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Audiences love a good murder, but we have to get it right.

Now come on, Adam, take it from the same place.

You can scream all you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh dear god, sir.

No, sir.

Don't you be murdering a poor Irish girl, sir, as never did

you no harm.

And the last sound, you will hear, Kitty o'Connor--

you, who was so good at listening at doors and hearing

what you were never intended to hear, will be-- bang!

Pretty good, eh?

Do you think you could take just a pace towards

her before you shoot?

Yes, ok.

All right.

I'll try it.

Shall I get up now?

Sorry, Jenny.

Yes, of course, my sweet.

They're not very good, are they?

That girl.

What's her name, Jenny?

She doesn't seem to have any idea about how

to get into a character.

Would it be possible to have a real gun for rehearsal?

Don't see why not, my darling.

Nick, can we have the gun?

Sure.

I'll get it from Queenie.

Of course, they only do one a year.

Like father Christmas.

We always did two.

Who did?

The cads.

The coppers amateur dramatic society.

And a Christmas show.

Hi.

Know your lines yet?

Oh, don't.

How do people learn all this stuff?

I'll go over your part with you this evening

if you like, Charles.

Thanks.

Haven't done anything like this since the school play.

Don't say that.

I told Frank you were very experienced.

Now, where's Charles?

We'll do your entrance now, Charles, if you can tear

yourself away from your auntie.

Sorry.

Seems like a nice boy. I thought he was your cousin.

Oh, yes, he is. He just calls me auntie.

A brand snatched from the burning.

He went to pieces after his father died.

Drugs and everything.

He's just qualified as a doctor.

A few weeks ago.

His mother must be thrilled.

Oh, yes, she is.

I've never seen or heard Charlotte so happy.

I've come to see lady Elsemere.

I don't care how upset she is.

You don't need me for a minute, darling, do you?

Where are you going?

I said I'd go and see Queenie about my costume.

Did you phone the kids this morning?

Oh, darling, you do fuss.

They'll be perfectly all right.

Don't be too long, then.

You're not the regular gardener here, are you?

Uh, no.

We were brought in to, uh, do the outdoor theater.

How long have you been here?

Two days.

Why?

How much are the Bakers paying you, may I ask?

No, you may not ask.

If you want to know that sort of thing, you'd better

ask Mr. Baker.

That's exactly what I intend to do.

Two days, you said?

How's it going down there?

Oh, pretty chaotic.

Can't be as bad as last year.

Well, hello, Nick.

Oh, hello, Geraldine.

You're not going to shoot me, are you?

No.

I've got to get this down to the--

only, the way you've been avoiding me--

no, no, I haven't.

I've just--

we got on so well last year.

You're in the room next to ours again, aren't you?

Look, I think Frank, you know, suspects something.

Oh, darling.

By the time Frank's had his bottle of burgundy at dinner,

and his three brandies afterwards,

he's out like a light.

Anyway, he's convinced I'm having it off with Victor.

Where were you at precisely 11:00 last night?

I couldn't say precisely, sir.

I was asleep by 10:00.

Nothing woke you?

Oh, nothing wakes Kitty o'Connor, sir, once her head

touches the pillow.

What about broccoli?

Well, we've run out of credit at the green grocer's.

Bastards!

Look, we've just got to get through this, Sharon.

We can pay him next week.

And the week after that, we've got the big wedding.

Mr. Baker.

Oh, look, don't start.

I know the theater's not ready.

Well, why isn't it?

Well, we've only got a few bits and

pieces to do, Mr. Channing.

Bits and pieces.

I gave you the money for this last year.

One of the gardeners has just told me they've only been here

for two days.

Yeah, well, we were lucky to get them.

We had to wait!

They're ever so brilliant.

Well, they don't strike me as being particularly brilliant.

If that theater isn't finished by opening night to my

complete satisfaction, I want my money back.

Every penny.

Get off it.

Go on.

