All language subtitles for The.Agatha.Christie.Hour.S01E08.The.Red.Signal.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor1

- The red signal.

- I beg your pardon, Sir?

You alright Sir?

- Yes, I...

I, what?

- I thought you'd spoken.

- Shouldn't you be going?

When I give you the night off,

I do intend it to
be the night off.

- Well, Sir, if you're sure.

- Of course, of course.

- I'm really, I'm
most grateful Sir.

My sister's giving a small
party for the parents.

It's their golden wedding...

- Milson, I already know.

- Yes, Sir.

- If you don't leave
at once, you'll be late

for the festivities.

- Yes Sir.

You will manage Sir?

- Wilson I'm going to dinner
with Mr. and Mrs. Jack Trent

and I can just manage to
do that without your help.

- Yes Sir.

Well, if you'll excuse me,

the fog has come down
and it's a good stretch

to the Angkor hall

- Take a cab.

- Oh no Sir, I couldn't.

- Oh come on, I insist.

If you hadn't stayed
behind to dress the baby

you would already be there.

- Well sir, most generous.

- Now, off you go.

- Yes, Sir.

Good night Sir.

- The red signal.

Why tonight of all nights?

- Still foggy?

- I'm afraid so Sir.

- I'd much rather stay here.

- Yes Sir, perhaps
I could telephone

Mr. and Mrs. Trent and
say that on account

of the inclement weather...

- No, I must go.

It isn't entirely a social call.

Which reminds me, should
Dr. Hudson telephone,

you may tell him
where to find me.

- I quite understand.

- Well, I must admit
the thought of a sale

makes the heart sick.

- That'll be Charleston
with the car.

- I shouldn't be late,
but I'll have my latchkey,

in case you want
to retire early.

No point in us both suffering
on the call of duty.

- I shall of course remain
up until your return Sir.

- There you are McKern.

I'm not too early I hope.

- Mr. Trent's in the
drawing room Madam.

- Violet!

You look ravishing.

- Because I am Jack,
what a beastly night,

thank you McKern.

- Come along here.

- I am the first, how sorted.

- That's because you had
the furthest to come.

A dry martini?
- Should one,

before a spiritual experience?

- Why ever not?

Spirit to spirits.

I've already had two.

- Is this where Mrs.
Thing will perform?

- Thompson, Mrs. Thompson.

- What a very ordinary
name for a medium.

- I believe she's a
very ordinary woman.

- But, with extraordinary gifts.

Marion Partridge has twice
spoken to Ber-ti through her.

- Poor Ber-ti, and he
went to such lengths

to escape from Marian.

- Oh Jack, you are wicked.

I swear if you don't take
this whole thing serious

that I should be very cross.

I believe in it in implicitly.

Where's Claire?

- Taking her time as usual.

Do you mind if I hurry her?

- Of course.

- I'm perfectly happy left
snooping in anybody's house.

- If you find anything
exciting do let me know.

I'm afraid we lead
a very dull life.

- People who live in Mayfair
are not allowed to be dull.

Tell Claire if she's
wearing my color

I shall send her straight
up stairs to change again.

- Hello, my darling.

I've told you before
not to play with knives.

They could cut you.

- Jack, I found it.

- And I must make sure
you don't find it again.

It'll be safe in there.

Shall we go down?

Violet's already here.

So many locks in this house.

All set?

Perfect evening for seance.

Thick fog and Violet Eversleigh.

- Poor Violet, you mustn't
be beastly about her

she's one of our
closest friends.

- Yours my love.

My best friend is
deer old Dermot.

It really is time he married.

Do you think Violet
would suite him?

But, then perhaps not.

- No?

- Well, he'd never marry
a divorcee darling,

don't you agree?

Far too up right.

- It isn't every evening
one can go to a seance.

I think it thrilling.

They say that women
have a sixth sense.

Perhaps that's why so
many of us are mediums.

Do you think that
true Sir. Alington?

- It depends what is
meant by sixth sense.

'Cause there's so
much non sense talk.

- Poor you, scientific
men are always so severe.

Is your uncle always
like this Mr. West.

- I rarely see him in
company Mrs. Eversleigh.

