All language subtitles for Midnight.Lace.1960.720p.BluRay.x264.YIFY

[Man] Taxi!

- Still pretty thick.
- Sure is.

A real London fog.
Shall I call a cab for you?

No. I can walk it.
We live across the square. Thank you.

- You're welcome, Mrs Preston.
- Bye-bye.

Hold on to Mummy's hand, Alfred.
We don't want you getting lost.

- Yes, Mummy.
- Taxi!

[Woman] Taxi!
[Man] Taxi!

[Faint tapping]

[Tapping becomes louder]

Oh.

[Echoing high voice] Mrs Preston.

Over here.

So close I could reach out
and put my hands on your throat.

- Who are you?
- Here.

Over here now, Mrs Preston.

By the statue of your late president.

Who are you? What do you want?

You'll know when the time comes,
Mrs Preston,

just before I kill you.

Careful, Mrs Preston.
I wouldn't want you to get hurt.

Not yet.

Nora! Nora!

Nora won the Irish Sweep and left.
I'm the new maid.

- Oh, Tony.
- What is it? Swallowed too much fog?

I've never been so frightened.
I couldn't even scream. I just ran.

You've no idea. It was horrible.
He said he was going to kill me.

- Who said?
- A man.

- What man?
- I don't know.

- You don't know?
- I couldn't see him.

All I heard was a horrible voice
coming out of the fog.

First it was this side, then that side.

It was high and sing-song.
Like a puppet's.

Like a puppet?

Promise you won't hit me?
Someone's been pulling your leg.

- There was a man. I heard him.
- I'm sure you did, darling.

He's laughing his head off at the local
with the other members of the club.

- What club?
- Look, darling...

Whenever there's a thick fog
in London - a peasouper -

practical jokers crawl
out of the woodwork.

Wait till you see the morning's papers.

Dozens of ladies will have complained
about invisible goblins in Hyde Park

and 100 to one there'll be a bedpan
on top of Nelson's Column.

But he called me Mrs Preston
and he knew I was an American. How?

How do you climb Nelson's Column?
Practical jokers have talents.

Not commendable, but highly special.

Well, I can't believe it. Is it true?

Of course.
How do you think I lost my hat?

Hat?

Yes. Barrelling down Piccadilly
at two miles an hour, black as ink,

I stuck my head out of the window

and a hand lifted
my brand-new homburg off my head.

A grateful voice murmured,
''Much obliged, guv'nor.''

He might well have been.
That hat cost me �10.

This is incredible.

I'm sorry you were scared, darling.

Even sorrier about my hat.

You've got lots of hats.

[Chuckles] Let's have a drink.

Well, I need something.

- Straighten everything out at the Embassy?
- Finally.

They do a lot of lost passports.
I'll get mine next week.

Good. That'll save us trouble in Italy.

- Italy?
- Yes. On our way to Venice.

Venice! Oh, Tony! Do you mean it?

Three short months ago
I promised you a honeymoon.

Every day's been a honeymoon.

You've never felt married
to a corporation?

Well, now that you asked, yes.

Darling, when do we leave?

21st. I booked a gondola for midnight.
Can you make it?

[English accent] I think so, ducks.

To Venice.

To us.

It's a ruddy shame, if you ask me.

- No respect for English heroes.
- What happened?

Some hooligans went up in the fog
and painted him pink.

Horatio Nelson, mind you.

Pink.

Here we are, ma'am. Preston Building.

That'll be eight and six, ma'am.

Eight and six...

Take it out of this, will you, please?

Add a good tip for yourself.

- Thank you very much, ma'am.
- You're welcome.

..someone who knows I borrowed on
the shares to keep the mine running,

who knows that if he can drive the
stock lower, I'll be sold out, ruined.

By ''someone'', Mr Elliott,
do you mean someone here at Preston's?

You hold my note, only the men in this
room have seen my engineer's report.

There's a fortune waiting
if you buy in at the bottom.

We're not in the habit of destroying
the men we deal with.

I don't know. I'm no financier.
Gold's my game.

Isn't that beside the point,
Mr Elliott?

Are you going to extend my note
or do you let me go under?

Let me remind you,
you've been granted two extensions.

And we do have an obligation
to our shareholders.

However, we'll see what can be done.

Daniel, see Mr Elliott out.

If I lose Wiluna West,
somebody's going to pay for it.

- Oh!
- Allow me, Mrs Preston.

- What...?
- Please forgive Mr Elliott.

I will if he's on his
way to an eye doctor.

You're looking marvellous today.
That's a most becoming outfit.

You always say exactly the right thing.

- I'll tell Mr Preston you're here.
- All right.

Hi, darling. What do you think?

Don't let Carstairs see.
He has a weak heart.

