the wait was worthwhile?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Terry, do buzz off.

How very exciting to see you again, my dear.

Again? Yes, I had the pleasure of seeing you dance in Athens.

Unfortunately, I could find no one to introduce us at the time.

Oh, no one would have to introduce...

Sir Terence Keats to one of his most ardent admirers.

Come on, back to your places. We are doing a play, are we not?

Yes, of course we are, my dear young genius. Come and meet your director, my

dear.

This is Toby Gordon -Jones, I direct.

I've heard so many lovely things about you. Oh, I'm sure you have.

Well, your faith is better than I expected, and yes, indeed, so are your

Well, if you've read the script, you'll know that Mata Hari's young lover was a

Russian aviator, Count Marov, played by Greg Tover here. How do you do? In his

own, in his own way, which would be the same way he's played hundreds of other

juvenile leads.

Thank you very much.

Well, it's my pleasure, Miss Hurons.

You're very lucky to be here, what with the train crash and everything.

How very nice of you to say.

Let's hope your luck holds.

I'm Mandy Dean Tanner, the nice girl in the play. Now, one can be sure that that

isn't typecasting.

Now, as to the play, I would think maybe...

And what is this?

Kali. Kali?

The goddess of death.

Ah.

Charm.

I think.

Yes, well, if we are done with the amenities, may we please begin?

Now, since we're so late, we'll start with the play right on its feet.

You stagehands, we don't need you anymore. You can go off to ten minutes'

Please, go. Right, and now, Master Hari will begin by calling you. Master Hari,

you are... No, chair. I need the chair. Please, dear.

You are discovered upstage here by the bed with a gun in your hand. And you,

Terry, fine. You're over there. Now, you, Mandy, you are down here on the

Come on. Here, quick. Come on floor.

Unconscious. And you, what's his name? You're off there making an entrance.

Offstage. Right, fine.

Now, music, music, music, thunder, lightning, timpani, roll, and spot.

Miss Hurons, darling, please.

That is your cue.

Oh, sorry, darling.

Yes. You really thought you could gain information from me that easily, huh?

Ah, more thunder, lightning, lightning, spot, spot. How could you imagine, my

love, that I would sacrifice these precious moments together for a cheap

like this?

There will be other moments, darling.

More precious than this.

Bang, bang. Oh!

No, no, no. To whom are you speaking, darling? Now, the audience are out

They have paid to see and to hear a play. Again, please.

There will be other moments, darling, more precious than these.

Bang, bang.

Fine, darling, fine. There is, however, one point I would like to make clear.

Dr. Harry was not a fishwife, nor was she a washerwoman. She was a spy.

Now, I realize that you're accustomed to playing washerwomen. Now, I hope maybe

with hard work you'll be able to play a spy.

You do dance, do you not?

Are you all right, my dear? Thank you very much. I must have bowed out at the

right time.

That's all you can say. She might have been killed. Killed?

Not again.

Forgive me, please.

I don't know what I'm saying.

Sure, wait. Why don't you sit down here?

You've had a Nazi pocket in the room.

This old building is falling to pieces.

I mentioned the amateurs we have for stage hands these days. I'm terribly

darling. These things do happen, of course.

You men, don't just stand there. Find that stage hand up on the fly.

Get rid of this thing. I want to get on with this play. Not today, old boy.

I think Miss Hearns has had quite an upper a bit. A breaker?

That accidents do not occur in America.

Yes, perhaps a fresh start.

Of course, of course. What does another delay matter? Send the cast home. We

will start our first complete rehearsal at nine o 'clock in the morning. He

wants to go home. Thank you, sir.

How very nice of you to be so kind to me. Good night. Good night. You're very

welcome. I'm glad you've suffered. I'm all right.

Good night. Good night, my dear. Good night.

Do you think you would be up to a little quiet supper this evening?

Oh, how lovely. I would be most delighted.

Good. I'll pick you up at your hotel at seven.