In fact, I didn't even
know you were acquainted.

- You may be my nephew,
but you do not know

all my acquaintance.

- Apparently not.

- It's the after
dinner entertainment

that's the real attraction.

Isn't that so, Sir Alington?

- It's true that I very
rarely go out in the evenings.

My day is taken up
with consultations,

I need time to myself.

- Yes, Mckern.

- There is a telephone call
for Sir. Alington, Madam.

A Doctor Hudson, Sir.

- As you see, I seldom get it.

If you'll excuse me.

- You're surprised to
find your uncle here.

- I certainly am.

In social terms he's
practically a recluse.

I didn't think he knew about
human beings, just cases.

- He's in for a dull
evening isn't he,

unless Mrs. Thompson turns
out to be raving mad.

Of course it could be
you he's worried about.

Claire, Dermot wants to know
why Sir. Alington is here.

- I don't care why he is here,
I'm just thrilled that he is.

What authority?

I do hope he isn't being called
away or anything like that.

Claire does this Mrs.
Thompson use a ouija board

or crystal ball?

- Nothing like that.

- Oh, what a pity.

- Jack, old boy, why is he here?

Jack, my
glass is empty too.

With all my patients

a lunatic Mrs. Eversleigh.

I stand corrected.

- Do you suppose that
there is anything

in what people
call, sixth sense?

- Absolute, bunker my love.

Your best friend is killed
in a railway accident.

Straight away you
remember that you dreamt

of a black cat last Tuesday.

Marvelous, you felt all along

that something was gonna happen.

- No, no you're mixing up
premonitions with intuition.

Come, Sir. Alington
surely you admit

that premonitions are real?

- Perhaps, but I'm damned
if I know what they are.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

We scientific men, as you
call us Mrs. Eversleigh,

have constantly to be on our
guard against coincidence.

And there is the
invariable tendency to make

the most of a story afterwards.

We scientist cannot rely
upon such frail evidence.

We must research and verify.

We take no person's
word for anything.

- So, you scientific
chaps rely heavily

on personal
observation, is that it?

- The tars-a-tar, after
all it's only natural

we should want proof.

Shall we say?

- I don't think there
is any such thing

as premonition or
intuition, or sixth sense.

Or any of the things we've
been talking about so deeply.

We go through life like a train
rushing through the darkness

to some unknown destination.

- Come on now love, even a
train rushing through the night

isn't entirely in the dark.

They are signals to follow.

- The signals, how odd.

- What did you say?

- Oh, I can see what
Jack is getting at.

The signals, green if it's
alright, red for danger.

Red for
danger, how thrilling.

Well, not exactly
that, it's more vague

and substantial.

Dear boy,
you speak as though

an actual experience.

- Oh, it is, or has been.

- Oh, do tell us Mr. West.

It's a
very boring story.

- Oh, pleas do.

- I'm sure it isn't.
- Oh, come on.

Well, it was
out in Mesopotamia,

just after the am-ne-stis.

I came into my tent
one evening and saw it.

- Saw what?

- The red signal.

- Danger, look out.

- I hadn't a ghost of an
idea what it was all about.

I made a round of the
camp, fussed unnecessarily,

I took all precautions
against an attack

by Afghanistan Arabs.

And then I went back to my tent
and as soon as I got inside,

I had the feeling again
and it's stronger.

No, it wasn't a feeling.

I saw it.

Yes, some how I saw
it, the red signal.

In the end I took my blanket
outside, rolled up in it,

and slept there.

- And?

- Well, the following morning

when I went back to the tent...

You must remember this Jack.

A whopping great knife
stuck through my bunk,

just where I should've been.

- Yeah, I remember.

Wasn't one of the Arab
servants, to blame?

- Oh it was never proved.

His son had been shot as a spy,

it was thought he
held me responsible.

But, anyway that's an example
of what I call the red signal.

- Wow, Sir. Alington?

- Very interesting story Dermot.

Why, I wonder, have you
never told it before.

- Perhaps, because I doubted
you would believe it Uncle.

- And do you Sir. Alington?

- I'm sure by now
you've had a premonition

of danger just as he says.

