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I don't know what your
problem is, Palmer.

Satan is in a really
good constitution.

I have such a strange feeling...

Not to dishonour your feeling,
but I could only attest

that Satan's bodily health
is great.

Just thank the creator,
lord mant,

that he has given you
so much beauty at hand.

Yes, Satan is a wonderful horse.

Dead!

The racetrack murders

I beg your pardon, m'lord,

but could I have a word with you?

- If it's about money, you cannot!
- No, no, it's not that.

What is it then?

Not here, m'lord. May we meet later?
Alone.

Well, if you must.
Join me in the hall in 10 minutes.

Thank you very much, m'lord.

But why cancel it?
This party was all arranged.

Just because a wretched
jockey breaks his neck.

Oh John, we've just been talking
about this morning's darned accident.

I'd be grateful if you'd talk
about it less, dear.

But we haven't had a genuine
corpse at the mansion in years.

Please, Jenny.

The ways of god are mysterious.

I say, lord John,
isn't it an awful bore

owning a famous horse like Satan?
The trouble involved.

Would you find a well-bred beautiful
woman a bore, by any chance?

If you do, you'll have
the whole family against you.

- May I have this dance?
- Yes, of course.

Will you excuse us?

Isn't he ghastly?
I suppose you had to invite him?

Oh but Jenny, he's a good rider.

And whatever people say about
the fellow's brother isn't his fault.

- Lord mant.
- Yes?

You won't mind my reminding you
of a conversation we had,

during which you hinted that as
a prominent member of our small parish...

That as the leading light of our county
you were prepared to consider

making a substantial gift
to our religious communities.

Certainly, but why don't you
come to the point?

Of course, my lord.

May I be allowed to show what
I can gladly accept as a royal gift.

- What's that?
- May I?

I'm not sure it's right
for us to have so much fun.

After all, that jockey was one
of my uncle's most trusted employees.

You're becoming terribly sentimental.
But I rather like you this way.

Please don't take offence
at this m'lord.

But, this painting,
of the Madonna,

would easily provide for
the needy faithful of my parish.

- How should I put it?
- Excuse me, m'lord.

- Yes?
- It's 9:30... your cigar.

Thank you, Irving.

My dear reverend,

it's a trifle difficult for me
to give you an answer right now.

And this painting
is bequeathed already.

On top of which,
it cost 20.000 pounds.

Pray, forgive me my indelicate
suggestion, I didn't know.

No, why should you?

Anyway, something must have
scared Satan out of his wits.

For the love of life, can't we
talk about something else!

- Oh, what, for instance.
- About you, for example.

Don't be so tactless, Satan is far
more important than I've ever been.

And I suspect you would
certainly be aware of that.

M'lord, can I have a word
with you now?

I told you, you'll have
to wait a minute.

Is he dead?

- Who is he?
- The trumpeter.

That makes 2 dead today.

Things like this only happen
among the working classes.

Even artists sometimes
live dangerously, m'lady.

Mr Trent,
will you call the police?

My friends...

Unfortunately, I must ask you
to stay until the police get here.

Lord mant, I fully appreciate just
how annoying this whole matter is,

but I'm sure you understand,

it's my duty to solve
this unpleasant mess.

- Of course I understand, sergeant.
- Inspector.

- Pardon?
- Inspector.

All right... inspector.

You said something
about wanting help?

No, I didn't, but I'm sure
it will be forthcoming.

Naturally, you may count
on my co-operation.

After all, I've been a magistrate
for the last 35 years.

You realise that, in view
of the circumstances,

I suspect every one of your guests.

You're over-reaching your
professional duties, inspector.

I know my professional duties
very well.

It may interest you, m' lord,

that your son knew
the deceased quite well.

And he and Gerald mant frequented
the same society.

And now I really must leave.

Good day.

Really!

The police today have very
little respect for anyone.

Yes, the police are comparable
in many ways to doctors.

They know how to diagnose,
but they don't know how to cure.

Well, fair lady, now you're
practically recovered.

- We can get down to some serious work.
- You've done a wonderful job on her.

Tell me frankly now, Trent.
Is Satan unbeatable?

The bookies are better informed
than we poor horse vets.

The odds are 1 to 4,
it'll cost you a packet.

Everyone is betting up
to the hilt on Satan.

He's the favourite all right,
he wins, and you shell out.

The punters can't go wrong with him.

I'd do a great deal better
if Satan didn't win.

Maybe, but who's
going to stop him?

- You.
- Me?

Yes, and very easily too,
just a little injection.

It'll be child's play for
an experienced vet like you.

- Ranova, that's an offence.
- There must be some other name for it.

10.000 pounds is a lot of money.

You better look somewhere else,
I don't deal with that sort of thing.

- Anymore, you mean.
- What are you trying to say?

Only that 10 years ago in Australia

the grand prix of Sydney
caused a nasty scandal.

The vet doped a complete outsider
to make sure it came in first.

He was well paid...

If you have any doubt
about the vet's name,

it was a certain Howard Trent.

- Who told you about this?
- Straight from the horse's mouth.

And so, 10.000 quid
plus my silence.

Both of which should make it a
suitable proposition for any man.

- No, never again!
- 10.000 pounds is a lot of money.

Avril mant is
an attractive woman.

She could easily be yours,
if Satan lost.

It's worth giving it
a little bit of thought.

And anyway,
you don't have much choice.

I know that some crooks
will try anything,

but Satan is heavily insured.

But money won't bring
the dead to life, will it?

Damn it! I'd be capable of...

You must have been an emotional
judge in your day, lord mant.

A judge should never be emotional.
A judge is an objective tool of society.

And impartial.

- Never subjective?
- Who can claim to be that...

And so you admit,
judicial errors can exist?

My dear reverend, I know perfectly
well what you're driving at.

For 35 years I have
sentenced criminals.

I have imprisoned men,

as well as sending a certain number
of them to the gallows,

I sleep well and have no qualms.

Every one of your sentences was just?

As a magistrate, I apply the laws,

and I only acted in strict
accordance with the book.

- What about those you hanged?
- They didn't respect the law!