Mr. Channing!

Who's that fellow?

Victor Channing.

You've heard of Channing homes, houses for the

discerning client?

No.

Well, that's him.

Jumped up...

He's stagestruck, too.

He puts the money up for this amgem lot to come

here every year.

My, should splash out on charm school first.

Now he's married his secretary, and he wants to

make her a star.

Jenny was his secretary?

Oh yeah.

All right.

Well, anyway, listen.

The thing is, we need some money for the plants.

You can scream all you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh dear god, sir.

No, sir.

Don't you be murdering a poor Irish girl, sir, as never did

you no harm.

And the last sound you will hear, Kitty o'Connor, you, who

was so good at listening at doors and hearing what you

were never intended to hear will be--

I think we ought to get some blanks for rehearsals.

I mean, Jenny and I should get used to the

bang, shouldn't we?

Yes, all right.

We'll break for lunch now.

Back at 2:00, please, everybody.

We'll start at the top of act two.

Going into...

If you need anything.

I don't think so, thanks.

Are you having lunch?

I'll get a sandwich.

Sharon, you knew it had to be done before we got here.

I know, Mr. Channing.

What were we to--

there was going to be an opening ceremony before

rehearsal started, even.

Oh, how lovely.

Oh, we could get some notices put up.

This way to the Victor Channing open air theater.

Victor!

I've gotta go.

My wife's calling me.

You all right, Adam?

You don't seem your normal cheery self.

Oh, me?

Unfortunate...

I am the very button.

It's great to be playing a villain this year, too.

I was really fed up with all those "anyone

for tennis?" parts.

Mr. Baker said he wouldn't give us any more

money for plants.

What?

He asked me to send him an invoice.

Do you get the feeling they're a little strapped for cash?

Not half as strapped as we are.

Blank cartridges.

Thanks, Nick.

You, um--

you haven't seen my wife anywhere, have you?

No.

No, I haven't.

I'd better go and find her.

She knows we've broken for lunch.

I'll put these in our room with the gun.

Oh, Queenie.

Uh, you haven't seen Geraldine anywhere, have you?

No.

Wasn't she coming to see you about her costume?

No.

I haven't seen her since breakfast.

What were you doing with woman anyway?

I wasn't doing anything with her, darling.

Don't start all that again.

All right, everybody, settle down.

Now, before we go back to the start of act two, I'm just

going to run the killing of Kitty o'Connor again, to keep

Adam and Jenny happy, so's they would be frightened of

the nasty bangs.

Thanks, Frank.

Just take it from "you can scream all you like", right.

You can scream all you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh, dear god, sir.

No, sir.

Don't you be murdering a poor Irish girl, sir, as never did

you no harm.

And the last sound you will hear, Kitty o'Connor, you who

was so good at listening at doors and hearing what you

were never intended to hear will be--

I thought we were going to get some blanks.

We did.

Don't do that!

No, no, the cylinder's slipping.

It's not--

Just as well I've brought my bag with me.

How can something like this happen?

Blank cartridges are dangerous.

The packing can come out at a tremendous velocity.

Really?

What a bloody fool.

It could have been Jenny who was killed.

Will you please stop talking about it?

Sorry, darling.

Just try to relax now.

You'll probably feel a bit sleepy.

Poor Adam.

Oh, Queenie, darling.

It was an accident.

Just an--

an awful accident.

It wasn't.

It was my fault, it was completely my fault,

and now he's dead.

Oh, darling.

Nick went to get the blanks from Queenie Allardyce,

and gave them to me in here at lunch.

I took them straight up to my room.

I--

I loaded the gun with the blanks, and left it there

until we needed it.

Did you lock the door after you?

Yes, of course.

And the key was in my pocket the whole time.

It's still there.

Look.

What made you load the gun with the blanks at that time?

I don't know, really.

Just somewhere to put them.

Also, I suppose I wanted to make sure they fitted.

