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Ghostly. Ma, don't sneak up on me like that. This is just ghostly.

What is?

Well, all of it, obviously.

It's fun, Ma. Come on, darling child.

This is the precise opposite of fun.

Industry.

aristocracy and the blessed foreign office all in our house at the same time

should never agree to it it was your suggestion and it does not return to

our house until the end of the agreement you struck with the king good evening

uh look there they are what do you think ladies

Marvelous. A superb idea of yours, Lady Caterham, bringing us all together.

Ma was just saying how much he adores all these masks. Oh, yes.

Adore.

Will you be joining us for bridge?

Oh, I fear not, Lady Caterham. Oh, why?

It was devised by an American.

On a boat.

Have you seen John Lomax?

See, the whole point of this evening is for the United to talk.

Is Foreign Office, my steel factories, in perfect union for a top -secret

project?

Oswald, it's not a secret if you keep telling everyone. No, dear, quite right,

dear. Whoa, whoa.

Thank you.

Tread well.

Come on, dear.

Did they just thank you for it as well?

I'm afraid so, my lady.

Almost never thanks staff, one of all.

Where would it end?

What do we think this top secret project is that they're talking about?

Well, if I learned one thing from your dear departed father, it was this.

It doesn't do to ask too many questions.

And that marries the difference between you and I?

Lady Vincent, you look startling.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. We're in a hurry.

Ronnie Devereux.

Bundle, you spotted us there. How could I miss you both in those masks?

How's life in the India office?

Still full of people not entirely sure where India is.

Bill Eversley, I know it's you under there. Hello, Bundle.

Why are so many of you wearing the same mask?

It's a foreign office agreement, all the chaps that work in government.

And why are you both hiding clocks under your jackets?

Jerry Wade has made it down before noon all week for breakfast.

So we thought we'd fix that.

The mum's the word. I hope you're not both being mean to poor Jerry.

You wouldn't call him poor Jerry if you had to work with him. Can we please put

these in place before anyone else spots us?

On with your jade, you boy.

Isn't she just it?

Come on.

Hello, sock. Oh, hello, bundle.

Gosh, you startled me.

Oh, your approach was so very subtle.

Um, did you see Ronnie and Bill just now? I did. They are up to something

subtle.

Do you see him?

Shall we wait?

I would recognize that face anywhere.

Lady Eileen.

Dr. Glendon, you weren't... Oh, good Lord.

Next two this year.

I was hoping I'd find a moment with you.

What sort of a moment would that be?

You know, they...

Put me in your bedroom while I'm here.

While Ma and I plummet from the garden house.

I hope you're enjoying it.

You look absolutely radiant tonight, Bumble.

As do you.

Tommy always said you were born in a dinner jacket.

I do miss your brother on nights like these.

I miss him far more often than that.

You'd be tickled pink seeing how you turned out.

I hope so.

I know so.

Ask me to dinner.

You never did stand on ceremony, did you? Mm -mm. Mm -mm.

Life is far too short.

We've all learned that the hard way.

Mm. Mm.

Lady Eileen?

Mm. Would you do me the great honour of allowing me to take you to dinner?

Why, Jeremy Wade, what a surprise.

When?

Tuesday next.

I suppose I could.

It's been by just before six.

That would be perfect.

Remind me, how do you feel about questions?

If I were to have one to put to you on Tuesday.

What sort of a question?

Perhaps the sort that one might hope would be answered in the affirmative.

Gerry Wade, are you...? Wade!

Wade, what on earth are you doing?

Lady Eileen, you of course remember the Right Honourable George Lomax, Under

-Secretary for the Foreign Office.

George?

Lady Eileen?

I do apologise.

You've grown up.

Mr Lomax, I trust you're enjoying Sir Oswald's party?

Oh, absolutely. But, of course, it wouldn't be the same without this

house.

I expressly instructed you to stay at the side of Lady Coote for the entire

evening. She must be watered, she must be fed, she must be charmed at all

In order for me to cement my bond with Sir Oswald, you are ignoring your task.

We need happy coats.

Of course, Mr Lammert.

Do excuse me, Lady Eileen. Duty calls.

Good luck, Mr Wade.

I very much look forward to hearing your question on Tuesday.

As I look forward to hearing your answer.

Lady Eileen, charmed.

You. You. Or do any of the lady coats tomorrow.

Anything.

And I'm dummy, is that right?

Always.

That's a joke.

These gentlemen enjoy reminding me, Lady Coot, that I didn't quite make the

grade for the single servants.

However, I remain a very valued party -goer, and my child's been as considered

second to none.

The talk of all the best houses.

Isn't that right, Lady Eileen?

Absolutely, Jimmy.

We shall expect a display.