A murderer has to pay
the supreme penalty.

You're a very hard man.

M'lord, an express letter has just arrived.
I permitted myself to open it.

- Have you read it?
- No, just taken it out.

It's amazing what's out there!

Shall I get a room ready
for the young man?

I thought you told me
you hadn't read it?

Whilst opening it, my lord,

- I couldn't help glancing over parts of it.
- Right, get a room prepared. - Yes, sir.

An old friend, lord snowling,

from the ministry of agriculture, asked
for my hospitality for a young man.

He's supposed to be
somewhat eccentric,

even if I have enough of that
with my own son.

He's also a painter of animals.

Can't you walk your goat
in some other place?

In view of the fact
you nearly killed me,

your manners are quite atrocious.

I always get out of line
after being frightened...

It's not my fault
you're the sensible kind.

- What a shame...
- What?

That there's no way to talk to you
in a rational way.

Up to now, one could always
talk rationally to me.

- I thought so...
- What did you think?

- That it's my fault...
- You drove here...

Yes, and you rode here,
right over my car.

- I have no wish to...
- Talk to me any longer? I know.

Tell me, is this the way
to castle mant?

Yes.

So I wish you a nice "jump-jump”.
Bye.

Bugger!

He might have been affected
by the sudden change of weather.

His pulse and temperature are normal.

That wouldn't account
for him throwing Brian.

I checked every inch of the course

but found nothing that
might have scared him.

I'd watch Satan, if I were you.

Too many people have easy access here.

There are too many suspicious
characters for my liking.

- Hello Adrienne.
- Hello Howard.

- How is Satan?
- Couldn't be in better shape.

I very glad to hear that,
that's splendid.

- Jack, could you please take care of him?
- Right away, miss.

- Avril, I want to talk to you privately.
- That's exactly what you're doing.

About something that involves
the two of us.

What is it that involves us?

I want to marry you.

Howard, I'm not what's generally
known as a good catch.

I've nothing to my name, nothing.
I'm only a guest of lord mant's.

But avril, you don't seem
to understand me.

Of course I understand you,
but I've nothing, neither have you.

But I love you.

You're a good friend,
a very good friend.

The number of pieces of luggage
has nothing to do with my humility.

- I hope you'll feel at home here.
- Many thanks, I hope you'll too...

Has the sister arrived already?

Strange, is your whole family
coming here?

I'm talking about my diet-nurse,
lady stratford.

A nurse? Oh, John...

Don't be concerned,
I only need her for my diet.

Well then! Prepare a room
for the sister as well, Irving.

- Very well.
- So she hasn't come?

- Sorry Mr...
- Brooks.

- Have you any other baggage?
- Not at the moment.

M'lord,
the room is too small for this...

- Prepare the gazebo-room then.
- Very well, the gazebo-room.

That's really nice.

I have a preference for gazebos,
many thanks.

This Madonna is extremely valuable,
I hope you're insured m' lord.

Oh please, after you.

What's made you feel so miserable,
a woman?

I wouldn't worry,
the world's full of them.

But few as beautiful as you.
Did you know that?

Please behave yourself.

Let's go somewhere else, shall we?

- I can't get away just now.
- And when?

- You're taking a fancy to her?
- Good evening, ranova.

- I wanted to have a word with you.
- Fine, me too.

- What do you mean, right now?
- Yes, right now.

It's ok, she won't run away,
she's my girlfriend.

- Why the hell didn't you say so sooner.
- Let's go to my office.

Hey young man, what about a drink?

I would like to choose my drink
and partner by myself.

Ah, a demanding type?

As you say...
I like you much better.

- May I offer you a drink?
- That depends what the offer is.

- Champagne.
- You talked me into it.

- Do you always wear this?
- Yes, always.

Do you really believe that anyone
will say Trent wouldn't do it?

That he's much too decent.

Everyone will say, who knows
how often he's done it before?

- You haven't got a chance, Trent.
- You're wrong, I have.

- Oh, what chance?
- What chance? You...

If I refuse to help you,
you're ruined.

There are other vets besides you.

True enough, but they don't look
after Satan.

You're beginning to make
yourself very clear.

- How much? - Twenty thousand.
- Too much.

I have to make three injections,

too big a dosage the first time could
be noticed, could prove fatal.

- And Satan is heavily insured and...
- Yes, yes, ok. I understand...

And if lord mant gets suspicious?

For twenty thousand pounds,
it's your problem

to deal with lord mant...

Yes, I got your message.
Where is ranova?

His office,
but Howard Trent is with him.

Note the time when Trent leaves.

And when ranova leaves, call me.
Ring 3 times, then hang up.

I didn't think you were coming back.

Beauty needs time.
You're very correct?

Not as correct as I look.

Like any man.

I'm a promising talent.

Since when do servants
move in our circles?

I believed you were a jockey,
mr jockey.

Don't you wanna explain to us

what you are hanging
around our bar for?

I refuse to answer.

I'm here privately,
and what I do privately

is a matter that concerns, if I may say so,
no-one really but myself.

- You better watch your step.
- Giuseppe.

You think you scare me because
you're bigger than me?

Leave him alone.

I've no intension of allowing myself
to be insulted by this castle flunky.

Ranova, if you want to keep out
of serious trouble,

I strongly advise you
to remove yourself.

Please, giuseppe,
don't make a scene.

All right,
but only as a special favour.

Good thing he decided to go.
I'd have made him even shorter.

I'm a bit worried, sir,
Satan's a bit restless.

And he's running a temperature.

Yes, all of a sudden.

Trent dropped by a couple of hours ago.
And Satan was fine,

- though a bit melancholy.
- Get hold of the vet, mr Trent.

I'm coming over so the stables.
Thank you.

- I'm very sorry, reverend.
- Anything wrong with Satan?

Yes, Palmer seems to think so.

However, I ought to just drop in
and have a look for myself.

After all, the derby is on Saturday,
and Satan's far too valuable.

It would be dreadful if anything
happened. Shall I join you?

- No, I'll go by myself.
- Then may I bid you good night, lord mant.

- May god protect you in the night.
- Thank you, reverend. Good night.