It's called Midnight Lace.
Do you like it?

At least you'll be cool. No telling
what will happen to my temperature.

If it doesn't go sky-high,
this goes back in the morning.

You've got a sale.

Hartnell's, Michel.
An expensive morning.

Only on approval. I wanted you to
like them before I bought a thing.

- That's odd.
- What's odd?

- I just had a call from Hartnell's.
- From Hartnell's?

Yes. The sales girl said
you'd overpaid her by five pounds.

Oh, dear.

English money gets me into
more trouble.

Your inventive mind
helps a little bit too.

I didn't want to fib, darling.

I was going to tell you at lunch,
after your martini.

Oh, about that.
I'm afraid it's my turn. I'm sorry.

Oh, Tony. Not again.

I phoned you, but you'd gone out.
It's an all-day session.

I had a lovely table on the terrace
at Les Ailes.

It can't be helped.

Come on, darling. Fair exchange.
One fib for one broken date.

- My mistake. Several broken dates.
- Is it really important?

Darling. Do you think I'd give up
having lunch with you if it wasn't?

- How are you, Kit?
- Hello, Charles.

- Are you coming to say hello?
- I was just leaving.

Too bad. The board
could do with a touch of glamour.

- Do you mind if I use your phone?
- Help yourself.

- I'll see you to the lift.
- Goodbye, Charles.

- Will they hold our table till dinner?
- It'll be chilly.

I've got a better idea. Let's have
Nora fix us something at home.

- Would you rather?
- It's safer with my temperature up.

This little lace thingumabob.

- Excuse me, sir?
- Carry on, Kevin.

The noon post, sir.

That's right. 500 each way,
Bold River at Sandown.

What do you mean, you can't take it?

I don't care how much I'm into you for.
I'm no welsher.

There are plenty of other firms
where my credit will not be questioned.

You don't think so? We'll see.

[Tony] Anything the matter, Charles?

No. I'm just bothered
about that Elliott business.

- Think there's anything in it?
- I doubt it, but we'll look into it.

[Noisy drilling and clanking]

Look out below! Look out below!

- Are you all right?
- Yes, I think so. What happened?

- What happened, Harry?
- The ring snapped.

Use a heavier one
before you wipe out half the population.

The pretty half.

- Are you sure you're all right?
- No, I'm not.

I'm terribly sorry about this.

I'll get your things for you.

[Woman] Kit!

- What on earth...?
- I'm all right, Peg.

- Need any help?
- No. Everything's fine. Thanks to...

Brian Younger. I'm the contractor.

I hope your building stays up.

So do I!
I'll take these things up for you.

No. No, really. I'm perfectly fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Thank you very much.

I hope you'll forgive us, Mrs Preston.

Of course.

Mr Younger?

- Yes?
- How did you know my name?

I thought I handled that
rather brilliantly.

I asked the postman. Excuse me.

- What are you doing back so early?
- What?

I met Tony this morning.
He said you had a luncheon date.

- Oh, that.
- The groom was like a little boy.

The groom stood me up for a meeting.

Oh. Well, don't look so glum. At least
your husband comes home at night.

All I have of Roy is a signature
at the bottom of a weekly letter.

- Try curling up with that.
- Where's his boat now?

Dry dock in Singapore.

For your information, darling,
in the Royal Navy, they call it a ship.

Oh. I'll remember that.
When do we meet this husband of yours?

He's due for a leave in a couple of months.
I hope we recognise each other.

Come up and we'll have a cry
over a hamburger.

As soon as I've posted this -
for Roy to curl up with.

- Oh. With or without onions?
- With.

When your husband's ten thousand miles
away, what does it matter?

- How do, Mrs Preston?
- Hello, Malcolm.

Nora, I told you to go home.
You should not be working with that cold.

- I'll be off in a jiffy.
- Goodbye, Mother.

Thank you. You'll get it back and more.

Goodbye, dear. Take care of yourself.

Cheerio, Mrs Preston.

Oh, Malcolm?
How's the new job going?

Going's not the word for it. It's gone.

G-O-N-E. Gone.

- I'm sorry.
- There's no need to be. Really.

They were a dreadful bunch of clots.

Nose to the grindstone from nine till five.
I felt like a shoe salesman.

- What are you going to do now?
- I don't know really.

I was thinking of going into public relations.
It's quite the thing.

Do you know anything about it?

Oh, PR's merely a question
of knowing the right people

and I'm luckier than most chaps
in that department.

Considering everything, you know?

If you mean you're lucky having Nora
for a mother... Yes, I know.

Well, er, I'm due at the Ivy for a bite.

My best to Mr Preston.

Oh... Thank you for everything
you've done for Mother.

I'm very glad she's here.