Then, after lunch, you collected the gun from your

room, still locked?

Yes.

And handed it to Mr. Dinmont?

Yes.

Did you check it first?

No, not really.

Not exactly.

I mean--

I mean, I looked at it.

I could see the cartridges in the cylinder.

I suppose it would surprise you to know that this gun is

loaded with live ammunition?

Live ammunition.

Live ammunition?

Yes, so one of the policemen told me.

They don't think it was an accident.

Oh, dear.

That is not good for Charles.

It's not too good for Adam, either.

No, no, er--

Charles found his father's body when he shot himself.

His father shot himself?

Yes.

Some big conglomerate took over the business for next to

nothing, and, uh--

and ruined him.

What I'd like is for you to show me exactly what happened.

Well, I--

I was standing about here.

And Mr. Dinmont?

Adam was on the stage.

Show me exactly.

You be Mr. Dinmont.

Well, I--

it's difficult without Jenny.

I could stand in for her, if you like.

I've seen most of the rehearsals, so I know it

pretty well.

Oh, well, thank you, Mrs. Thyme.

It's all right.

I've had a certain amount of experience.

I'm down stage right, aren't I?

Exactly, yes.

Show me.

Just pretend the gun for now.

You can scream all you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh, dear god, sir!

No, sir!

Don't you be murderin' a poor Irish girl, sir, that never

did you no harm!

And then Adam pulled the trigger to shoot Kitty.

But nothing happened at first.

What more can I tell you, Inspector?

You all right, Charles?

I'm fine.

It's been a bit of a shock.

Aunt Rosemary, I'm fine.

You know we're all very proud of you.

Very proud of the way you got back on your feet after all

you've been through.

I couldn't have done it without you and mom.

No, no.

You could.

It would just take a bit longer, that's all.

I wouldn't stand a chance with both of you on my case.

Yes, well, we all know the old adage, don't we?

The show must go on.

I don't think I can do it.

Of course you can, darling.

We're relying on you.

You've only got a cough and a spit as lady Elsemere anyway.

It's what Adam would have wanted.

I mean, what was he doing anyway?

What an ass.

I suppose I could play major Calloway.

But what about Kitty o'Connor?

I've got an idea about that.

If Jenny isn't well enough, that is.

Ah, Victor.

How's Jenny?

The police think someone was trying to kill Jenny.

All right.

So drags those up to his room before lunch

and loads the gun.

That makes him prime suspect, I suppose.

I suppose so.

I think Frank was quite impressed, don't you?

I mean, you know him better than I do.

Was he impressed?

How should I know?

Of course, somebody could have gone in afterwards, and

substituted real bullets for the blanks.

See, there's a lot of humor in that p and Jenny just wasn't

getting it.

But he says he locked the room, and then

everyone was at lunch.

And then he went back immediately after

lunch and got it.

I could wear a wig. What do you think?

I just see a mass of black curls.

What do you think? Could I wear a wig?

Oh, do shut up, Laura.

Sorry.

Look, Frank hasn't asked you to play this part, and even if

he did, you haven't the time.

So will you concentrate?

Who wasn't at lunch?

The only one we didn't see was Charles.

Ah, well, he was in...

And Geraldine?

Geraldine wasn't at lunch.

No.

You see, the Irish accent wouldn't be a problem, because

I already played Susan Brady in Playboy

of the Western World.

What about one of the staff?

Motive?

I can't believe it was Frank.

Mrs. Channing?

Jenny?

I've got to get away from here.

I knew something awful was going to happen.

I've got to get away.

He loves me.

I know he does.

Oh, I'm sure he does.

It just came out of the blue, though.

I mean, Mrs. Channing only died in the April, and then he

asked me to marry him three months later.

Out of the blue.

I'd always admired him, but people think it's just about

the money, don't they?

I'm sure they don't.

I didn't know what to say.

I mean, I knew he'd been having an affair with another

woman for years, so I assumed if he married

anyone, it would be her.