But, where did it come from?

Might I suggest
the subconscious.

- Oh no, subconscious
blamed for everything

these days, isn't it?

- I suggest that
some glance or look

from the saddle, will
rarely betray you.

Your conscious self did
not notice it Dermot.

But, your subconscious
self picked it up.

Believe that an attempt might
be made to assassinate you,

and succeeded in
forcing it's fears

on your conscious realization.

- Well, sounds convincing.

- But, not nearly so exciting.

- It's also possible that
you were subconsciously aware

of the hate felt
toward you by this man.

- Oh, Sir. Alington
don't be so analytical.

- My dear Mrs. Eversleigh,
how can I help being,

that is after all my profession.

- Yes, but we're
not your patients.

We're not your loonies.

- Have their been any
other instances Dermot?

- One or two, but
nothing so peculiar.

- Recently?

- No, not until...

- Oh, don't stop
there, not until what?

- No, I was merely gonna say...

- And a lot of poppycock
it is my dear boy.

- Exactly.

- Well, I believe in your
red signals Mr. West,

I really do.

Don't you Jack?

- I'm with Sir. Alington, a
little too fanciful for me.

More wine Madam?

- Oh do you think I should?

I want to be sober
for the spirits.

People we know...

- But, what is madness
Mrs. Eversleigh?

What is meant by it?

I can assure you the
more we study the subject

the more difficult we
find it to pronounce.

We all carry a certain
amount of self deception.

But, if we carried
so far as to believe

that we had shot
up all of Brussels,

then we're shut
up or restrained.

Because there's a long road
before we reach that part.

But what particular spot
of it should we wreck

opposed to say of the Psych,
sanity of the psyche madness.

It can't be done you know?

But, I will tell you this,

if a person suffering
from delusion

happens not to tell,
you shall never be able

to distinguish him or her

from a perfectly
normal individual.

- Are you alright Mrs. Trent?

- Yes, thank you.

We mustn't be too long,
Mrs. Thompson is due soon.

- Oh, just a moment Claire.

It isn't everyday that
one can sit at the feet

of an expert.

Go on Sir. Alington,
you're in full spade.

- Experts can be crashing
bores at dinner tables.

- Oh, please.

- I was simply saying Madam
that the extraordinary sanity

of the insane can be a
most interesting subject.

- I've heard that they can
be cunning, loonies, I mean.

- Remarkably so, the suppression

of one's particular delusion

has a disastrous
effect Fraulein.

- Oh, come on everyone own up.

I have a sneaking delusion
that I'm Lady Godiva.

But, only in the
middle of a heat wave.

- Not a matter for
jokes Mrs. Eversleigh.

All suppressions are dangerous.

The man who has a
harmless eccentricity

and can indulge in such,

fairly seldom goes
over the borderline.

But, the man or woman
who to all appearances

is perfectly normal,
may in reality

be a source of great danger.

- To whom?

- To the community.

Perhaps even to their
nearest and dearest.

- I am sorry.

- It's alright darling.

There's no harm done.

- Oh, how terrible.

And all from
suppressing one self.

Which only goes to show
one must be very careful

to to express one's personality.

Fortunately, I have very little
difficulty on that score.

- My dear, Mrs. Eversleigh you
insist on misunderstanding.

- Oh, I'm sorry Sir. Alington
I didn't go to university.

I am trying.

- The cause of the mischief
is in the physical matter

of the brain.

Sometimes arising out
of some outward agency,

such as a blow, sometimes
less congenital.

Hereditary is so
sad, consumption and things.

- Tuberculosis is
not hereditary.

- I'm sorry, I thought it was.

But madness is, how dreadful.

- Really my darling?
- I'm so sorry.

- You're Oliver Twist tonight.

- It's the spooks
to come, I swear.

Come along Claire.

Let's leave the
men to their Port.

One glass
and we'll be with you.

- My dear ladies
you must forgive me.

I've had a splendid evening.

Even if I have bored the
rest of you to distraction.

- It isn't over
yet Sir. Alington.

There's still the
reason for your visit.

- The reason?

- Mrs. Thompson
and her renown gift

of contacting the spirits.

