All language subtitles for Partners in Crime s01e06 Finessing the King.eng

[Upbeat jazz music]

[Happy classical music]

[Arthur] Paper, paper!

Good grief.

Read all about it.

How did we ever get
stuck with you, Albert?

It's cause I'm always
on the spot when needed.

Your daily leader,
mr beresford, sir.

Thank you.

Top of the morning
miss tuppence.

Morning, Albert.

Mrs beresford, sir.

You seem a bit laden, darling.

Well, I thought I'd do
kedgeree when we got home

this evening followed
by rhubarb and junket

and spoonfuls of
lovely gooey custard.

Good lord, just like school.

Are we really that desperate?

[Tuppence] Well, we
haven't had a sniff of crime

for the last three weeks.

And a detective agency
is supposed to detect,

not sit around reading
the daily leader.

Or making kedgeree or junket

or custard, gooey or otherwise.

So in the meantime, I thought
we needed cheering up.

Oh, do we? What
did you have in mind?

I thought it was time
we went dancing again.

Tuppence, my darling
wife. My little help mate.

I am getting on a bit.

[Tuppence] Oh,
you poor old thing.

Your sympathy is truly touching.

And you have two grey
hairs in your eyebrows.

Not very observant. I have
two grey hairs in one eyebrow.

- My right.
- Your left.

My right, when I
look in the mirror.

Oh but Tommy, you do
dance so divinely darling.

Gently with the
butter, tuppence.

When I was a nice young girl,

what a memory.

I was brought up
to believe that men,

particularly husbands were
very fond of drinking and dancing

and staying out half the night.

What a strange
upbringing you had.

And that it took an
exceptionally beautiful

and clever wife to
keep him at home.

Oh well, there you are then.

Am I? Where, exactly?

You are an exceptionally
beautiful and clever wife

and I'm kept at home and
go to bed at half past ten.

Perhaps you'd like a little dog

to bring you your slippers.

Good idea.

Oh no, but Tommy to
be absolutely honest,

uh-huh, I knew it,
an ulterior motive.

I want to go to
the three arts ball.

Oh no, not the three arts ball.

Well it's for charity, darling.

Which my upbringing
taught me began at home.

In this instance, it is a home
for distressed gentlemen.

Well, in that case,
book me a room.

Oh right, we go.

But tuppence, think,
think. The three arts ball.

Fancy dress, tepid champagne.
The battle of the bread rolls.

Well, it's not purely for
pleasure that I want to go.

I'm intrigued by
an advertisement.

Kindly turn to the personal
column of the daily leader.

Oui, mon capitan.

Now. Eighth insert down,
second column. What does it say?

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

I should go. Three
hearts, 12 tricks.

Ace of spades, necessary
to finesse the king.

What do you make of it?

Rather an expensive way
to learn bridge, I should think.

You know Tommy, I
sometimes wonder if you

pretend to be dumb
on purpose or are you?

Um, it's a coded
message of some sort.

Well done.

My guess is that three
hearts is the three arts ball.

[Tuppence] Obvious.

Thank you very much.

[Tuppence] That's tomorrow.
12 tricks is 12 o'clock.

Midnight.

Well, obviously
midnight you chump.

You don't give a charity
ball during the lunch hour.

[Laughs] Yes.

The ace of spades.

Oh, not that dingy
basement club in

Chelsea where we went
just after we were married?

[Tuppence] That's the one.

Where the mouse
ran round and round

the stool like a
dirt track rider?

I couldn't bear to look.

[Tommy] With
screened off booths.

You didn't seem to mind.

Um, hmm. Yes.

But what is the ace of spades
to do with a three arts ball?

It's where you revellers go at
the shank end of the evening

to eat bacon and eggs, Welsh
rarebit and that sort of thing.

- Or kedgeree.
- Very witty.

All in fancy dress?

Of course. Masks and everything.

How frightful.

So three hearts is
the three arts ball,

12 tricks is 12 midnight

and the ace of spades
is the ace of spades.

Absolutely brilliant.

Yes, but what does it mean
necessary to finesse the king?

Well, that's what I
thought we could find out.

I mean, as a detective agency

we could do with
a bit of practise.

Ah, but if it's tomorrow,

how do we get
fancy dress this late?

Oh, I've got them already.

I was a fool to
ask. What are they?

Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

Oh, not bad.