But here he was proposing to me.

So I said yes.

I really pleaded with him not to make me come this year.

I dreaded meeting her.

He just poo pooed it, of course.

I don't even like amateur dramatics.

I wanted to go to Amalfi.

You still could.

I know you've had a terrible shock.

I don't think you're well enough.

You dreaded meeting who?

Well, Queenie.

She's--

Queenie?

Queenie Allardyce, she's the other woman?

How many pass keys are there to guest rooms?

Pass keys.

Um, well, just four.

My husband and I each have one, and there's one in the

drawer of the reception desk for the chambermaids.

Oh, and I gave one to Mrs. Allardyce.

She's here with the theatricals.

Show me.

So tell me, Mrs. Baker.

Who was Manning the desk here this morning,

up to and including lunchtime?

Well, we don't have a regular receptionist at the moment, so

whoever's sort of available just does the job.

Ok.

Thank you.

Got the super on the phone, sir.

Let me get this straight.

Victor was having an affair with Queenie.

Right.

Then Victor's first wife dies, and he proposes to

Jenny, who is his secretary.

And Queenie has a breakdown.

But I don't think Queenie is a murderer.

I've heard of murders committed for less.

Jenny was very confused.

We wondered if it was the drugs you gave her.

Could be, I suppose.

But unlikely.

I just gave her five milligrams of diazapam.

Can I join you for a moment?

Oh, hello, Frank.

Yes, of course.

Sit down.

Thank you.

48 hours to opening night.

Oh, don't.

I talked to Jenny, and she is absolutely adamant.

She will not go on with the play.

Oh, how awful.

What are you going to do?

No.

The question is, what are you going to do?

Me?

You mean--

oh, I never dreamed!

You're gonna leave me to do all the work.

No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I do.

You're going to swan around being theatrical, and I'm

going to break my back trying to get the bloody theater

finished in time.

No, no.

It's not like that.

Look, I'll give you all the help I can.

You known I will.

It's just that--

the show must go on.

Why?

Why do they say that?

Why must the show go on?

From what I've seen so far, it would be a great benefit to

all concerned if they all went home and sorted out

their stupid lives.

I have never in my life seen anything so--

Who's that?

I don't know.

Probably one of your bloody theatricals.

Yes?

What?

Look, I'm sorry to trouble you so late.

Can I come in for a minute?

Come in, Nick.

I don't know what we can tell you.

We're hardly involved.

Well, that's it.

You see, the point is, everyone's saying that Adam

getting killed was just an accident.

That the bullet was intended for Jenny.

Well, it does look like that.

Well, I'm not so sure.

Adam's been in a state ever since last year.

Why was he in a state?

When we were here last time, he had an affair

with one of the cast.

- Which one? - Oh, he'd never say.

They must have been pretty discreet.

But he was in a terrible state, and it got worse before

you came here this year.

Used to walk the streets all night.

Well, he always seemed very cheerful.

Oh, he could do that.

I wonder who Adam could have been having an affair with.

Eh?

Would you stop thinking about that bloody play?

I wasn't!

I said, I wonder who Adam could have been

having an affair with.

Ooh, Geraldine, Jenny, Frank.

No.

It couldn't have been suicide, I suppose, as a demonstration

of his despair.

What, you mean doing all that peering down the barrel and

things, just to-- to make it look like an accident?

What's the point of that?

No, I suppose not.

Laura.

I told you I never wanted to see you again, Mrs. Calloway.

Things have changed, Monty.

Bang.

They haven't got a new gun yet.

You're the wronged woman in this scene, darling.

Well, I -- that's what I was doing, wasn't I?

Do I get up, or do I just lie here all night like an idiot?

You can lie there as whatever comes most

naturally to you, Victor.

God, that's it.

What is?

I knew there was something not right about that gun,

I just couldn't think what--

listen.