As you know, my natural modesty would normally forbid, but for you, but

absolutely.

Lady Coot, I do believe that sort of thing may be ever so slightly frowned

Not by me.

The last person who called me a cheat regretted it for the rest of their days.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Everyone does their own battle.

You have to be quite so loud, Sessager.

Feeling a little worth the wear?

What about you, Bill?

I don't believe that.

Just then, dry toast and liver salt. I took the liberty of having some

sir. Oh, good Lord.

Youth.

Good morning, everybody.

A few thick heads in here.

Good morning, Scott.

Morning boys. Morning. Morning.

That dreadful noise.

Oh.

Lady Eileen.

Lady Caterham.

Good morning. That, Lady Cute, is the sound of Jerry Wade proving he will

through anything.

Ah, well, as the point is now proven.

Treadwell, can you attend to that infernal racket?

Immediately, Your Ladyship.

Mr. Wade?

What is Treadwell doing up there?

Fine.

I will tend to his blasted alarms myself.

I'm holding E .T. responsible.

That is the way, Treadwell. Lady, I... Treadwell, do you mind?

Edward, shut them off.

This must have been quite a shock, Lady Eileen.

May I ask, were any of you aware he took a draught to help him sleep?

No, that doesn't make any sense.

He was tamping sleep by going back here. That was the whole point in your prank.

It's possible, Lady Eileen, that Mr Wade's excellent sleeping was the result

sleeping draughts.

What? Butterfingers. Apologies.

That could have been unfortunate.

They're checklists to make sure.

Sorry.

Sorry.

It's not valuable, is it?

You're not listening to me.

If he didn't use them, why would he? He fought it for some bundle.

He wouldn't be the only chap who saw enough to keep him awake at night.

No, in Tommy's letters from the front, he'd always joke that even the loudest

explosion couldn't wake Jerry.

The question is, was this a terrible accident?

Alcohol and medication are never a happy mix.

Or, forgive me, Lady Eileen, deliberately self -inflicted.

Then he killed himself.

Because that's not the Jerry Wade I know.

Em, he... He has been under rather a lot of pressure at work.

Gerry reports to Lomax, and Lomax was very agitated about entering last night,

went off successfully.

It's fair to say that Gerry hadn't been... ..quite himself recently,

with all the pressure.

Don't you think?

I don't know.

Bill, you...

Work more closely with him.

Well, an inquest will establish the facts.

We'll have the body taken away shortly.

Thank you for attending so swiftly, Doctor.

Treadwell will show you out.

It's very tragic.

Tragic business.

Um, apologies again about the gloss.

Um, yeah, I'm all done, I think.

Because I've done the bed, done the bedside, did the bottle, did the

doors.

I suppose I could have a bash at the wardrobes or the windows, if you like.

What do you think?

You have done this before.

Well, that's funny you should ask that. No, no, I haven't.

No, usually they send old deacons, but he's away in Eastbourne. He goes every

year, him and his wife.

I mean, what are the chances of that?

It's rare that we get one of these.

Yeah. So they finally let me off the leash.

Flying solo.

It's quite exciting.

I mean... It's very tragic.

Erm... I'll finish up.

Take his own life.

He was making plans for next week. How do you know that? Because they were

with me.

I can't bundle. I know it's awful to cut to the plate, but Bill's right. He's

been rather burdened by the work reason.

Why are there so many clocks on the monthly?

I thought you hid them.

Did you two do that?

What do you want now, Trevor?

The coots, Lady Eileen. They appear to be departing.

Recipitously.

Lady Caterham requests your assistance.

There you are. Jimmy, do you have to be such a glumping elephant?

Is it true about Jerry Wade?

Yes.

Good Lord.

Are you all right?

Someone said you found him.

I don't think any of us are fine, Buntle.

He was the absolute best of us.

He really was.

Make them hurry, Oswald, before that ghastly woman appears. Oh, come on,

Bateman. There's no time to be dilly -dallying around.

Oh, no. Ah, good.

Flying the nest early, I understand.

Lady Caterham.

Yes.

My wife is much affected by this tragic event.

Tragic. Humbug.

I beg your pardon.

I find they soothe in times of difficulty.

Thank you, no.

Oswald.

Do you realize that we have three more days remaining on our agreement?

We are not a family prone to refund, I'm afraid.

No.

Didn't think you would be.

Foreign office, wasn't he, the lad who died?

He was a dear family friend.

All crates and cases packed, ready for departure.

I have the list.

Good Bateman. They'd excellent secretary, this lad.

Everyone should have a Bateman.

We are acquainted.

You were at school with Jerry.

And my son, Thomas.

Two years below.

On a scholarship.

Paid for by us.

Terrible business all round.