I shall look pretty nifty
in a deer stalker with

a meerschaum pipe clenched
in my manly jaws carrying a

violin case and hypodermic
thingamy around my neck.

[Cheering and party horns]

Go on, admit it.

Admit what?

You're enjoying
every minute of it.

Utter rot.

I'm a bored husband
dragged out against his will.

Jolly hot in all this padding.

Oh, but you do dance,
dance, dance divinely.

That's because I love you.

Oh, it's so nice
being out with you.

And you do say you do.

Home, Sherlock?

Tommy, what time is it?

Quarter to 12.

12 tricks. Ace of spades.

Woo hoo!

Yoo-hoo!

How are you?

Oh good, still a
den of inequity.

Oh hello my dears,
sit down. That's right.

We have bacon and
egg or Welsh rarebit.

Ooh, lovely, Welsh
rarebit please.

Bacon and eggs for me, please.

And coffee too, or lemonade?

- Um, coffee please.
- One gin.

I beg your pardon.

Oh, coffee's gin, dear.

It's served up in cups just
in case the coppers drop by.

- What is tea?
- Whiskey.

And what is lemonade?

Lemonade's lemonade. That's
for them what don't indulge.

Lemonade, please.

Yes, yes, I'll have lemonade
too. We've indulged enough.

So that's one bacon and
egg, one Welsh rarebit

and two lemonades,
I shan't be a tick.

I wonder which our people are.

Columbine and pierrot?

[Tommy] The gypsy
and the battleship?

More of a fast cruiser, I'd say.

I say, look at that.

A rather good get-up, that.

Rather.

Escorted by a gentleman
dressed in a newspaper,

courtesy of Alice in wonderland.

[Tommy] I saw him at the ball.

Daily leader, I expect.

Where?

Tommy, do brighten up a bit.

I mean his costume was
made out of the daily leader.

Oh, isn't it lovely?
Scandals all round us.

It's a hell of a din.

[Shrieking]

What about that nymph?

Where?

[Tommy] Just coming in
with the comic frenchman.

Oh, could be. But then
it could be anybody.

Where do you think he's going?

[Tommy] To hurry
up the drinks, I expect.

I hope our food won't
be long. I'm famished.

- Tell you what.
- What?

Let's not detect anymore, we're
enjoying ourselves too much.

[Tommy laughs]

Why so serious all of a sudden?

I don't know. I have
a strange feeling.

What about?

All in order? There we are now.

There's one Welsh rarebit
and one bacon and eggs.

And two lemonades. Enjoy, dears.

Thank you.

I have a feeling
there's something

wrong in the next booth.

Oh?

First a cry, then a laugh.

The two things didn't
seem to go together.

And then the man strolling
out. Too nonchalant.

- On his own.
- Yes, why?

I don't know. Let's go and see.

[Crowd chattering]

[Gasps]

[Dramatic chord]

Oh Tommy, quick.
She's still alive.

See if there's a doctor
outside and then call the police.

Don't touch the handle
of that dagger, darling.

I know. I'll be careful.

My dear, can you
tell me who did this?

It was.

Bingo.

Bingo?

Yes. He's who did it.

[Hyperventilating]

[Growling]

I, I think she's dead.

[Doctor] We'd
better leave things

as they are until
the police come.

I'm sorry we meet again
in these circumstances.

I'm glad it's you, inspector.

We still haven't been able to

find out who the poor lady is.

No identification
except for her costume

and the outfitters won't
be open at this time of night.

Yes, doctor.

She died of the stab wound,
which penetrated the heart.

In your opinion, could it
have been self-inflicted?

Possibly, yes, but
not very probable.

Now, mrs beresford.

What made you go into
that particular booth?

Tommy and I, well no,
I'll begin at the beginning.

We came here straight from
the three arts ball and soon

after we had settled in our
booth, I heard a woman cry out.

[Inspector] What sort of cry?

Difficult to say.

It could have been
a cry of surprise.

- Or of pain?
- Possibly.

Followed by laugh from a man.

Then we thought
no more about it.

When suddenly I
had a funny feeling

that everything wasn't
according to hoyle.

This man who was outfitted as
a newspaper, he wore a mask?

[Tuppence] Yes.

So I suppose you
wouldn't recognise him.

I'm afraid not. Tommy?

No. Apart from his costume.

Yeah. And, and his laugh.

Of course, we'd seen
him earlier at the ball.