- I hope you don't
analyze her Sir. Alington.

She'll get one of the
dear departed onto you.

- This isn't the
real reason is it?

For God sake Jack, why
can't you trust me?

- How about loafers like
me, we cannot resist

going forth on our Port Sunday.

- Not at all.

- But, it is a serious subject.

One to be faced.

- Port, Mr. Alington?

- With that of the
heart, such sadness.

So much in the name of honor.

There's love that
cannot be spoken.

If the person knows...

- Well, it could be me.

Frederick Fo-ll-ey
is distracted by me.

- Shhh Violet.

- On the other
hand, he isn't here

and she can hardly expect
me to pass on the message.

- I can see a woman.

Tall woman, she's
very distressed.

She knows someone here, she
wants to tell them something.

Does anyone recognize her?

- You must give
us more to go on.

- She's very distressed.

She died too soon.

Some where warm.

- Your mother died
in India Claire.

- Oh yes, India could be India.

Sad woman.

Sad for you, she fears for you.

Yes, it is India.

I know that now, she's wearing
a long white muslin dress.

- Does she say anything?

- She's sad for you, but she
understands, she understands.

Gosh if I do.

- Is there anyone there for me?

- I am at their mercy.

I'm sorry the spirits are
not there to be ordered.

They come if they will.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Who is it now?

- I can see no one, no spirits.

No one.

- Oh, this is no good.

- Don't go home.

Don't go home.

Don't, don't, no.

No, don't go home.

- Who, who?

- Don't go home?

Danger.

Light.

Fear, and blood, don't go home.

Don't, no.

Red, not much blood but enough.

Don't go home.

- Do we applaud?

- What's the good in that?

We don't even know who
she was talking to.

- Is it over?

- That's all I'm afraid.

How long has it been?

Three
quarters of an hour.

- Oh, not long I'm sorry.

I know how
disappointing it can be.

Was there anything?

- Towards the end you saw
Mrs. Trent's mother in India.

- Oh, and how did I
know it was India.

- Mr. Trent told you.

- Oh, that's a pity.

You see, we pick
things up so quickly

when we're in that state.

Pity, if you told me,
it's not trust worthy.

Indeed.

- My dear Sir. Alington
how you unbelievers love

to find a flaw.

But, you must find that in
your line of work, as well.

You deal with the suttle
world, I with the spirit world.

Both are implausible
to the unenlightened.

But, was that all
that took place?

- That and the fact that
none of us should go home.

Which is going to
put a severe strain

on the hospitality of our hosts.

- I said that?

Danger and blood.

All
manor of mayhem.

- Sudden death.

I beg your pardon?

- Oh, it's gone now.

But, there's an atmosphere here.

Has anybody died recently
connected to any of you?

- People dropping down like
flies left, right, and center.

- No, there is something,

I wonder why you came
tonight Sir. Alington.

Not to see me, I'm sure of that.

- But are we to go home ever?

I mean what am I supposed to do?

- Come dancing with us Violet.

We're off to the
Grafton Galleries.

- Violet is already
invited Jack.

- Well, come 12
o'clock it's a new day.

I'm sure the curse
won't last that long.

- I'm sorry, but my
role is to communicate,

not to advice.

- Well, I for one
certainly am going home.

I'm an old man and old men turn
into pumpkins at 12 o'clock.

- Mrs. Thompson can
I give you a lift?

My man is bringing
the car around,

in fact he should be here.

- No thank you, I like to
walk after communicating.

- Sir. Alington's motor
car is at the door Madam.

- Didn't I say so?

Dermot, you will accompany me?

- Oh don't drag him
away Sir. Alington,

I should be a wall
flower without him.

- I only want to speak to him
for a moment Mrs. Eversleigh.

He can join you at the Grafton.

- Of course, Uncle.

- If I could have my coat.

- I should only go
if you go Dermot.

Do you know the new
quick step reverse?

I shall teach it to you.

I only just made it
up, so no one else

could possibly know it.

I don't know why
you're dancing with Dermot,

he's got two left feet.

I don't
believe a word of it.

Wasn't that a thrilling evening?

- You're very troubled.

- No, no.