Well, I wish you swift transport and safe travels.

Coots.

Pongo.

people make my kidneys ache.

What's she call you, Bateman? Hunger?

They think they're better than us, sir.

By virtue of birth alone. Tell me, Bateman, who is forced to rent out her

decrepit house to pay the bills, and who can afford to party in this crumbling

pile and walk away?

I can access this world any time I flourish my checkbook.

See, they say you can't buy class.

but it's the cheapest most readily available purchase in the whole of

Come on.

Thank you, Bateman. Thank you, Bateman.

You must allow her her grief.

My dear Lorraine, I will be in town on Monday.

Let's talk again then.

I shouldn't have mentioned Seven Dials to you tonight.

I was so tired I could barely think.

Please forget I ever said...

What's Seven Dials mean to you, Ma? Oh,

I can't keep up with all these new drinks.

I was thinking more of an object or a place, perhaps.

Oh, the slums.

Seven Dials?

Slum district in town, yes.

I passed through there once in error.

I was furious.

London district, really?

Not thinking of going there, are you?

Not sure.

Well, then let me be sure for you. Do not. Horrible area. Dangerous.

Why are we even talking about it?

Everyone seems to think that Jerry killed himself.

I just cannot believe that.

Wendell, I am... I'm genuinely sorry about poor Jerry.

I know how fond you were of each other.

But we can never truly know...

The contents of another person's mind.

No, but you see, I can, because he told me.

We were to have dinner on Tuesday.

I think he may have been about to propose.

Without mentioning it to me.

Why would he be arranging that if he were thinking of taking his own life?

I think he may have been killed.

That is a very serious accusation bundle.

I know.

Well, who would wish harm on such a handsome boy?

One of the guests at the party, perhaps?

Lady Coote?

He was assigned to you, Herbert.

She didn't seem very happy with him at the end of the night. My darling, we're

all unhappy.

It doesn't mean we have to break out the poison.

I'm not going to rest until I find out what happened to him, Ma.

And if I were to forbid you from embarking on such an endeavour?

And we both know I would ignore you?

You've spoken to Emily today.

Emily? Oh, the maid.

No, why would I?

I saw her talking to Lady Coote before they left. It seemed she'd been crying.

Well, Lady Coote had that effect on me too.

I'm serious.

Maids do tend towards crying.

They don't mind if you're mean to them.

You sound just like your father.

Thank you.

I can't believe Joey's gone.

Too much death.

Too much.

Fresh flowers for our darling men.

Why would we have put a clock on the lawn?

As part of your prank?

Like the clocks on the mantelpiece?

One on the lawn would hardly have woken him.

Then how did it get there?

Bundle, I swear, I have no idea.

Then how would you explain it?

I can't.

There's something you should know. Bill and I didn't leave any clocks on the

mantelpiece that night.

Hid them all around the room.

You mean someone moved them?

I assume Jerry found them when he went to bed that night.

But if he found them, why would he not switch the alarms off?

Also, we hid eight alarm clocks around his room that night, but there were only

seven arranged on the mantelpiece the following morning.

The one on the lawn must be number eight.

Someone must have been in Jerry's room.

After you left, but before we found his body.

It's possible.

It's more than possible.

We have to find the truth.

Only who would have wanted to kill Jerry?

If you have any idea, you must tell me.

The coroner's inquest is on Tuesday in Market Basing.

If they don't declare foul play, the police will drop the case and Jerry will

never get justice.

We owe it to him.

He liked you.

He respected you.

Fine, we'll go to the inquest together.

In the meantime, don't mention this to anyone else.

All right.

Look, I have to go now.

Take care of yourself, Bundle.

You've spoken to all of your men?

I have, milady.

And nobody noticed the sleeping draught bottle on Mr. Wade's bedside table at

any point during his stay? Correct.

The bedside table was always clear, ready for his morning tea.

The staff were aware from his visits over the years that Mr. Wade liked to

late every morning.

And to the best of my knowledge, it was without medicinal assistance.

And did you?

Or anybody else?

Move the alarm clock in Mr. Waith's room.

That night or first thing that morning?

Certainly not, Lady Eileen.

You're certain of that?

What a gentleman does in his own room, with however many clocks he chooses, is

his own affair.

Where might I find Emily?

Oh, a lady.

You're not in any trouble. I just want to ask you something.

I saw Lady Coote talking to you before she left.

You seemed upset.

Was it something she said?

Something you'd seen?

I don't want to speak ill of anybody.

Anything you say, we'll say between us.

Will it, though?

I've seen in other houses what happens to maids who fall out of favour.

You have my word, Emily.

I hope you know that's worth something.

I was assigned to Lady Coop when they arrived at the start of the summer.