Yes, sergeant halliday.

Sir, one of the women
what runs this place said

the customer dressed
as a newspaper

skedaddled soon after he came.

Ah, bet he did.

Without ordering nothing, sir.

So who is the lady in there?

I thought you knew?

There was no identification.

No, but her photo appears
in all the society magazines,

the tatler, the sporting and
dramatic, that sort of thing.

But not in the police
gazette, I don't suppose.

So who is she?

Lady vere merivale, inspector.
I'd recognise her anywhere.

- Even dead?
- Yes.

Righto.

There's no reason to keep
you, mr and mrs beresford.

Thank you, inspector.

I need you for a bit doctor.

Sergeant halliday,
telephone headquarters

and find out where we can
get hold of, who would he be?

Sir Arthur merivale.

Sir Arthur merivale.

Right, sir.

This way, doctor.

Now darling, are you
sure that's what she said?

Yes. Bingo did it.

Come on, lets get out of here.

[Sombre music]

Almost dawn.

I'm sorry, darling.

Sorry? What on
earth are you sorry for?

Dragging you through
the three arts ball

and the ace of spades.

You weren't to know
what was to happen.

But I was intrigued.
That's my weakness.

And your strength.

What really made
you suspicious about

the goings on in
that next booth?

The laugh, I think.

It sort of rang hollow.

And coming after the girl's cry.

That's it. Simple,
my dear Watson.

[Sombre music]

Ah, mrs beresford.

I'm sorry to get you up
so early, after last night.

Not at all, inspector.

This is mrs
beresford, sir Arthur.

Like I told you,
she found your wife

at the ace of spades last night.

Sir Arthur merivale.

Good morning, mrs beresford.

I'm so sorry, sir Arthur.

Thank you.

I can't believe and
I won't believe that

captain hale could have
hurt vere in any way at all.

Least of all.

Sir Arthur was very
hard to convince.

Bingo hale was one
of our closest friends.

We were at eton and
Cambridge together.

Hell, he practically
lived with us.

You must have been mistaken.

I'm afraid not sir Arthur.
Your wife said it was bingo.

I said, bingo? She
said, yes. Bingo did it.

You see, sir.

That's absolutely incredible.

What possible motive
could he have had?

Well, if what I heard is true,

I know what you're
thinking, inspector marriott.

You think that hale
was my wife's lover.

Possibly no more than
a rumour. I realise that...

The three of us had gone
about together for years.

Where did he go after
the ace of spades?

Well, we arrested him at

sir Arthur's house
earlier this morning.

I came home by myself
last night after the ball,

my chauffeur can verify that.

He already has, sir Arthur.

Exactly.

Bingo said that he was going to

go on to that club,
whatever it's called.

Well, that's what he
said he was going to do.

May I ask, did anyone know

lady merivale was
going to be there?

Well, I certainly didn't.
And I don't understand it.

As far as I knew, she was still

at our country seat in cornwall.

It's not a very pleasant
thing to say, sir Arthur.

I believe captain hale had
been paying a lot of attention to

a certain young
American lady of late.

Well, it's news to me.

Anyway, gentlemen don't discuss

their paramours with each other.

If lady merivale
had become jealous

and say, threatened
to stop the affair,

you're talking out of
your hat, inspector.

It's no good supposing
this or that. We need proof.

What exactly were you
doing there, mrs beresford?

Oh, well the same
as everyone else.

We went there to pick up a
snack after the three arts ball.

[Inspector] No other reason?

Yes, actually.

The day before I'd
come across an intriguing

message in the personal
column of the daily leader.

[Inspector] Addressed to who?

[Tuppence] It didn't say.

From?

[Tuppence] Again, it didn't say.

Do you still have the paper?

As a matter of fact I have.

Oh no, no it's at the office,
but I can remember it.

Would you tell us?

It said I should go
three hearts, 12 tricks,

ace of spades necessary
to finesse the king.

You're a bright young
lady, mrs beresford.

What did you make of it?

Well, three hearts,
the three arts ball.

12 tricks, 12 o'clock.
Ace of spades, obvious.

But finessing the
king stumped us.

Whoever wrote that, was
obviously not a bridge player.

Anyhow, it looks
as if it was inserted

to catch lady merivale's eye.

Do you read the
daily leader, sir Arthur?

No, not very often.
My wife does, did.