Good night.
And thank you for your generosity.

Now come on, Satan,
what's wrong with you?

You mustn't get excited
like this before the derby.

You'll be all right.

Be calm, Satan.
Palmer's gone to get the doctor.

No, no, Satan,
we're not going to be sick.

Neither you nor me.

This accident on the training ground

and the murder in our house.

I think that's really rude.

- Would you like a drink, dear?
- No, thank you.

I'm not sentimental, and on top of that,
I really loathe horror stories.

That Satan should throw his rider,
I can understand.

But for this musician to be murdered
right here, that's another matter.

As I said, that's rude.

If it had been a person of rank,

- but a trumpet player!
- Aunt, a musician is a human being.

Of course, I know he was.

I'm only saying he should have chosen

somewhere else to go
and get himself murdered.

You are hopeless.

I'm going to fetch a book,
then I'm off to bed.

- Auntie.
- Yes?

- Don't drink too much.
- 1? I never drink more than one bottle.

No... no.

Hello. Who?

Oh, Palmer. Dead?

- Yes, I'll be right over.
- Where are you off to?

My uncle's had an accident.
You? What are you doing here?

- My name's Brooks...
- Oh, come with me anyway.

The coroners returned
a verdict of murder.

Consequently, there can be no
question of an accident.

Quite apart from this fact, last night
somebody forced open lord mant's safe

from which, according
to your statement, m'lady,

only lord mant's most recent will
was taken.

- Come in.
- Good morning.

Who are you?

Sorry, inspector, this is my diet-nurse.
Miss dobson, inspector Bradley.

- Diet what?
- Nurse!

Yes, I've been on a diet
for the last few years.

Well, you could also use a diet. Please
take a seat, I'll be back to you soon.

I'm happy to hear that inspector.
I still don't know why, I just arrived,

but you can come back to me if you want.

Inspector, we'd all be grateful

if you wouldn't drag out this
stupid investigation too much.

All of us are suffering
from the strain.

Yes, mr mant, I noticed that.

As far as my investigation
is concerned,

I'd rather be slow but sure.

That should interest you as
the sole heir of the mant estate.

I was thinking of the ladies.

Oh, fortunately women aren't
as sensitive as all that.

Perhaps we can go over the facts.

Lady stratford,
you only left the room

after your niece informed you
of your brother's murder? - Yes.

Lady avril, you were in the library
when mr Palmer phoned you

- and before that in your aunt's room?
- Yes, inspector.

Here in the hall you
encountered mr Brooks.

- Then you ran out to the stables?
- Yes.

Mr Brooks, you spent the whole evening
in your room, I believe?

And at exactly the same time
as the phone rang,

you had a desperate urge to go
to the hall for a drink of whisky?

- As you say.
- You said so!

Reverend, you would obviously
have noticed anything unusual

when lord mant left the room?

You've already asked me
that twice, inspector.

If you really believe
that anybody here

is capable of committing
that horrible crime

I can only say, may god give you
faith in the human race.

With us, police, the same as with god,
everyone stands equal.

- An unfortunate remark, inspector.
- That wasn't meant as a joke, reverend.

Mr Palmer, did you notice anyone in
or hanging about the stables?

No, I was far too occupied with Satan.

Did lord mant have any visitors
yesterday, mr Irving?

As I mentioned more than once,
yesterday was my free evening.

Ah yes.
You visited the "silver whip".

Mr Brooks, are you an athlete?

Not at all, why?

Did you notice the roof-gutter and
the espalier in front of your window?

No, I haven't had time enough to check
such details in the short time I'm here.

Since you where the last one
lord mant spend time with, reverend,

did he say anything special or
did he behave in an unusual way?

Not, not really.
But there was...

Well, it wasn't anything unusual,

and perhaps it's not the right time
to talk about it...

Talk about what?

- I don't want you to get it wrong.
- What?

Well, ok...

While we were playing dominoes,

lord mant gave me this deed of donation
for our parish yesterday.

A will disappears and
a deed of donation appears.

Well, this is not mine
but the heir's problem.

Yes, that's his signature.
But I don't get it.

The picture was always part
of avril's endowment.

- No, that's not father's signature.
- But Gerald!

- But mr mant, are you insisting I would...
- I'm insisting nothing...

I heed the wishes of my father.

I just wish to have
this signature verified.

- At least I'm the only heir.
- You're no heir until the will's been found.

I don't understand.

You're talking about a missing will.

Are you implying there is
another heir around here?

You're the only one
a new will would disturb.

You wouldn't like it if you were forced
to pay avril and me 100.000 pounds.

Please save this for a more
private conversation.

I have to solve a murder case here.

- Inspector, please allow me a few words.
- Go on.

I don't want to disrespect
the wishes of a dead man,

but, if you allow.

I also don't wish to take what
belongs to you, miss avril.

- But...
- Please, don't say a word, miss avril.

Only one who serves the people
serves god.

Come, avril, I'll keep this for you...

Mr Irving, did anyone see you
in the "silver whip"?

If you're talking about an alibi, yes.

Mr giuseppe ranova
and a girl named yo ma.

- Can't be an expensive alibi.
- Prices are relative.

Where did you look for mr Trent,
the veterinary, mr Palmer?

At first I phoned.

Without opening suspicions here,

yesterday I saw mr Trent
and Eduardo ranova

leaving the "silver whip" together.

- When?
- At about 22.30.

Did Eduardo ranova
often spent time in this house?

- Who?
- Eduardo ranova.

What are you thinking?

I just thought that the friends of yours would
have been welcomed here by your father,

- Have you heard the latest?
- Yes, Gerald mant is the lawful heir.

He'll be out of your grasp
once he's repaid his debt.

Until the legal procedures are completed
he won't get the money...

- I can wait...
- Have you got a plan?

Keep out of this, or the same thing
will happen to you

as happened to that trumpeter.

But it wasn't my fault,
the man couldn't keep quiet.

You were indiscreet though,
and he was too damned inquisitive.

You know your speculations
are gonna cost us a packet someday.

What's stopping you from
reducing the odds on Satan?