- How did your mother
die Mrs. Trent?

- It was never known.

- There's a sickness here.

I know it, I can feel it.

- Go away, go away from me.

I'm alright.

- I'm sorry, but I
can't help feeling...

- I will see that a check is
sent to you Mrs. Thompson.

- Mrs. Trent I can't
help my feeling.

- Good night Mrs. Thompson.

- What can't wait?

- What I have to
say won't take long.

- I know, no the Grafton
is only a step away.

- Oh good, alright
Charleston good night to you.

Where'd the devil
did I put the key?

- Good night, Sir
Alington, Mr. Dermot.

- Good night Charleston.

- That's darn odd.

- I can swear I brought the key.

It's not here.

Found it Johnson, I
never lose things.

- No Sir., I'll have a
fellow search for it Sir.

- Yes, yes, but
only in the morning.

You go to bed now.

Well, no service old chap,
couple of whiskeys and sodas.

- No thank you Uncle.

Come along Dermot, you've
got plenty of time.

The Grafton is only
just around the corner.

- Straight away Sir.

- Ah, very well.

- Come over by the fire.

Have a warm.

Filthy night.

- What is it Uncle?

- You don't know?

- Perhaps, I'm not sure.

- You're my only relative
Dermot, I have the right to ask.

What does Mrs. Jack
Trent mean to you?

Well, let me put it another way.

Am I mistaken or have you
certain unrest for the girl?

Well?

- Jack Trent is my best friend.

- That is not...

- And I wish he'd
never married her.

- I dare say you find my
views highly puritanical.

Be that as it may, I must
remind you that you are my heir.

- Well, there's no
question of divorce.

We haven't even spoken of it.

- My dear chap, it
is not for reasons

which I understand
perhaps better than you.

- There will be women before
for you, I can assure you

there will be women to come.

Claire Trent is not for you.

- Why were you
there this evening?

That ridiculous seance would
not have lured you away

from the comfort of
your own house side.

And yet I do know.

Perhaps, better than you think

the reason for your
presence there this evening.

- You know?

- I think so.

Am I right when I
say you were there

in your professional capacity?

- Yes, of course I could
not have told you so myself.

And yet I fear it will
soon be common property.

- Poor Claire.

I've known for so long
that all was not well.

If only I had...

- Dermot, there is
nothing you could've done.

- Your mind is made up?

- There's insanity in the
family, on the mother's side.

- The mother?

- Sad, very sad case.

- Oh, I can't believe it.

- The evidence is conclusive.

In such cases the patient must
be placed under restraints

soon as possible.

- Oh my God.

But, you, you can't.

You can't lock somebody
away for doing nothing.

- Patients are only
placed under restraints

when they're being at large,

would result in great
danger to the community.

A very great danger.

- How great?

- In all probability
homicidal mania.

It was so in the mother's case.

- I don't believe it.

- What?

Not one word.

Doctors make mistakes
everybody knows that.

They're always so keen
to be proved right

in their own specialties.

- Dermot, don't be an idiot.

- I don't believe it!

But, even if I
did, I don't care.

I love Claire.

I have always loved her.

Since the first
day that I met her.

She married my best friend Jack.

And now if she will, if
she will come away with me,

I shall take her away,
I shall guard her.

I shall look after her, I
shall care for her with love.

- I forbid it, you hear?

- I do not hear you Uncle.

- Understand me Dermot, if
you do this shameful thing

it's the end between us.

I shall withdraw my
allowance to you.

And I swear to you, you
shall not receive a penny

of my fortune after my death.

- Do you think that will
make any difference?

I'm talking about the woman
I love, have always loved.

- Oh boy, you never the less...

- You say one more
word against her,

and by God I'll kill you.

- That'll do Johnson.

Go to bed now.

- Thank you Sir.

Good night.

- I'm sorry Uncle I should
not have spoken to you

in that way.

- We'll say no more about it.

- Johnson?

- Whatever Johnson thinks,
he will keep to himself.

- Of course I can quite see
from your point of view,

you are right.

But, the idea that any
monetary conditions

can detour me is absurd.

I think we've both said more
than enough for one evening.

Good night uncle.

- Dermot.