For myself, I favour
the morning post.

Probably lady merivale
and captain hale

had already arranged
to meet at the ball.

Excuse me, sir Arthur. I
know it's no business of mine.

But when exactly did you decide

to go to the three arts ball?

Three art shindig? Let me think.

Um, mm. Yesterday was Thursday.

Bingo said he was
going to go on Monday

and he does a lot
of work for charity.

I said I would pick out
the costume and go too.

Did he make any
comment on your decision?

No, not that I remember.

Good show, possibly,
something like that. I don't recall.

That might explain the phrase

necessary to finesse the king.

To warn lady
merivale that you were

going to be at the ball, too.

Doesn't sound like bingo at all.

And you went as?

Me? Oh, the devil.

It was the only costume that
the place had left, actually.

You know the sort of thing.

Yes. Yes. I think I saw you.

Well, I don't have
a very clear picture.

Oh, long red cloak,
a mask, red gloves,

sort of head dress thing
got up to look like flames

and a fork tail stuck
in the back of the cloak.

But not a dagger?

Of course not.
Please talk sense.

I'm trying to solve
a murder, sir Arthur.

Yes I know, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.
I'm very much upset.

Naturally I'm on edge, but
I'm afraid I can't help you.

Well, thank you for coming

to hear what mrs
beresford had to say.

Not at all. I still
don't believe it.

One further point, sir Arthur.

There was a
fragment of newspaper

found in lady merivale hand.

No doubt mrs
beresford noticed it.

No, I'm afraid I didn't.
But then, I was quite upset.

Of course.

What does a fragment
of newspaper prove?

A man dressed as a
newspaper attacks a woman,

the woman, in an
effort to defend herself,

grabs at him and tears
off a corner of his costume.

Yes. Yes. I see
that. Yes, go on.

My men already
have orders to take

captain hale's costume
away from your house.

If there is a
tear in it that fits

the piece of paper found
on your wife's person.

Well, it'll be the
end of the case.

Well, you won't find
it. I know bingo hale.

Of course you may
be right, sir Arthur.

I apologise again for
disturbing you, mrs beresford,

but it was unavoidable.

Of course.

- Good day.
- Good day.

We'll see ourselves out.

Oh Tommy, you shouldn't have.

Why not?

I was done out of my
bacon and eggs last night.

[Tuppence] And lemonade.

Yes, well, I thought more coffee

would be appropriate
this morning.

Did you hear everything?

Just about. I'd say
bingo hale was in for it.

Oh, only if marriott's
theory is correct.

I mean, he said, if
what I've heard is true.

Oh you mean about captain hale

being lady merivale's lover.

Yes. Now, who do you
think he's heard that from?

One of the servants
of the house, possibly.

Are men really so stupid as to

have affairs with their
best friend's wives?

Quite commonplace, I'd say.

- Really?
- Mmm.

And who's your best friend?

You, my dearest.

Tommy! No, but seriously.

I am serious.

But surely not in the
best friend's house.

In situ as it were? I really
wouldn't know darling.

You see, it's never
happened to me yet.

Well, marriott seemed
convinced that it's captain hale,

so the case ends there,
as far as we're concerned.

We better get to
the office in a minute.

See what a new day has to offer.

- Right, yes.
- What?

There's something
wrong somewhere.

And I'm damned if I know where.

Well, you know what you're like.

St. Paul. It'll come to
you in a blinding light.

Eat up.

Yes, but what
did he say, Albert?

If I don't tell it me own
way, mr b, I'll get it wrong.

[Tuppence] Yes, Albert, he
was a small man, about 50?

On the small side, I said.

Something between
a dwarf and a giant

that's it, mr b.

Did he give you his name?

What he gave me
was a cigarette card.

Cigarette card?

I think it was, I didn't
really look at it yet.

Oh Albert, that's
a visiting card.

Just as you say.

Huey telling, solicitor?

Verity, bilton and
hackett, Lincoln's inn fields.

And he said he'd
be ever so obliged

if you'd get in touch with him.

Did he seemed genuine?

In what way, mrs b?

How did he appear to you?

Well, he was on the small side.

Yes, yes, you've
told us that already.

Nicely got up, white
shirt, stripe trousers,

black jacket,
bowler hat, umbrella.

What about the
colour of his socks?

Black, with an arrow.
Black shoes, black tie,

alright, Albert, alright.