And how was Lady Coop?

She's very demanding.

And she never says the same thing twice. Like, she'll ask you for one thing.

And then when you bring it, she says she asked you for the other. And why are

you being such an idiot?

I see.

Keep going.

Do you know how long I've been here?

Who looked after your mother when your father died?

And we'll never forget that, Emily.

Lady Coote made me feel like I was losing my marbles.

Blaming me for anything that wasn't right.

The sleeping draught bottle.

It was yours.

I wasn't sleeping.

And, um... Oh, God. I was so tired, and I just broke, and I told Lady Couture it

was costing me sleep, and she gave me the bottle and said it would help, but

that she expected me to do better. You gave it to Jerry Wade? No, of course

my lady.

I've never even passed more than two words with him, God rest his soul.

No, it was taken.

Coming here the night of the party, I came back...

And he was just gone.

So who do you think could have given it to you? Well, he couldn't have taken it.

He wouldn't be up here.

And besides, hardly anyone knew I had it.

It was ever so strong.

You were only supposed to take the tiniest amount, and, well, if he had the

whole bottle, well, no wonder he gave out.

That whole inquest was a sham.

Death by misadventure.

It's a disgrace. I hope you're happy.

Telling him about the clock would have made no difference.

It might have made him give more weight to Emily's evidence about the sleeping

giraffe that killed Jerry.

Instead, they've closed the case. Oh, Bundle, just leave it alone.

Honey, look at that man.

Which man?

Over there, staring at us.

Do you know him?

No.

What the blazes is he doing? Shall we go inside?

Why would we go inside?

You asked me to lunch.

Oh, no, that was just a ruse.

I thought you'd realise that.

Then why are we here?

Lady Coote, what a surprise.

Lady Eileen.

Mr Devereaux, I trust you're in good order. Not entirely, no.

Why didn't you inform the inquest of what you knew concerning Jerry Wade's

death? I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

The sleeping draught they found in his room was yours, not Jerry's.

You gave it to Emily.

And yet you chose not to share that information with the coroner. So because

you, the police will not investigate any further.

You will forgive me, Lady Eileen. It does none of us any good to revisit such

tragic event.

Where that poor boy got his poison and what he did with it is not my concern.

You must excuse me.

I'm not entirely sure what you're trying to achieve.

The truth?

None of this adds up.

Look. I found this letter from the writing bureau.

Jerry was writing it to his sister Lorraine.

In it, he says he never should have mentioned seven dials.

And what do you... I don't know.

But it has to be connected, doesn't it?

Seven clocks on the mantelpiece, seven dials.

Someone arranged them like that deliberately.

If we can find out what it means, we can find out who killed Jerry. The coroner

concluded death by misadventure, and that has to be an end to it. Hang the

coroner. I am not going to stop until I find out how Jerry died. He's gone.

Uncle, he's gone.

There's nothing you can do. What if it matters to you anyway?

Jerry Wade pulled my brother's body off the battlefield.

He was the closest friend my brother ever had, even in death.

He was a source of incredible comfort for both me and my family.

And he... I was more than fond of him, Ronnie.

I owe it to him.

If there is even the remotest possibility of foul play to get to the

Leave this with me.

Let me have a few discreet conversations, but please, Bundle, be

speak to about this.

Jerry wouldn't have wanted you in any danger.

Operator? Which number, please?

The gentleman I work for would be disconnected from his last call on this

number. Which number is that?

Market Basing 4141. Market Basing 4141. If you could reconnect the call with a

matter of identity, he's most distraught. Hold the line, caller. I

connection myself.

Hello, Scotland Yard?

Hello?

Ma, I need the Lagonda. I'm heading up to London.

Oh, good idea. I wouldn't mind to spin myself.

Well, come on, then.

I'm in the devil of a hurry. Oh, well, in which case I recant.

To be driven by you when you are not in a rush.

Hmm. Not horrible enough.

Um... Why are you in such a hurry?

I'm amassing information regarding Jerry's death.

Bundled no.

Absolutely not.

In my experience, people who go looking for trouble, they usually find it.

And I have no more capacity for loss.

I'm heading to London. I can't let this rest.

The thing is to do, Ma.

I'm going to Gotland Yard. Wish me luck.

I wish you to stay right here.

Right here.

Too much like you.

What is it, Fredwell?

Can a woman not have time alone with her parents?

We are in receipt of an anonymous note.

addressed to Lady Eileen the Lady.

Oh, indeed.

Well, read it out.

Your ladyship may prefer to read it herself.

No, a ladyship does not prefer. Read on, ma 'am.

Keep your nose out of seven dials, or it will be the end of you.

You've been shot.

Who did this?

Yes.

It's a movie.