When they went to lunch, Frank said that they'd be doing the

beginning of act two afterwards.

Did he?

But when they came back, he changed his mind, and they

went over the killing of Kitty o'Connor again.

Now, that is in act three.

So?

So this is act two.

Whoever took out the blanks and substituted them with the

real bullets wasn't expecting the gun to be used on Jenny,

they were expecting this.

The shooting of lord Elsemere to be next.

Victor was the intended victim.

You just remember, I pay for all this!

So, all we've got to do is work out who's got the motive

for killing Victor.

Well, it's Geraldine, isn't it?

No, no, no.

No?

Well, she pulls the trigger when she kills lord Thingy.

Yeah.

That'd be a bit obvious, wouldn't it?

No, besides, whoever changed the bullets didn't know that

in the theater, you never point a gun directly at

another actor.

Even if it's full of blanks, it's just too dangerous.

Well, what about Teddy Baker?

Or his wife?

If they owe Victor money they can't pay up.

What about Jenny?

Young wife, due to inherit all the dosh?

Or Frank?

He thinks Victor's having an affair with his wife.

I think we ought to tell the police about this, don't you?

Oh, yes, absolutely.

If they know that Victor Channing's the intended

victim, they'll give him a handle on the case.

We ought to have a word with Victor himself.

Give the poor chap a bit of warning.

Oh, there's Charles, talking to Sharon Baker.

Where?

Charles!

No need to ask what you're doing here.

Hi, Laura.

No, Nick asked me to buy some prop wine.

They use real wine?

Apparently.

Why were you telling off Mrs. Baker?

My laundry.

Service in the hotel's really bad.

Listen, I've got to get on.

See you later.

See you on the green.

What are you talking about?

Oh, sorry.

It's theater talk.

You know, one slips back into it so easily.

I asked you to do one little thing.

Just keep Channing off my back!

I've done my best!

I don't know what I'm supposed to do!

Everything we've worked for is just about to go down the

swanny and you don't know what you're supposed to do?

Deal with Channing, that's all!

Um, excuse me.

Um, Laura and I were wondering if you had some kind of a big

trolley that we could transport some

plants and things in?

Will I be after getting you anything, lady Elsemere?

No, thank you, Kitty.

Oh, will I be getting out the claret and some

glasses, lady Elsemere?

Lord Elsemere will be needing something

after his long journey.

Oh, er, Mr. Channing?

Lord Elsemere must on no account be given alcohol in

the future.

The doctor has expressly forbidden it.

The poor soul.

No, that's ridiculous.

Who would want to kill me?

You haven't an enemy in the world?

Oh, you make enemies.

In business, you're bound to make enemies, but--

there is someone who owes me money.

I suppose they might think if I was out of the way--

What about, um, somebody you might have had a

relationship with?

You mean sex?

Somebody in the play?

You mean Queenie?

Queenie!

Queenie, a murderer.

That's a ripe one.

Right.

Frank, I'm, um, not quite clear about

Kitty's motivation here.

Frank, can I borrow Laura for 10 minutes?

I need a costume fitting.

Yes, of course.

By all means.

See, it says--

very good, Laura.

Oh, thank you.

Laura?

You haven't unloaded the plants!

Oh, sorry, darling.

I've just got to go for a fitting.

He's a nice man, Victor, isn't he?

Victor?

He's all right.

Bit of a ladies' man, I've heard.

And who told you that?

Did they also tell you I had an affair with him?

No, really?

Come off it, Laura.

And that I dumped him?

He didn't dump you?

No.

I behaved quite badly, I'm afraid.

Really?

So he went and married Jenny.

I see.

They said you had a breakdown.

Went to hospital.

Oh, I did go to hospital.

Fibroids.

Well-- when did--

when did you dump him?

I met someone else.

Adam.

Adam?

Adam Dinmont?

It was lovely at first.

Exciting, you know.