- If he wins, we're flat broke
- And suppose he doesn't?

I'll make more money in a day
than in the past five years.

Eduardo, there is no better horse
in the field than Satan.

That's right.
He's too damn good.

That's why I want you to let me have
a full report on him.

Me? Why?

Because you may have to ride him.

- Me? Ride mant's horse?
- Yes.

But not to win.

I must apologise for my nephew's
shocking impertinence.

- I'm afraid that he was a bit...
- I'm perfectly sure he didn't mean it.

After all, so many unpleasant
crises have occurred.

But his peace of mind
will soon be restored.

Ghastly... poor John.

But let us not forget

that he has entered
the kingdom of heaven.

Just as soon as my brother's
signature has been verified,

which, I'm sure,
is a mere formality,

the painting will be
handed over to you.

But I couldn't possibly accept it,
lady stratford.

I want you to give it to your niece
on her wedding day.

And, if you'll allow me to say, with
the compliments of our parishioners.

And now I've outstayed my welcome.

So, with your gracious permission,
I shall leave this afternoon.

But I thought you were planning
on staying with us until the derby.

In view of the sad events that have stricken
your household it wouldn't be appropriate...

Nevertheless, I shall certainly
be at the derby

and watch the victory of Satan,
the way lord mant would have wished.

- I shall let you know where I'm staying.
- Nice of him.

Interesting place you've got here.

I mean, it's all a question of taste.

To what do I owe the
pleasure of your visit?

The pleasure isn't the word.

- Whisky?
- I don't drink.

- Cigar?
- I don't smoke.

- Hardly any vices.
- Not many.

What for instance?

To be able to see you in jail
and out of harm's way.

But inspector,
I'm a respectable citizen.

Since you brought up the subject.

Can you explain how a piece of paper
with your handwriting on it

was found in the stables
near lord mant's body?

- Well, I haven't got...
- Did you often visit lord mant?

Isn't that surprising, as he nearly
convicted you of murder 15 years ago?

- So you knew?
- The police know everything.

I assure you, I was absolutely
innocent, inspector.

But, I never said you were guilty
of the crime.

But your friend went to the gallows.
What was his name, falconetti?

Falconetti and I
were never very close.

Yes, in court you weren't even
on speaking terms

it's known as honour among crooks.

I wasn't involved in lord mant's death,
I've got an alibi.

- Just as you had 15 years ago.
- I can prove I wasn't there.

You don't have to prove anything.

Not yet...

One bit evidence don't make
a lawsuit, ranova,

but more of it
could lead to the gibbet.

Good night.

Too bad I had to attend
that vets' meeting yesterday.

If I hadn't, perhaps nothing
would have happened.

So you actually went
to that vets' meeting?

Yes, it was rather a waste of time,
come to think of it.

- As usual, nothing was accomplished.
- Yes, of course.

You didn't happen to give Satan
an injection on your way home?

No, whatever made you ask that?

Oh, I just thought you did,
to calm him or something

of course not.

Avril, I'm terribly sorry
for what happened the other day.

A man shouldn't feel the need
to apologise for his feelings.

Howard...

Is this your phial?

Yes, that is...
How did you get it?

- I found it in Satan's box last night.
- Let me see it.

No! It's not that important.

I just you might have
given Satan a shot.

But I didn't, after all, there was
no reason why I should.

- Avril, there's something I must tell you.
- I wouldn't bother if I were you.

I don't really mind even if the vets
do meet at the "silver whip".

Let me go! Will you let me go!

Oh, how clumsy of me.

We certainly meet in the most
curious ways. - Please forgive me.

I was just doing a little sketching.

But I'd much rather
we went together somewhere...

That is to say, if we were
travelling in the same car

nothing could happen to you,
could it? You're nervous.

Pardon me, I've been tactless.

Do you mind if I go with you?

- Isn't that what you're doing?
- Oh yes, of course.

Why do we always say that
thoughts are faster than action?

- Do you like it here?
- Yes, I do.

- Of course, just recently...
- I know just what you're getting at,

but, despite the somewhat
suspicious atmosphere,

we've got to try and
keep our nerve.

What do you think of Gerald mant?

- Table for two, sir?
- No, no, I'm alone.

His lordship won't need a table.
You're wanted in the office.

He's coming.

Now go... this conversation
is between gentlemen.

I extend a hearty welcome
to the new lord mant

and the fortune that goes
with the title. Cheers.

What do you want?

Oh, I see. A direct approach.
I like it.

These are 1.0.U's for 36.000 pounds,
Gerald.

I know precisely
how much I owe you,

- I'll pay you in two weeks from today.
- Yes, that's the trouble.

That'll be too late.

- Blackmail!
- No, necessity, I simply need the money.

Yes, well,
I'll make sure you get it.

I've also purchased from a certain
mr Lawrence and a certain mr banton

these other 1.0.U's.
They add up to 27.000 pounds.

Your signature is on all of them.

How did you find out?

You're a scoundrel!

You insult me just because
I lend them money? Gerald.

Frankly, that's not right.

- All right, what do you want?
- Good, I'll keep it very short.

The disappearance of
your father's latest will

has placed you
in a difficult situation.

On top of that, if you have to honour
these 1.0.U"s, you'll be in trouble.

For the sum of 63.000 nobody is likely
to help you, especially not me.

However, if Satan loses,
I would be willing to wait a while.

Yes, but that would be criminal.

Perhaps, but it would certainly
help your predicament.

- Are you out of your mind, Irving?
- Yes, quite, sir.

Well, drop the fighting stance.

It would seem that I mistook
you for someone else.

- That's a stupid thing to do.
- Pardon me for asking, sir,

but, if I understand correctly,
you're an animal painter

- and have come here for inspiration?
- You understand correctly.

And you look for it
even at night?

Even at night.

Irving... Irving...

Servants nowadays...

The fourth corpse in just two days.

One could talk of a tragedy here.

It looks to me like it's done
according to a set pattern.

Inspector, I wouldn't have thought
it was the duty of the police

to see a murder in every accident.

An autopsy will soon
give us an answer to that.

Now tell me, how did you manage
to get that black eye, mr Irving?