I am sorry, Sir Terrence, but Miss Terrence is dining with me. We have

to discuss, contracts and that.

Oh, well, there you are.

I'm so sorry.

Another time.

But of course, Sir Terrence.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Do you think it was nice, isn't it?

Oh, you must be joking.

That robocop cleans through with a knife. The killer's right here in the

theatre.

Oh.

Oh, so.

Look, I've got to check with Waverley. I'll drop you off at the hotel, but

you've got to promise to stay there until I get in touch with you.

Or you'll be a fat load of news to anyone dead.

I promise to stay put.

All right, I'm coming. I'm coming!

Allo? Hello, love, it's me.

I hope you weren't asleep.

Of course I wasn't asleep. You'd asked me to wait up for you, didn't you? Yes.

Did you see Waverley?

What?

Yes, I did.

Well, what did he say? I can't tell you over the phone. Can you meet me at the

theatre? The theatre?

Oh, Mark, come on. It's late. I'm tired.

It's very urgent, love, really.

All right, then.

In 20 minutes, all right?

Please hurry.

Mark.

Look, sir, you know the danger she's involved in, the killers in the theater.

I can imagine the danger, all right.

I want you to listen to this tape.

It was made by our agent in Istanbul just before he was killed.

The Turkish police sent it by third class military to our headquarters in

York. It only arrived this morning.

Open channel D.

Urgent. Professor Rotner has proved... that sunspots can be amplified, totally

disrupting every form of radio communication and... A

machine like that has already been constructed.

And once it was turned on... Even put the communication satellite out of

But I still think we've got to get April out of there.

I can't order Miss Dancer to go on with this dangerous masquerade.

It must be her own decision.

Open Channel E, please.

You won't get much change out of her communicators, sir. It got broken when

sandbag fell on it this morning.

Oh, yes.

Get me the Savoy Regis, please.

Miss Marty Urins, please.

Room 723.

What's that?

Oh.

I see.

All right, thank you.

Miss Dancer isn't there.

The man at the desk said Miss Hurons went out a few minutes ago in response

her telephone call.

Gone out?

Where on earth could she have gone? She promised me she wouldn't leave her hotel

room. This could be pretty serious.

If Miss Dancer's fallen into a trap... I've got to find her.

I think I know where she is.

Where?

Oh dear.

So...

Mark!

Bye.

Mark?

I don't like the smell of this.

Bye.

Bye.

accident in the furnace room.

Someone should call the fire brigade.

I knew it. I knew it. I shouldn't have touched this production with a box. Oh,

never mind.

What is going on here? What's the matter?

I'd like to know myself. April?

April? Miss Hurons, are you all right? What happened?

Oh, just a slight accident.

You had one too?

Yeah, I was in the shower, then the phone rang. You, you, you. Your idea,

calling us up in the middle of a blasted night. Now, what is it that couldn't

wait till a decent hour?

My idea.

Now, what is this, a stand -up? You phoned me an hour ago, asking me to meet

here. Ah, but not for the reason you expected, eh, my love?

Oh, aren't you delicious?

I'm sorry, but I phoned no one.

You also?

I had no reason to believe it was not you.

Hello there.

Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?

Well, it seems as though everyone is here except Mr.

Tover. I saw young Greg just driving off as I came in.

Is it terribly important?

You sent for the old chap?

Certainly sounded urgent.

You have a phone, too.

I'm sorry, but it was not I.

It wasn't?

Well, it certainly sounded exactly like you.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Will you telephone by our peculiar practical joker too, my dear?

Yes. Well, if you ask me... Nobody has ducks.

Toby, darling, did anyone ever tell you that you're an absolute... The fire

brigade is on its way.

Really, Mr. Slade, calling a meeting at this time of night. I say, why aren't

the lights on in the lobby?

You're late, darling. Welcome to the group.

A rehearsal?

This hour?

Hello, Terry.

Hello, Dave. I was on my way back to the pub thinking I'd misunderstood you, Mr.