Well, you tell me
to be observant.

Yes, thank you Albert.

We will telephone
the gentleman later.

[Albert] Oh yeah, there
was one other thing.

Yes?

He said he was
representing a captain hill.

Hill?

Are you sure he didn't say hale?

That's right. Hale.

Was there a number
on the visiting card?

Yes. Oh, damn.

Old wood. One five, nine two.

But how did you know about us?

Inspector marriott
told my solicitor,

Mr. Telling, about you.

That you'd be called as
witnesses when I come to trial.

We've already made a statement.

We have nothing more to add.

The inspector also said
you run a detective agency.

He considers you very capable.

That's very kind of him.

So, I asked my
solicitor if you'd

be willing to come and see me.

Yes, well I.

Naturally I'd pay you
whatever the going rate is,

whatever, well, happens to me.

Oh no, no, no.
It's not the money.

It's the results we care about.

So, captain hale, what do
you think we can do for you?

Well you see, everything
the police say so far is true.

You don't mean that.

Except for one thing.
I did not kill vere.

But you were at
the three arts ball?

[Bingo] Yes.

As a gentleman
dressed in a newspaper?

[Bingo] Yes.

Made out of copies
of the daily leader?

[Bingo] I don't really know.

The merivale's
housekeeper ran it up for me.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

[Tuppence] Why that
particular costume?

She said she was a great
reader of Alice in wonderland

and would that be a good idea?

I said yes.

[Tommy] And then you
went on to the ace of spades.

No.

But we saw you there.

Yes. In the booth next to ours.

No.

You knew that lady merivale
was going to be there.

Yes, all that was arranged.

[Tuppence] The message in the

personal column
of the daily leader?

Yes. I put that in.

So your liaison
with her was a fact.

Yes, I well, worshipped her.

Why didn't you go as
arranged to the ace of spades?

Because somebody shoved
a note into my hand at the ball.

[Tommy] From?

- Vere, I presumed.
- [Tommy] Saying?

Not to speak to her
at the ball or come to

the ace of spades
because Arthur suspected.

What happened to the note?

The note?

The note that somebody gave you.

Well, I don't know. I
must have thrown it away.

Did you recognise
the handwriting?

Well, I didn't think.

And besides we didn't
write to each other,

is it true, captain
hale, that you

were paying attention
to another lady?

A rich American?

Not really.

Oh I knew her, and we
were friends, but it was the

gossip columns in the
papers that printed the rumour.

Did that upset lady merivale?

It did a bit, but we
were very much in love

and hoped one day
that we would be married.

[Tommy] Did sir
Arthur know of this?

No, we were very discreet,

but we hadn't decided
how to handle the situation.

But we saw lady
merivale speak to you

and then go with you
into the booth next to us.

- It wasn't me. Unless.
- [Tuppence] Unless?

Unless I was so drunk or mad and

killed her without
knowing what I was doing.

Did they show you the dagger?

[Bingo] Yes.

Had you seen it before?

[Bingo] I told the
inspector I hadn't.

But you had.

Yes.

- It's mine.
- Yours?

Yes. It belonged to my
father who served in India.

I know this is a silly
question, but how on earth

do you think it happened
to be at the ace of spaces?

I honestly have no idea.

[Tommy] Where did
you keep the dagger?

At my chambers in German street.

Is that where you used
to meet lady merivale?

Captain hale.

We may or may not
be able to help you,

but please, be frank with us.

In the strictest
confidence of course.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes. We met there quite often.

Did lady merivale ever
go there by herself?

Yes. She had keys to the place.

[Tuppence] So she could
have taken the dagger?

Yes, I suppose so.

If you didn't go to the ace
of spades, where did you go?

Well, to begin with,
I was pretty upset

at the note from vere,
so I went on dancing.

Who with?

Well, I'm sorry.

By that time I'd had quite
a bit of bubbly and was

dancing with,
well, I'm not sure.

They were all wearing masks.

[Tuppence] What time
did you leave the ball?

After the last dance,
about, what would it be?

[Tommy] Carriages
at one, the cards say.

Then it would be about one.

Mm. And then you went
to sir Arthur's house?

- [Bingo] Yes.
- Straight away?

No. I went with three other
people to the corner house.

- [Tommy] Which one?
- Strand.

[Tommy] Who were these people?

I don't know. We just
drifted there, as I said.