- There really is no
good in arguing further.

My mind is made up.

Good night Uncle.

- Dermot, is that you?

- You need help.

I can help you.

- Ah, Mr. West.

- Hello, Gita.
- Nice to see you again.

- I'm with a friend's
party, they're expecting me.

- Mrs. Eversleigh is on
the dance floor right now.

- Thanks.

Hello there.

- Ah, there you are Mr. West.

- Have you seen Jack?

- I've been pining for you.

- Or Mrs. Trent?

- So, I danced with Gary.

You know Gary Benson?

Don't go too far away.

- Claire.

- It's you.

- Would you like to
dance Mrs. Trent?

- You called me
Claire just then.

- Did I?

I'm sorry, I do beg your pardon.

- Please don't apologize.

After all we are old friends.

I can't think where
Jack could've gone to.

I was just looking for him.

Yes please, I would
like to dance.

- Sir. Alington returned
home at five minutes to 11.

- Where'd he been?

- He'd been dining with
Mr. And Mrs. Jack Trent

at their house in South Street.

- And he returned alone?

- No, he was accompanied by
his nephew, Mr. Dermot West.

But, I'm sure...

- Yes?

- Oh, it's been a
terrible shock, I'm sorry.

- Of course, you were
saying, you're sure?

- They were having
some sort of argument.

- Oh?

- Mr. Alington told me to
bring two whiskeys and sodas.

Very fond of a whiskey
last thing he is, was.

Mr. Dermot said
he would have one

before going on to
the Grafton Galleries.

That's a dancing
establishment and a night club

in Whitmore Street,
not five minutes away.

- I know where it is.

- Oh dear, this
is very difficult.

And it is just a turn of phrase.

Isn't it?

- Just tell me what happened.

- Well when I returned
with the whiskeys

they were arguing, as I said.

And I heard Mr. Dermot say,
you say one word against her

and I'll kill you.

Something like that.

- I see.

- Of course, I don't know

to what young lady
he was referring.

- Young lady?

- Well, I assumed so.

And it was in the
heat of the moment.

I mean, we do say things.

- Sir. Alington is
dead Mr. Johnson.

As no weapon has been
found we must assume

it is his murder we
are dealing with.

- I cannot believe
it Mr. Dermot.

- What is his relationship
to Sir. Alington?

- Sir. Alington was his uncle.

- So you said.

I mean, were they close?

- Oh yes, Mr. Dermot
was Sir. Alington's

only living relative.

- I see.

- You're tired?

- I want to say
something to you,

is there some where
we can go to talk?

I want to speak to you.

- Yes, of course.

Over there.

- It's nice here.

- Yes.

- No.

- If I can help, there's
nothing I wouldn't do for you.

- Then go away don't
see me, leave us.

- Go, but why?

- I can't explain.
- You must.

- Oh please do not make me.

- I would not make you do
anything against your will.

- Dear, dear Dermot.

- There is something you
wanted to say to me, please

don't send me away.

- I must, you said you
would do anything for me.

Or is it too much to ask?

- No, not if it will
bring you happiness.

- Happiness, you
must go because,

because, I cannot say it.

- I love you Claire.

- No.

- I have tried not
to let this happen

because Jack is my friend.

But, if I am the cause of
only part of your distress,

then of course I will go.

But, I will not stop loving you.

- Nor I you my darling.

That is why we must part.

I think I knew, but I
didn't dare to hope.

It is too late my
darling for us.

- No, if we have courage.

- We do not come
into this story.

It's something you do not
know, which alters everything.

- You mean what my
uncle thinks he knows?

- Oh please don't cry,
I can't bear to see it.

I'm hear, I'm with you,
I will look after you.

I don't believe all
that my uncle says.

I never dared hope
you could care for me.

Now we will go away together.

- No, don't you see,
I couldn't love now,

it would be ugly.

We cannot run away, not now.

I've tried to be
brave and strong.

I've tried, but
you make me weak.

Oh, please, please go.

I'm trying to do what is right.

If you really love me,
then I beg of you go.

- Claire please.

- It's the only way for us,

any other way would
be unthinkable.

You cannot help me.