But he was 20 years younger than me, and when it comes

right down to it, we had nothing

whatsoever to talk about.

No, I know what you mean.

So I dumped him too.

Sounds awful, doesn't it?

No, no.

I bet he was upset.

Oh, don't.

So you're saying Queenie had no motive?

None at all.

She dumped Victor. Victor didn't dump her.

But she's the only one with a pass key.

She's the only one that could've got into the room and

changed the cartridges.

But why would she?

I'm surprised you get time for billiards.

All your women you have to attend to.

I've got to go to bed.

Oh, Charles.

I'm sorry, are we boring you?

No.

No, not at all.

But we've got a big day tomorrow.

Dress rehearsal at 10:00, and then the first matinee.

Is Charlotte coming?

Mom.

No.

Oh, shame.

I'd like to have seen her.

It's bad enough being shamed in front of you.

I'm not having my whole family here.

Night.

You must all be so proud of him.

Oh, we used to get on well when he was a teenager.

What do you mean, go to bed?

We're playing a game of billiards, aren't we?

Oh, shut up, Frank, you're drunk.

Just keep your hands off my bloody wife!

I haven't touched your wife!

I've seen you looking at her bloody leg!

Don't know what you're talking about!

You think you own everybody, don't you?

Get off me, you madman--

oh, find Geraldine.

I'll go and get Charles.

Geraldine!

Geraldine!

What are you shouting about?

Sorry, wrong door.

What do you want?

Sorry.

Um, it's your husband.

He's been hurt.

Hurt?

Oh my god.

Oh, Charles.

I'm sorry.

Can you come and have a look at Frank?

He's in the billiard room.

Frank?

Yes.

He's been hurt.

All right.

He's been hit over the head by Victor.

You're just a thug!

That's what you are, a thug!

How is he?

He'll be all right.

Can someone get some ice?

I'll get it.

Charles wants some ice.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

It doesn't make any sense.

It doesn't make any bloody sense at all.

No, none at all.

Now I've got to go through all this, I suppose.

I'll deck him.

I swear I will.

If he starts saying I did it--

oh, he won't.

I'm sure he won't.

And this lot, they're just going on rehearsing they're

stupid play as if nothing had happened!

Well, I suppose they don't know what else to do.

I mean, they've got an audience

arriving this afternoon.

- Mr. Baker. - Oh no. Don't start, mate.

I just wanted to ask you.

Um, Mrs. Baker telephoned yesterday afternoon.

What about?

I thought you could tell me that.

She said she got something to tell me.

Something important.

But she couldn't tell me what.

Not on the telephone.

You any idea?

I didn't know she called you at all.

Let's go inside, shall we?

Apparently Dorothea invited him.

Dorothea did?

What business has Dorothea to invite people to our house?

What was Sharon doing ringing the DI about that was so

important?

I don't know.

Could have been why she was killed.

What, do you think she knew something incriminating about

the murderer?

And that he knew she was going to tell?

Seems likely.

Laura.

What?

Look, I'm on in a minute.

It's all right, it's all right.

I'm just worried about Charles.

Charles?

Why?

I found a hypodermic in his room.

And you know I told you he used to--

oh dear.

Drugs, yes.

Um, um, should you ring his mother?

No.

Charlotte's been through enough already.

Maybe you should ring your mother, see what she says.

Laura!

What are you doing over there?

You're on!

So sorry!

Sorry.

Idiot!

For heaven's sake!

Come on, Kitty.

Get the bottle opener, girl.

Sure and I am afraid of breaking

the cork, lord Elsemere.

Throw me up the cable, will you?

Will you be quiet, please?

The first performance is in less than two hours!

We're not going to get through to the end

of the dress rehearsal!

Sorry, darlings.

Start again.

Never be frightened of opening a bottle, Kitty.

That's what my old father used to say!

Lady Elsemere said you weren't to have any, sir!

Quack talk, Kitty!

Take my advice.

Never listen to doctors.