Were you a bit tipsy?

- [Bingo] Yes.
- More than a bit tipsy?

- [Bingo] Yes.
- Blotto?

More or less.

I was upset at the note
from vere and puzzled.

So much so that you could have

gone to the ace
of spaces after all.

Anyhow, vere must've been
dead by then, mustn't she?

Oh, when they arrested you,

did they tell you
what time she died?

No. Look, I was at
the corner house.

The strand. I couldn't,

but you have no witnesses that

you were there, captain hale?

No.

Were you still in
your fancy dress?

[Bingo] Yes.

So if we advertise for
anyone who'd seen a man

dressed in a newspaper
at the strand corner house.

It's no good. I was
wearing a burberry over it.

Yet an alibi is what
we're looking for.

Was sir Arthur still up
when you got home?

No, but he'd left a note
saying he'd see me at breakfast.

[Tuppence] And the
police arrived when?

Well, I don't know. I
just dropped off to sleep.

When you eventually got
out of your fancy dress, did you

notice that the corner of one
of the sheets was missing?

Well, to tell you
the truth, old man,

I was in no fit state to get
undressed or anything else.

You know the police have
taken away your costume?

Yes. So I gather. What
that'll prove, I have no idea.

Well, captain hale.

We'll go away and put
on our thinking caps.

Yes.

And if we come up with anything,

we'll let your solicitor know.

And if you think of
anything, however small,

please don't hesitate
to let us know.

Yes. Thank you.

It was very decent of
you to come and see me.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Don't forget. I loved her.
I couldn't have killed her.

[Sombre music]

The order of things.

Well, you've got that
very neat little plan,

tea is served.

Did anyone call while
we were out, Albert?

One phone call, mrs b. A
man. Said he'd be round directly.

[Tommy] Didn't you
ask who he was?

- Course I did.
- [Tuppence] Who was he?

That copper what thinks
you're behaving suspiciously.

Oh really, Albert,
your sense of humour

will be the death of us.

Yes, or of you.

So when did the inspector
say he'd be around.

Now.

Do we tell him we've
seen captain hale?

I bet he knows.

Inspector marriott
of Scotland yard.

What's he up to now?

I think he'd like to
be playing a Butler.

The Butler did it, eh?

Yes.

Well you can tell he's a
smart lad, because knowing

you were coming, inspector,
he's put out an extra teacup.

Good. Just what I need.

Please.

Well, I thought you two would

like to know the
latest developments.

We certainly would.

By the way, how did
captain hale impress you?

Quite straight
forward, we thought.

Yes, he's a plausible rogue.

Why do you say that?

Well, I've never
known a clearer case.

I mean, the dagger was his.

How did you know that?

The Charlie at his
chambers recognised it.

[Tommy] You've been pretty busy.

That's why we're called busies.

Well, it's best to get
these sort of things

over with, don't you think?

We'll have his
confession by nightfall.

Oh, so I won't have to
be called as a witness?

There'll be no need.

[Tommy] He won't confess.

What makes you think that?

Because he knows
he didn't do it.

Tuppence and I know
a bit about that man.

He'll confess when
I present him with

a piece of paper torn
from his fancy dress.

It fits exactly.

- Exactly?
- Exactly.

From Tuesday's daily leader.

I brought you round some
photographs of the exhibits.

I thought you'd be interested.

[Tuppence] Oh, thank you.

This one is of captain
hale's costume.

This is a closer
one of the tear.

And this one is of
the piece of paper

we found clutched in
lady merivale's hand.

A perfectly clear
case, wouldn't you say?

Oh yes. On the surface,
it certainly looks like it.

What do you mean on the surface?

Well, there may be a
piece of the Jigsaw missing.

Then let me know
when and if you find it.

- Thanks for the cuppa.
- Not at all.

I'll let you know if
anything else crops up.

Thank you.

Goodbye mrs beresford.

- Oh, tuppence?
- Hmm?

[Tommy] The inspector.

Oh, sorry. Goodbye inspector.

Goodbye.

Albert?

Come here Tommy. Look at this.

What do you make
of those marks there?

Stitch marks I'd say. Where
the sheets were sewn together.

[Tuppence] And what
about these three stars here?

Just before the tear?

Well, some papers
put special signs

on different editions
and different days.

Why?

Well, i'm, I'm not
at Liberty to divulge

the source of my information.

You mean you don't know.