There is no future for us.

- If I can ever be
of any assistance...

- Just go.

- Mr. West, come
and dance with me.

I seem to have
exhausted poor Gary.

- Bad luck old thing.

- Oh, come along
Gary, even an old poot

can manage one more fox trot.

- This isn't a dance
embarrassment Violet.

- Coat for Mr.
West please Alice.

- Hello Dermot.

- Sorry, Jack old
boy, I'm pushing off.

I'm not really in
the mood for dancing.

- It's a rotten night out.

Here, let me help with that.

So, you're leaving
poor old Violet pining.

- I'm sorry Jack, I really
don't feel like talking.

- Well Dermot, at least
you haven't got my worries.

Seen Claire?

- Yes, she's in
there some where.

- What is it Gita?

- This gentlemen is looking
for Mr. West Mr. Trent.

He was in your party earlier?

- Over five or ten minutes ago.

Don't I know you?

- Inspector Verrall,
Scotland Yard.

- What has happened?

- We're looking for
Mr. Dermot West Madam.

- Well, I can give
you his address.

What's happened to him?

- Well, it's Sir.
Alington West Sir.,

I believe he dined
with you tonight.

- Has anything happened to him?

- I'm afraid he's dead ma'am.

- How on earth, what the devil?

- Yes?
- Mr. West?

- No, Mr. West is not at
home at the moment Sir.

- I see.

- Can I be of any help?

- And you are?

- Milson Sir., Mr. West's man.

- Mind if we step inside Milson?

- Well, I would prefer if you...

- Better than having
us hanging about

in the corridor don't you think?

You're
on your way out Milson?

- Just this minute got in Sir.
- Oh.

Take a look around for me.

- Right Sir.

- You don't mind?

- Do you have a warrant?

- Soon get one.

Just got in you say?

- Yes, I've been out celebrating

the parent's golden wedding.

- Ah yes, that's very nice.

- What exactly is
going on Inspector?

- Oh just a few inquiries...

- Mr. Milson, about what?

- When are you
expecting Mr. West back?

- Not for some
considerable time Sir.

You would probably find
him at the Grafton Gallery.

- Someone's been in
the whiskey recently,

and smoked a cigarette.

- While the cat's away...

- I don't know what
you're implying.

- Of course not.

Alright Colly.

- Alright Sir.

- We've been to the
Grafton Galleries,

he'd already left there.

- Look inspector aren't you
being a little over zealous?

Whatever my master
is accused of,

I am sure it cannot be serious.

- He isn't accused of anything

we just wanna ask
him a few questions.

- About what?

- The sudden and unexpected
death of his uncle,

Sir. Alington West.

- What?

How?

- Inspector?
- Yes?

- Can you come in here Sir?

It's been fired recently Sir.

- Is this Mr. West's revolver?

- No, I mean I don't know.

But, of course it isn't.

Mr. West doesn't own a revolver.

- Then how do you suppose it
got into his chest of drawers?

- I have no idea.

- Very loyal Milson.

I suggest that your master
has already been home

and hidden it here.

- If it's in his
chest of drawers

it's hardly hidden, isn't it?

- True, you wait here Colly.

I'll get this down
to the laboratory.

If Mr. West returns, you
will of course apprehend him.

- Very good Sir.

- Inspector, how did my,

my master's uncle
Sir. Alington die?

- He was shot Sir., one
shot from a revolver.

Clean through the forehead.

- I see.

- I don't need to
say this, I'm sure,

but you wait here
with the constable.

Till such time, as your
master either returns

or is apprehended else where.

- Does that mean
I'm under arrest?

- No, just helping the
police with inquiries.

- A bit of a shock for you.

- Yes, I can hardly believe it.

- I wouldn't say
no to a cup of tea.

- Oh yes, of course Sir.

- Thank you for that Sir.

You can never tell with
some people ya know?

Sir. Alington's man
actually heard your master

threaten to kill him.

- Ah, yes but that was,

I mean people say
things don't they?

- Yes.

- Still foggy?

- Pretty thick.

Nice Mayfair.

Nice class of person.

- Oh, apparently not.

- Some of the very top
people commit murder ya know?