I was punished with a fence post
for being careless in the dark.

Must be a very high fence...

You can count on that.

- And you mr broo...
- Yes.

- You were taking a breath of air, I gather.
- I was indeed taking a breather.

Of course.

By the way, where's mr Turner?

He left this afternoon.

In other words,
no one was inside the building,

with the exception of the staff
and the ladies.

- I was there.
- I said the ladies.

Mr Brooks, you didn't happen to bump
into mr Irving during your stroll?

Well, actually, if you want to know,
we walked half the way home.

- Before or after the black eye?
- After.

- Why the devil didn't you say so?
- You never asked me, did you?

- Miss avril, where is Gerald mant?
- I wouldn't know.

He disappeared some time ago.

And what do you do, miss dobson?
When you're not planning a diet.

- I'm searching for buttons.
- I beg your pardon?

And successfully, look.

I found this one over there
by the banisters.

And you tell me only now?

You don't let a lady
finish speaking.

This is the second unknown button.

The unknown to you
is not unknown to me.

The button belong to the jacket
of giuseppe ranova.

If you see someone getting into the booth
just try to slip in before them.

You call the following number...

Woodward 2-0-9-9-7.

Yes. - After the first ring
you dial another 9.

- Wait until the receiver gets picked up.
- Yes.

- Then you hang up.
- Ok.

I'll be calling you tomorrow.

Yes, yes, yes, ok.

Good evening.

I'm sorry, miss avril,
I didn't mean to scare you,

but neither did I want us
to be seen together.

Mr Brooks, your good behaviour
doesn't seem to last

more than just a few hours.

Please leave my room.

Now, just be reasonable
and answer some questions.

I really just want to help you.

First, I don't have
to answer your questions.

And second, I can't think what it is
you want to help me with.

- Please leave.
- That would be totally wrong.

- I'll call the personnel.
- I can't stop you... yet.

Yet?

Yet I think that in this
whole sad situation

- you are acting in very strange ways.
- Me? Mr Brooks, I...

Now you've had enough. I know.

Oh, by the way, where's the vial

which you found in the stable
next to your uncle

and which you took possession of?

I don't know
what you are talking about.

Then I need to jog
your memory a little.

You showed the vial this afternoon
to our friend Trent.

He wanted to take it

but you didn't want
to let him have it.

- That was the only smart thing about you.
- If you don't...

Be quiet and listen!

Why you didn't go to the police?

You're covering up
for a suspected murderer.

Perhaps you are using his emotions
for your own interest.

Your brutality knows no boundaries,
doesn't it?

Don't touch the receiver,
get away from there...

- But. - Please! - Why?
- Be reasonable.

They always pick
on the little ones.

That's how quick one can die.

It looks as though they're out
to get the whole family.

Let's leave things as they are
till tomorrow, shall we?

Mr Brooks, it's all so terrible...
I can't stand it anymore!

Here.

Come on, avril.

Have a seat.

Now listen,
and listen to me carefully.

Miss avril? Are you all right?

Yes, Irving, why?

- Did you hear a shot?
- No.

- No, I was fast asleep.
- Sorry to have disturbed you.

- Good night.
- Good night, Irving.

- Now I'm even telling lies for you.
- I assure you, you won't regret it.

Hands up!

My, did you scare me...

May I ask what the diet-nurse
is looking for?

- The thing which is missing...
- Which is what?

Now you may guess...

I doubt that the police likes
to take any guesses.

So... hand over the will!

Oh, but mr Irving...

How could a man like you
co-operate with the police?

What do you mean by that?

Well, a man who has your looks,
a gentleman, a real man.

Yeah, well, that might be true

but I can't be bribed...

You are no nurse, you are working
on an assignment for mr Brooks.

Oh no, mr Irving,
that is not true.

Let me explain.

I'm sure we'll understand
each other better now.

You wouldn't be a chiropractor
would you?

Feels good, right?

Yes, I guess you learned
from a horse doctor.

- Hands up!
- Yes, yes...

Don't you move...
I'll shoot you!

You're supposed to freeze!

May I ask you for a light?

It's most useful as a lighter.

As a weapon, however, it's what
I describe as being quite useless.

Now this might give us
a lead to the murderer.

But I must confess I'd be interested
to know what's in it.

Howard said he hadn't given any
treatment to Satan yesterday.

There'd be no reason to hide
the fact even if he had.

Why has everything
become so complicated?

Why did both my uncle and my aunt
have to die?

Where do I fit into all of this?

I'm afraid I can't answer
any of those questions.

But maybe you ought to try
asking your cousin, Gerald mant.

It's just an idea...

But I hope to have all the answers
before the derby's over.

Are you from the police?

Miss avril, that's not the sort
of question you should ask.

I'm afraid I must leave you now.

- Could I have my handkerchief back?
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I've made an awful mess of it
and it's all wet.

Don't worry, I'll take the tears
along with me, as a souvenir.

Well, had an enjoyable evening,
ranova?

- Inspector Bradley.
- Yes.

I thought I'd come and see you
tonight, as I couldn't sleep.

What do you want?

As a matter of fact, I want to tell you
about the murder of lady stratford.

- Lady stratford?
- Don't say you don't know her.

The sister of the man who passed

the death sentence on falconetti
fifteen years ago

yes, yes, I know who she is.

You're pretty jumpy tonight.

Are you implying that I was connected
with that murder at the mant's...

Directly, no. But indirectly...

You see, this inoffensive button
was picked up there.

Do you know whose it is?

No? You haven't too much
family feeling have you?

This button belongs to your brother.

And that rat wouldn't move
without being told.

I really feel you should be a little more
careful next time, ranova.

He's certainly much quieter
than he was a few days ago.

I wouldn't say
he was on his usual form.

I hope he'll be all right for the derby.
But he lacks fire.

Maybe he'll pick up.

Mr Trent has given him
a thorough going over

and can't find anything
wrong anywhere.

He's so much better now,
let's keep on praying/

but should he be entered
in the derby at all?

I can't see the point of training him
if he isn't.

But every horse knows a spot of training
won't do any harm, m'lord.