Slade. Yes. What is the joke?

Somebody has been impersonating Mr. Slate here on the telephone.

Oh, really?

Well, perhaps now that our joker's had his little laugh, we can salvage what we

can of a decent night's sleep.

Face the horror of getting this ruddy show on the road.

Splendid idea.

Unless you'd like a nightcap, Martin.

Thank you, no.

Mark, will you take me home, please?

You didn't say what brought you back to the theater.

That's right, I didn't.

Don't you understand?

We have been having fitting for the last three weeks. This is the fifth time

I've seen you. What the sickest of the masses.

First job of the month. Two, three, and Ray will put you here now, darling. Two,

two, three, and me too.

Where is that woman?

Here I am, darling.

Listen, I need another week. What do you mean you can't? Of course you can.

You'll have to try. I'll call you later.

Lovely, beautiful,

beautiful. Now, shall we start right away?

All right, all right. Yes, please. If we are quite ready to begin, darling, we

will begin with the temple dance number two in the lights. Now, remember, you

are Mata Hari, the mysterious and most glamorous woman who ever lived. Men went

wild when you danced. Now, you must make me believe that you are Mata Hari.

I'll try, darling. Good, darling. Now, one more thing. When your dance reaches

the climax, the eyes of the statue will light up. You have pleased the goddess

Kali with your dance. Now, please, stand aside. I'll show you. Watch me. Watch

me. Now, it's this. It's shene, shene, shene. Turn into the arms of the statue

for a final dramatic bit. Have you got that?

Yes. Good. Fine. Now, fix your veil. Right.

Positions, everybody, please.

Quiet. Right. And playback.

Lovely. Fine.

Kill the overheads. Where are those electricians?

Electricians, will you please stand by the board? Kill the overheads.

And now, the amber spot. Up there, fine. Now, pick her up, stay on her, and

follow her every gesture.

Amateurs.

Stand by to kill the blue. Kill the blue and change to red.

Now.

Lights, please, lights.

Give me some lights. Lights, lights. Quickly, lights.

Are you all right?

Mark,

did you get it?

Got it. Good.

Now, what is going on? Will someone kindly tell me? After all, I am only the

director. Perhaps I can explain.

Who are you?

Yes, will someone please explain what's going on? I don't know what it is, but

I'm sure it's going to cost me money.

It's going to cost somebody, Mr Brecker, a great many years in the neck.

It's been some sort of game.

Yes, you could call it that.

Most dangerous sort of game.

Come to that exit, Jackson.

Did you get the picture, Slade?

It's safe and sound.

Picture? Picture?

What picture?

Let me explain.

Somebody murdered Marta Urens by wrecking the train she was travelling

More than 30 others.

Innocent victims, all of them, died with her.

But if Marta Hurins is dead... Now I know what it's going to cost me the

show, that's all. But if Marta Hurins is dead, who is she?

That doesn't matter now.

Do you see that camera?

It's especially equipped to take photographs in total darkness.

We found the cable running to the idol this morning.

When the killer threw that switch, instead of electrifying the idol, he

this rather splendid picture of himself.

No shooting anyone. We want him alive.

You've about reached the end of your rope, Sir Tarrant.

Drop those guns against the wall.

Do it!

But a man can only be gassed once, can't he, my dear?

Can't he?

And you won't be around to close over how you tricked me. I'm very sorry, my

dear.

Pretty nifty with that shooter, love.

Terence is quite mad, of course.

How'd they talk?

Dabbled his full head off.

Found the machine?

Yes. Had our people check it out.

Old thing's a lot of gibberish.

Couldn't possibly have worked at all.

There's a bit of terrible irony for you.

Sir Terence keeps insane dream of power.

Was just a dream.

He killed for nothing.

And he gave himself away for nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Exhibit A.

That. Yes, that.

Yes, it would be a pity if Mr. Slade had to earn a living as a photographer.