I was just going off
duty when this happened.

- Oh so you were
expected home, were you?

- Part of the hazards.

- Is there anyone you
would care to telephone?

- Who do you think I am?

- Well, I'm sure Mr.
West wouldn't mind.

- No, that's not what I meant.

If I could just
call the station.

Ask someone to take a
message around to the misses.

She worries.

- The telephone is in the hall.

- I do know, bit of an
expert at noticing things.

Oh, thank you.

- It's alright old boy, it's me.

- Jack.

- I came to warn you the
police are looking for you.

- I know they've
already been here.

- Damn, I wanted to
get to you first.

- It's alright, I've
given them the slip,

but not for long.

- Come on then.

- Who could've done it?

And why?

Why kill poor old Alington?

And then why plant
the gun on me?

I just don't understand it.

- Nor do I old son.

But at least being here
will buy us some time.

We've gotta put
our heads together

and work it out.

- Yes, Jack where
would I be without you?

- I'm just glad
I'm able to help.

- You don't think that I...
- Of course not,

old chap, that doesn't
even need saying.

- No, no I do know.

Jack I'm terribly
afraid for all of us.

Where is Claire?

- Claire, she's gone
home with Violet.

Very upset by it all.

But, old Violet
she'll look after her.

- My God, I'm so terribly sorry.

- Sorry?

- Uncle Alington told me.

- Told you?

- About Claire,
about her condition.

I'm so desperately sorry.

You know I should've stayed
there and faced it out

with the police, but
you see I panicked

for a terrible moment,

I thought perhaps Claire had...

- Claire?

- Yes, well don't you see,
she would want Alington dead

because Alington knew.

Oh my God, I can't even now
bring myself to believe it.

What is it Jack?

- That seance, I
was just remembering

that ridiculous seance.

Don't go home.

Don't go home.

Meant for Sir.
Alington, I suppose.

- Or me, it would've been safer

for me not to have gone home.

- Yes, Dermot old son I'm
afraid you're done for.

- Jack what are you doing?

- Ringing Scotland
Yard, of course.

Tell' em you're
here, safe and sound,

under lock and key.

That door is locked,
you can't get away.

I have the key.

That other door leads
to Claire's room.

And, I promise you it'll be
locked on the other side.

- I did not kill my uncle.

You know that.

And you probably
suspect who did,

but there's no way
to protect her.

- I wanna show you something.

She's afraid of me you see.

Poor beautiful Claire.

Been afraid of me
for a long time.

That's why she sent
for your uncle,

that famous helper of,

what did Violet
call' em, loonies?

And he won't be
helping them anymore.

Look at it Dermot.

Did you ever see such
a beautiful knife?

She always knows when
I'm thinking of it.

I'm saving it for her.

- Not Claire, but you.

It was you my uncle
came to observe.

You!
- No!

No, that knife isn't for you.

And contrary to what
you might be thinking,

this gun did not kill Alington.

But, the one in your drawer did.

Both of you.

Two birds, one damn clever plot.

You must admit it old chap.

I took his latchkey,
and your own.

Slipped away while I
was parking the car.

First Alington, and on to
your flat, back to the dance.

So easy, I returned
your key to you

and we said good night.

You didn't know.

- But, why?

Why?

- He wanted to shut me up.

Lock me away.

That's why he was here tonight.

But, I'm not ill.

It's her.

She wants you, ya know?

But, the law wouldn't
let her have you.

If I had been shut away, she
still wouldn't have been free.

But, nevermind Dermot old chap,

I'm not mad so the
problem won't arise.

And you are going to hang
for the death of your uncle.

It's all so beautiful.

And that knife,

that knife is for her.

Later.

So, so perfect.

Well, you must see
how brilliant it is.

Well?

- That message was meant
for you too, old boy.

- Message?

- You shouldn't have
come home either.

That was your mistake.

You should've taken
me some where else.

Behind you Jack.

- Dermot!

- Keep her back Inspector!

Keep her back Inspector!
- I'm gonna kill her!

- Gun Colly.

- Don't do it, jack.

- Dermot, Dermot, Dermot!

Dermot.

- Mrs. Trent.