What infernal impudence!

That's not the way he meant it/

whether Satan runs or not
is not his concern.

Of course not, Gerald.

But I spoke about
the derby to that mr Brooks.

The painter staying at the house.
He was of the opinion that...

The opinion of mr Brooks
does not interest me.

Do you all think I am an idiot?

You all are going to take me seriously...

- But we already...
- No, you don't.

I beg of you, do not interfere
with my business!

I am the heir here.

Yes, the age of parasites
at castle mant will soon be over!

You tell that to your Mr. Trent,
who's only after you

because he thinks that something
here belongs to you.

He's fired. Yeah, that's right,
I kicked him out.

And if you don't like it, then...

Quite apart from the fact
,reverend, that it's,

if you don't mind my saying so,
a trifle early for a visit,

from a strictly social
point of view

I must refuse to let you in.

Ever since the mant's
shocking tragedy

visitors are not being admitted
officially any more.

But, you mean there's been
another accident?

Has anything happened
to miss avril?

- No, lady stratford.
- Dead?

The hand of god, though merciful,
can also be severe.

- It was the hand of the murderer.
- No, not again.

I must say a few words of comfort
to the next of kin today.

As I'll be leaving
right after the derby.

Then may I suggest
you meet everyone tomorrow.

I'm sure they'll be gathered
at the race course.

Though poor old Satan
isn't very strong yet.

Reverend, apparently you already know.

It looks as though a ghost has
taken up residence, doesn't it?

Though, strangely enough, everyone's
been pestered except Gerald mant.

Yes, yes, it is strange...

Good bye, reverend, till the derby...

Yes, and look after yourself,
mr Brooks...

We haven't got time to play
childish games now, Molly.

Did anyone ever tell you
you're a monotonous bore, mr Brooks?

You see and hear everything.

You may be a sensational sleuth,
but don't run away with the idea

that I mean to spend all of this week
looking for clues on the floor.

And being frightened by the Butler.

You knwow perfectly well
the dangers involved.

- Anything new?
- Yes.

I followed ranova
when he went to the stables.

There he gave giuseppe hell
for having lost a button.

Bradley's already had a word with him.

Well, I don't believe he was mixed up
in Jenny stratford's death, actually.

Where is he now?

Looking for Gerald mant
by the race course.

He thinks that either
Trent or mant is the killer.

Both could be.

It can't be Trent. I could understand
him attempting to murder you...

- Me?
- Of course, out of jealousy.

Is that meant to be a joke?

Whenever I'm right,
you have no sense of humour.

I'm off to see Gerald
and ranova now.

Incidentally, the stuff in the vial
was renazon,

it produces the effects of fatigue,

though it is quite harmless
when administered in small doses.

Was Satan given a shot?

The effects of renazon can only
be seen after several injections.

So it was Trent, then.

Maybe as far as the shots are concerned,
but the man's no killer.

But the killings have nothing
to do with us.

I'm not so sure.

Keep that dreadful Butler busy
for me this evening, would you?

I'd much rather he didn't know
when I leave the house.

I will, but why?

Use your head, Molly.
Even butlers can be murderers.

What are you insinuating?

I'll just stop beating around the bush,
your entire future is in my hands.

If you mean that I'm one of your creditors,
you've already pointed that out.

- However, that will change.
- That's up to me.

One of these days someone will have
the pleasure of ringing your neck.

You've been practising lately,
haven't you?

- Be careful of what you're saying, ranova!
- And the same to you.

The latest events in your lordship's house
leave room for speculation.

I suggest you stop putting
the police on my tail.

I have no idea what you mean.

Otherwise, I'll be forced
to take action.

Good morning, father.

My deepest condolences, lord mant,

I carry your bereavement
as if it were my own.

All on earth is not as it was
set down in the good book.

You have so very many problems.

Such a awful weight for a young man
to bear alone.

- Do you see?
- What are you getting at, reverend?

My small community isn't very well off.

But we'd like to help in any
way we can, lord mant.

And we should help one another,
no matter what the purpose is.

Yes, you said it as if you meant...

That to help is a sort of...

Good morning, m'lord.
Reverend, I think we've met already.

Good morning, mr Brooks.

Forgive my intrusion, but I couldn't
help wondering about Satan,

your poor cousin... in fact, all your
little worries have started to worry me.

But from what I've noticed, you have your
sympathisers, first mr ranova,

and now reverend Turner,

lord mant, do try and please
remember what I told you

and take special care of miss avril.

Should you require me at all,
I'm at the "St. quentin” guesthouse.

Suffering is the path
that leads to salvation.

- How is your dear problem child?
- If you mean Satan, he's much better.

I don't want you to misunderstand me,
mr Brooks,

but in view of these circumstances

- it would be very much better if...
- If what, lord mant?

What I mean is, after all,
considering what's occurred,

- please respect conventions.
- Oh, you mean...

You're absolutely right,
if you put me up till tomorrow,

I shall leave immediately
after the race is over,

- you won't mind that, will you?
- Only too glad to.

Forgive me for mentioning it.

But there's also the matter
of my cousin avril.

Say no more about it.

A very handsome animal.

It must be a worry keeping watch
over him so near the race.

In what way?

Well, as far as the actual race...

After all, when an animal isn't
up to scratch, or isn't in form,

that can't really improve
his chances, can it?

Why don't you let me
do the worrying?

As a matter of fact, I fired that
wretched creature, Trent.

I was fed up with him
ruining Satan.

Well, that puts my mind at rest.

What do you mean, treating me
as if I were a trespasser?

I'm sorry sir, I must.

And I must see miss avril,
I've something urgent to tell her.

Please announce me.

It so happens that I have strict orders
not to let you in, mr Trent.

If you must know.

Would you mind explaining
all this, Irving?

If you'll excuse me, I'd rather not explain
the reason of your fall from favour.

Good day, mr Trent.

Come in.

- I beg your pardon.
- Please, do come right in.

- I only want to...
- Talk to mr Brooks, am I right?

He wanted a word with you.

That's why he went off to the race track.
Well, that's how it is.

Playing a game of blind man's bluff.