There are times, tuppence, when

I really don't think
we're very compatible.

Oh, I remember that I heard that

an early morning edition of
the times had a crown on it.

One especially for
Buckingham Palace.

Yes, and some papers
place white dots on

certain black
lettering at the top.

Oh, you're right
darling. Look, there!

That's what I said.

Albert!

[Tommy] What are you up to now?

Did I hear my name?

We want you to
collect all the copies

of the daily leader
for the past week.

Where do I find them?

How about a newsagent?

They jettison old newspapers.

They what?

Throw them out. Jettison.

Nip over to fleet
street, take a taxi.

And bring them back here?

[Tommy] Of course bring
them back here, nitwit.

I'm on my way.

Am I right in thinking
you're onto a hunch?

- The wherewithal.
- [Tommy] The what?

The Luca. The brass for
the taxi metre cabriolet?

Why can't you just
say money, Albert?

Cheers, guv.

Why do you think
inspector marriott

keeps saying it's a
perfectly clear case.

Smug satisfaction, I expect.

I don't think so.

I think he's trying
to get us rattled.

[Tommy] Rattled?

Well, no, but you know, put
us on the [speaks French].

Pourquoi?

Well, for instance,
butchers know about meat.

Are you feeling
alright, darling?

And grocers know
about vegetables.

And fishermen about fish.

And Scotland yard
detectives must know

all about criminals, so,
in my humble opinion,

humble?

Inspector marriott's
expert knowledge tells him

that captain hale
isn't a criminal.

Yet all the facts are
dead against him.

So as a last resort,
he's getting us irritated.

Thereby hoping that some
important detail from last night

will come back to us and
throw a different light on things.

Exactly. I mean, why
shouldn't it be suicide?

After what she said to you?

Ah yes, but look at it
from a different way.

Huh?

I mean, it was bingo's
doing, it was his conduct,

his waffling, his not
making a decision

that drove her to it.

It's just possible.

Especially if he was messing
about with that American woman.

And so she killed
herself in front

of captain hale as
a kind of gesture.

Hell hath, no fury
like a woman scorned.

Having pinched his dagger
from the hale chambers.

So quite naturally he would deny

ever having been
at the ace of spades.

Well, there we
are then. Suicide.

No, I don't believe it, do you?

No. And there's another thing.

[Tommy] What?

Well, there was the note from

lady merivale that
somebody gave him.

Well, he said he'd
thrown it away.

Yes, but who gave it to him?

A commissionaire, possibly?

But if captain hale was
in fancy dress and a mask,

how did the commissionaire
know who to give the note to?

Good point, darling.

Well, perhaps somebody went up

to the commissionaire
and said, "give this note

to the gentlemen
dressed as a newspaper."

And that somebody,
this man or woman

must've known who the man
dressed as a newspaper was.

Brilliant.

I'm a fool.

Yeah, there's
no need to tell us.

I save all the papers.

What on earth for?

- For me cat.
- Can it read?

Oh, don't lets get into
it. Well done Albert.

I'll be off then.

Oh, just a minute.
What about the taxi fare?

What fare? What taxi?
I never took no taxi.

Oh, I'm sorry, Albert,
but that's not honest.

And you'll have to go.

Oh, thanks guv.

I'll be off then. See you
tomorrow. Toodle-oo.

Albert. Albert, just a minute.

What a wretched boy. Now,
what are you up to Sherlock?

Not so simple, my dear
Watson, but hey, look at this.

This is Tuesday's paper.

Tuesday. Now that was,

Tuesday, Tuesday, two
days before the three arts ball.

Now what do you see?

Two stars and a
hieroglyphic on the left

and two white
dots on the t of the.

No denying that.

And this is Wednesday's
paper. What do you see?

Three stars, no hieroglyphic

and one white
dot on the t of the.

Well, I'm sure
you're right, darling.

Well, don't you see?

Well yes, of course I do. No.

Oh, well then, look.

Here's a photo of the piece
torn from the newspaper.

You see? It fits perfectly,
but it's not the same paper.

One's Tuesday's and
the other's Wednesday's.

Yes, you're right!

So our client captain
hale must have realised

that a piece of his
costume had been torn off,

but did not realise that had
been torn off by lady merivale

and then tried
to, oh no, no, no.

That's not right.

Tuppence.

I think we've got to have
a chat with sir Arthur.