Oh!

Isn't it awful?

Oh, yes.

That poor Mrs. Baker.

And she was such a lovely person, too.

What's even more awful is that I feel almost relieved.

Relieved?

Why relieved?

Well, everybody was saying that Adam being killed like

that was a sort of accident.

The person they really meant to kill was Victor.

Victor.

And now, they'll see it wasn't Victor at all.

Well.

And I couldn't understand it anyway.

Victor hasn't got any enemies.

But he said to me, you're bound to

make enemies in business.

But not real enemies.

I mean, there's a couple of people that want him off the

board at Iblex.

But they wouldn't kill him.

Iblex?

Isn't-- isn't his company Channing homes?

No, Iblex is the holding company.

It owns all the others--

Channing homes, Channing construction.

Well, I've, uh--

I've got to get on.

Wish me luck.

Aren't you coming to see the play?

Of course, of course.

I'm looking forward to it.

I'm really sorry I left everything to you, Rosemary.

That's ok.

I got it all done.

Well, I'd better go.

Gotta get my makeup on.

break a leg.

That's, uh, theatrical talk.

I knew you'd soon pick it up.

Laura, ...

... Grange.

No, sir.

Lord Elsemere hasn't home yet, so he hasn't.

No, sir.

We're expecting him any moment now, sir.

Oh, mom, it's me, Rosemary.

Uh, yes, I'm fine.

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Um, look.

Uh, I'm a little worried about Charles.

I found a hypodermic in his room.

It was just lying there on the desk.

I never touched the blasted

necklace, I tell you, hyacinth!

Then how do you explain its absence?

How do you explain that you were seen coming out of lady

Elsemere's door this morning?

I don't explain it.

I don't have to explain it.

Yes, ok.

Well, I'll see you soon.

Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.

Um, there's something else I wanted to ask you.

Does the name Iblex mean anything to you?

Iblex, it's the name of a--

well, why should I remember?

Oh my god.

You know, I thought I'd heard it before.

Oh my god.

I've got--

I've got to ring you back.

Will I be after getting you anything, lady Elsemere?

No.

Thank you, Kitty.

Will I be getting out the claret and some

glasses, your ladyship?

Lord Elsemere will be needing something

after his long journey.

Charles?

Lord Elsemere must not take alcohol in the future.

His doctor has forbidden it.

Oh, the poor soul.

Come on, Kitty.

Get the bottle open, old girl!

Sure and I'm frightened of breaking

the cork, lord Elsemere.

Never be frightened of opening a bottle, Kitty.

That's what my old father used to say.

No, no.

Quick.

Quickly!

Lady Elsemere said you weren't to have any, sir!

Quack talk, Kitty!

Take my advice.

Never listen to doctors.

No!

Don't drink it!

What's going on?

Don't!

Don't drink it!

No!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

It's full of poison!

Get off me!

Don't think you've got away with it, Channing!

Don't ever relax your guard!

I've waited 15 years, I can wait another 15!

Charles?

Charles?

You don't understand anything, do you?

I do understand.

I do understand!

Why did you stop me?

You're just as bad as the rest of them.

When I saw the broken off needle sticking out of the

cork, I realized--

that he'd used it to inject poison into the bottle.

But why was it in the bin?

Probably an unsuccessful attempt.

He's not denying anything.

The difficulty is stopping him talking.

So why did he kill Sharon Baker?

He overheard her on the phone to me.

He knew that Mrs. Baker was going to tell me that she'd

caught him putting a pass key back in her desk.

I'd better get him down to the station and charge him.

I should have remembered the name Iblex.

So that was the company that took over Charles' father's

business and ruined him.

Must have been terrible for Charles, finding his father

after he killed himself.

We all thought that he'd come to terms with it.

Poor Charlotte.

Oh, and I've got to go and ring mom back.

Oh, god.

There's nothing sadder than an empty theater.

Oh, do shut up, Laura.

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