- But please, have a seat.
- Thank you.

For how long have you been
looking after mr Brooks?

Four years.

- Oh, he's been ill that long?
- Yes, he has.

Of course nowadays
he feels much better.

What do you give him for a diet?

You wouldn't want me to betray
a professional secret.

I must confess,
the thought never crossed my mind.

Well, of course, I was only joking.

And what does he do for a living?

Oh, I thought he told everybody that.
He's an artist.

- A painter of genuine talent.
- Of course, I remember now.

- You must like him a lot.
- Yes.

But that's another story.

I did fall for him...

He seemed to me quite the most
gorgeous man in the world.

As far as he's concerned,
he ignored me, totally.

He's bound to find someone else.

Though most detectives remain single.

Fine, darling, looking forward
to seeing ranova's face.

- You?
- Yes, me.

But this is impossible,
on the phone it was...

Everything is possible.

Women can be men.

The dead can come to life again.

I can be falconetti. Sit down.

My name won't mean anything to you.
Not yet.

However, a certain Eduardo ranova

would be extremely nervous
at the mere mention of it.

Ranova, the man you're doing
business with...

Dirty business...

I'm through with him.

Satan's got to win.
If he doesn't, you will die.

- And keep this conversation to yourself.
- You're making a mistake if...

I don't think that business
in Sydney was a mistake.

Or the injection you gave Satan.

Nor can the 20.000 pounds from
ranova be so easily explained.

You can go!

Trent, a man with a loose tongue
doesn't live long.

We have a great many valuable things
here at the castle.

Particularly this Madonna.

Excuse me...

It's horrible to think of all these
murders in such a nice old house.

It makes you think, doesn't it?

The death of lord mant
really upset me most of all.

Why?

Now I have to smoke his cigars
and I find his havanas quite loathsome.

You shouldn't do it
on an empty stomach then.

He knew everything.

Falconetti?

That's ridiculous. Falconetti is dead.
He was hanged fifteen years ago.

Look here, Trent, it's not true.
It's not true!

He told me if I didn't watch out,
I'd get my...

Someone's trying to pull a fast one.
One who knows too much.

Have you given him a further shot?

First the money.

- That's not all of it.
- Satan hasn't lost yet.

Let's be having no monkey business.
You're in my power too.

That can be applied the other way too,
and besides, you've 10.000,

and I've no guarantee.

- My worry is this falconetti...
- Falconetti was hanged!

I'll find out who's at the bottom
of this after the race.

For your sake, I hope you're not
trying to make a fool of me!

This is my last warning.

If I were you,
I'd watch my step closely,

as a smart operator
you're a washout.

I've invited you to come

mainly because I've had instructions
from my boss to ask for your co-operation.

If you really want to know,

I'm dead against working
together with insurance agents.

Well, I'm none too keen
on the police myself.

Now, forgetting our differences,
how about work?

Oh that's better now.

Actually, my insurance company
sent me to lord mant's

to watch over Satan.

Somehow or other, these murders
all took place while I was there.

I don't think we shall be
working together for long.

I venture to say, that today's derby
might provide an answer.

- What's your opinion?
- I wouldn't want to influence you.

Well, this is where we stand so far.

The evidence looks bad for ranova.

In every case, one of ranova's personal
objects has been found near the victim.

Coincidence? Well, it could be,
I suppose. But I doubt it.

You mean that someone's trying to frame
ranova... revenge?

- Many might try.
- Trent?

He was fished out of the thames earlier,
with a harpoon in his belly.

But does that whitewash him completely?

Somehow I don't think he's our man.

We have Gerald mant, the reverend,
avril mant. But they can't be.

And as for giuseppe?
He'd do nothing without his brother.

Inspector, lord mant was a judge.

Ranova and a certain falconetti

were both pulled in
on a murder charge 15 years ago.

Ranova was acquitted.

He had put all the blame on falconetti,
who hanged for the crime.

Lord mant was the judge

now, fifteen years later,
the same judge is killed.

It could make a bad case
against ranova.

If, for instance, new evidence
has come to light.

It doesn't really make much sense.

If we don't get to the derby soon
we're likely to miss a sensation.

- Or miss a murder...
- We can talk as we go there.

- Avril is the one I'm worried about most.
- Even if she was 74?

Mr Palmer. Mr Palmer,

- yes?
- Telephone...

It's very urgent, lord mant.

Can't he leave me alone?
For god's sake.

This is a result of my father's
kindness, he overdid it.

There's no discipline.

Even our own jockey can't turn up
for work on time.

Isn't Palmer in the dressing room?

I've already been there myself
a couple of times. He hasn't got here yet.

I hope that nothing's happened to him.

Hello, miss mant.

- I hear you've got a problem with Palmer.
- He hasn't shown up yet.

This may sound nonsense, but I'm
so sure my outsider tosca will win

that my brother giuseppe could
ride for you if you like.

He's a first class horseman,
as you know.

- Mr ranova, I couldn't accept your offer.
- Of course you can,

just leave this to me.

He's the favourite, we must get
him to the race somehow.

But you can't do this, Gerald,
that man is a crook.

What am I supposed to do
if Palmer doesn't come?

- I can't simply withdraw Satan.
- But why not?

If we were to back out of it now
it would be the end.

Why down here, I wonder?
What does Eduardo want?

He didn't say.

Who are you? What do you want?

To prevent you from doing
anything stupid.

What is this?

What makes you think
you can keep me a prisoner?

The right to revenge.

But I haven't done anything.
I haven't done anything...

Are you sure you've looked everywhere?

Yes, boss, we looked
all over for him.

What the hell's the matter with him,
he couldn't even be on time?

Don't just stand there,
keep looking for him.

If Palmer doesn't come
I'll ride Satan myself.

You? Out of the question!

I've got a jockey's licence.

You will not ride, I'd sooner have
giuseppe, at least he might win.

Is giuseppe in here?

Why the hell do you ask that?
You were supposed to bring him.

- I don't get this, he's disappeared.
- Oh, this is driving me crazy.

A favourite, with every chance
of winning the race.

So much involved,

but one jockey who doesn't show up,
and now the second one has disappeared.