Oh my darling. You
always have the best ideas.

You must forgive us for
asking you here, sir Arthur.

But we've discovered something
we think you ought to know.

Yes?

And we know how anxious
you are to clear your friend.

When I was, but
even I have to give in

to the overwhelming evidence.

What would you say, sir Arthur,

if we told you that we'd
found a new piece of evidence,

that would completely
clear captain hale?

I should be overjoyed.

Supposing we told you that
we'd found the girl who was

with captain hale at the
strand corner house last night.

Marvellous. Marvellous.

Do you know, I knew
there was some mistake.

Oh, poor vere. She
must have killed herself.

Hardly that. You
forget the other man.

What other man?

[Tuppence] The man we saw
leaving the booth next to ours.

I'm afraid I didn't follow.

Are you trying to say
that there were two men

at the ball dressed
as a newspaper?

No, not at the ball.

I'm afraid I'm
thoroughly confused.

I, I don't think I could
spend any more time.

May I give you my
ideas on this subject?

When this second
man saw an opportunity,

he asked the commissionaire
to give captain hale a note.

The note telling him not
to speak to a certain lady.

But the lady herself
knows nothing of that note.

The note was certainly
not written by lady merivale,

which is why she went
to the ace of spades

to meet captain
hale as arranged.

After the second man had
seen lady merivale leave,

he followed and took a
taxi to the ace of spades.

Tommy, what time is it?

Quarter to 12.

12 tricks. Ace of spades!

Car's this way, darling.

During the journey, he
discards his devil's clothes

and assumes another disguise.

A man dressed in a newspaper.

All very cunningly planned
by this second man.

Oh good, still a
den of inequity!

Meanwhile, at the ace
of spades, lady merivale

couldn't understand where
captain hale had got to.

The man had discovered
that lady merivale was an

unfaithful wife and
had managed to get

into captain hale's
chambers to steal the dagger.

Wait here, would you?

Lady merivale
continues into the booth,

happily thinking
her love is with her.

She puts out her arms.

He goes to her and embraces her.

During the embrace he stabs her.

She cries out.

He laughs,

And leaves the ace of spades.

Where do you think he's going?

To hurry up the
drinks, I expect.

[Tuppence] So far, it was a
fairly straightforward murder.

Albert hall, please.

But on his way back
to the Albert hall,

he notices that a piece
of paper of his getup

has been torn off
by lady merivale.

That would present
great difficulties.

Unless the men happened
to be living in the same house.

Fortunately for him, they were.

This made things
simplicity itself.

He makes an exact
duplicate of the tear

in captain hale's costume.

He burns his own
costume and then prepares

to play the part
of the loyal friend.

[Dramatic music]

What do you think, sir Arthur?

A rather vivid imagination
of a charming lady

who probably reads
too many cheap novels.

[Tommy] You think so?

And a husband who is
guided by his wife. [Laughs]

I don't fancy you'll find anyone

to take this matter
too seriously.

I'd know that laugh anywhere.

So would I.

I heard it last at
the ace of spades.

And you're under a
misapprehension about both of us.

International detective agency.

So that's why inspector marriott

brought me here this morning.

It was a trap.

You're too clever by
half, mrs beresford.

Why should you worry
about an unfaithful wife

who gets her just desserts?

Tuppence!

[Suspenseful music]

Get back.

Stop him!

[Gunfire]

I'll go down and see to, um.

Poor devil. If he
was fond of his wife...

Fond of her? That's as maybe.

He was at his wits end,
where to turn for money.

Lady merivale had a
large fortune of her own

and it would all
have gone to him.

But if she'd bolted
with young hale,

he'd never have
seen a penny of it.

Oh, so that was it, was it?

It was.

Of course I sensed from
the very start that sir Arthur

was a bad lot and that
young hale was all right.

That's very smart
of you inspector.

Well we pretty well know
what's what at the yard,

but it's awkward when
you're up against the fence.

Yes, it must be.

Well, I'll be going down now.

I'd give your young
wife a glass of Brandy

if I were you, mr beresford,

she looks, as the saying
goes, a bit white about the gills.

- Fishmongers.
- Butchers.

Detectives. I was
right, wasn't I darling?

As always.

Yes, marriott was definitely
putting us on our metal.

A bold bid for game and rubber.

He finessed the wrong
way round and arrested hale.

Even so, he lost the king.

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