There must be some good reason.

He knows we are playing for big stakes.

Maybe he's overslept or something.

- Shut your mouth!
- You better watch your language.

You haven't any say in the matter.

- I'm withdrawing Satan.
- You are?

And all of London will know
lord mant

doesn't pay his gambling debts.

And that he wasn't able to.

And undoubtedly, society will gossip
about the will not coming to light.

And the deaths in the family couldn't
have occurred more conveniently.

You swine!

Coming from you...
It's hardly an insult.

Strangely enough, I just said to myself
I'll soon be seeing you.

Mr Brooks,
Palmer has disappeared.

Eduardo ranova has offered
his brother to ride Satan.

- I rather expected that.
- Gerald is willing to agree.

But ranova's brother has
disappeared as well.

Well, I hope he's out of circulation
for good.

I'm going to ride Satan.

- But avril, you can't do that.
- But I've got a jockey's licence...

Women are allowed to take part
in the derby, and I'm riding Satan.

Well, you better get moving.

- Avril.
- Yes?

- The best of luck.
- Thank you, Peter.

Supposing we let Palmer ride Satan?

He won't wake up for a couple of hours,
by the look of him.

We've looked for your brother everywhere,
we just can't find him.

Well, don't come back until you
do find him. Get going!

All horses taking part
in the third race

are to be brought
to the starting line.

And suppose I allow avril to ride?

- If only Trent had done a good job.
- What has Trent to do with all this?

You ask too many questions
for my liking.

Well then, what do I do?

- Did she ever ride Satan?
- No.

He can't just have disappeared
off the face of the earth.

Quite frankly, your only chance
is to have miss avril enter the race.

Yes, why not let a woman
enter the derby for a change?

Come on, Satan, do your best.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Well, that's just splendid.
Miss avril mant the jockey.

Let's hope she's not too ambitious,
Gerald.

That'd be too bad for both of us.

Your attention please,
ladies and gentlemen...

There has been a last minute
change of rider in this race.

Horse number 4, Satan,

will now be ridden
not by jockey Edward Palmer

but by miss avril mant.

Miss mant is a holder
of a valid jockey's licence.

I repeat...

I'm certain he won't be far away.

Lord mant junior won't want to miss
seeing Satan win the race.

Let's hope he's still alive then.

He's a tough little egg,

I wouldn't worry about him.

You carry on looking for ranova.

And Turner?

Ok, I'm just an insurance agent.

I have the money in my suitcase
in the stables.

- All of it?
- All that was placed with us.

- Have you got the plane tickets?
- Yes.

Trent had better keep out of my way.

But I thought you said Satan
wasn't going to win.

He was with a Chinese woman,
and they both went down that way.

- Down where?
- Down towards the stables.

Here, all the ready cash.
The car's parked outside.

- You've done a good job...
- Yes, a very good job.

- No, that's impossible.
- No?

No, you can't be falconetti.

No, not me... you're right,

I couldn't be, could I?

Falconetti is dead, he was hanged.
Thanks to you.

After you committed your
ghastly crime together

you left one of his buttons
at the scene.

- And you smeared blood on his coat.
- That is utterly false.

You've had an extension
of life for 15 years,

until I was able
to track you down.

- Now I'm having my revenge.
- But you can't be.

- His brother...
- And all this time you...

Yes... and her...

Whore!

You do her an injustice.

Yo ma is an intelligent woman

who well knows that betrayal
must be punished by betrayal.

- And murder - by death...
- I haven't done anything.

That is not true.

Though you managed to convince a court
of law that you were innocent.

You... you can't get away with this.

You better give up, ranova...

Inspector Bradley has got
an arrest warrant.

I haven't done anything.

If you want an explanation,
ask falconetti.

Come on, out of there.

- This is senseless, ranova.
- You won't get me.

A brand new one...

Careful Bradley!

That's ranova, he's got
the wrong end of the stick.

He's talking about
a certain falconetti

someone else must be here too.

Hey, ranova, I suggest
we stop playing games.

I'm going to try going behind,
you keep him occupied.

I suppose you think there'll be
a nice line in horse dealing in prison.

Or the prison governor
will want to swap

1.0.u. Notes with you in your cell.

- Good afternoon, miss avril.
- Good afternoon, reverend.

- I must congratulate you on your triumph.
- Thank you.

Yes, our maker rewards those
who deserve it.

You haven't seen Gerald
or mr Brooks around?

No, but I did see lord mant.
Let me show you the way.

- Thank you, that's awfully kind of you.
- Please.

Mr Brooks... hit him.

- Thanks, Irving.
- Don't mention it...

I'm sorry, miss avril,
but time is running out.

I just have to inform you
how serious your situation is.

Sign this paper...

But... why should I sign this?

I don't own anything...

Don't you think family jewels,
worth 100.000 pounds,

and 50.000 pound in cash
from lord mant's safe is something?

Also 50% of all accounts
and half of the real estate.

- But that's not what we're talking about.
- How dare you?

All this is right here in
lord mant's will, his last one...

You stole it!

Just sign and authorise me
to open the safe at the bank.

But... but Gerald has the key,
he's also the heir.

Was, miss avril, was...

Or do you want to accompany him?

Don't think I'm just threatening you,
miss avril.

Even a woman's life
is only another life.

Many thanks.

- Can I leave now?
- No!

But, you told me...

You forgot that the truth
doesn't mean anything today.

And your uncle
sentenced him to death.

The mant family has to pay for that.
And you are the last of them.

- You understand that?
- No, I don't understand.

Come here, avril.

Hands up!

Don't move. Stay where you are.

Just my thoughts...

- Mr Brooks...
- Mr Irving...

So gracious is the hand of the maker,
so righteous it is...

May I? May 1?!

Dartmoor awaits.

Let's be on our way.

Miss Molly, I've decided to follow

- a long hidden wish.
- Yes...

Oh...

The seventh victim...

Subtitles made by mcduck

from the english audio dub version

thanks to bgart 13 for that version
also thanks to thedia and kylereece

for translating several scenes

also thanks to the ripper of this version

September 2008