Bye now.

- Nora?
- Yes, ma'am?

Just a minute.

Here.

I want you to buy yourself a decent coat

and I don't want to see you
until your cold is better.

- Do you understand?
- Bless you, ma'am.

Oh, Lordy. I nearly forgot.
A cable came for you. I put it on the bar.

Thank you, Nora.

[Phone]

Hello?

Yes. Yes, I remember.

What?

What a horrible... You must be insane.

Why?

Who are you? Who are you?!

Who...?

[Buzzer]

- Who is it?
- Peggy.

Peggy...

I brought some pickles
to fight the onions.

What on earth...? Kit, what is it?

A man on the phone just now...

- An awful man.
- Who was he?

I don't know.

He told me to listen
and then he said it.

Said what?

Just...

filth.

You must have got one of those
telephone talkers with a kink.

I know a girl who didn't get the blush
off her face for a month. Then what?

He said he was going to kill me
before the month is out.

You got one of the less romantic ones.

Oh, Peggy, he means it.

They always sound
as though they mean it, pet.

- But I'm scared.
- Yes, you are, aren't you?

Shouldn't we call Tony?

No... No.

He's at a board meeting.

I'll tell him tonight.

Don't let it get you down.

The man's had his fun. Ten to one
you'll never hear from him again.

That's what Tony said the first time.

The first time?
You mean it's happened before?

- Yesterday in the fog.
- And he said the same thing?

- Yes. The same voice.
- About killing you?

That makes it more important
than any board meeting.

Mrs Preston, can you think
of anybody who might want to kill you?

- No, Inspector.
- Or upset you for any reason?

- No.
- A servant you dismissed?

- Isn't this a little far-fetched?
- No, I don't think so.

A former admirer who may
have set his cap at your fortune?

- No.
- No enemies?

None that I know of.

Not that revenge is often a motive
in these cases, of course.

It's usually just the impulse of a man
who's sexually off the track.

Oh, no need to be alarmed, Mrs Preston.

They get their satisfaction
at the end of the telephone

by shocking you, making you gasp.

The intake of your
breath is like a kiss.

- [Knocking]
- Come in.

Whenever you're ready, sir.

Sometimes I think the Blitz left us with more
derelict minds than derelict buildings.

These phone cranks, for instance.
Our file on them is a mile high.

One of ours wasn't on the phone.

Yes. The park.
All cut from the same cloth.

The fog made him just as anonymous
as the man on the phone.

- Was it the same voice each time?
- Yes. Yes, it was.

Do you recall
any distinguishing characteristic?

Accent, timbre,
some oddity of phrasing? Anything?

Yes. His voice was very high-pitched...

- She said it was sort of ''sing-song''.
- Yes.

Yes. It was unreal, I thought.

It all seems so unreal.

- He disguised his voice of course.
- Ready, Inspector.

Mrs Preston, would you sit over here?

Once in a blue moon we manage
to pull these fellows in.

Then we tape their voices on the QT -
in a cell, court, anywhere.

There's a chance
you might recognise your man.

We'll forgive you if you blush.

Some of them
would make Freud sit up and blink.

There.

Mr Preston?

I suppose a man in your position
is bound to have some enemies.

There's a few men who won't
send flowers to my funeral,

but this isn't their cup of tea.

Your wife's in good health?

Yes. Like a young racehorse. Why?

It's sometimes a factor.
Your work keep you away from home much?

- No more than the next man.
- Much less than it does me, I'm sure.

How does she like London?
Does she miss the American way of life?

If you want to know if my wife's happy,
I suggest it's she you ask.

- I'm sorry. We have to.
- Mind telling me why?

We waste time looking for
crank phone chaps who don't exist,

except in the minds of unhappy women.

You'd be surprised how
far a wife will go

to make her neglectful husband
toe the mark.

I don't think so, Mr Preston.
I don't think so at all.

- Any luck?
- The last was closest, but I don't...

Crowther.
He's doing three years in Dartmoor.

Crowther?
Oh, yes. Wild for long red hair.

That's all we can do till next time.

- The next time?
- Perhaps. If he enjoyed your gasp.

Please, please don't worry, Mrs Preston.

If he'd meant it,
he'd have done something in the park.

Just one thing. I'd stay out of peasoupers,
if I were you, in future.

Just to be on the safe side.

- Thank you.
- Not at all, Mr Preston.

Bea!

Oh. Gosh, it's good to see you.

- Oh, I've missed you terribly.
- Same here.

Oh, I haven't done this in years.
Not in public, anyway.

There you are.
You've beaten me through Customs.

Basil, I've been one step ahead of you
since you boarded at Karachi.

You're right, by Jove.

Lucky for me it was a jet. One more
hour aloft and I'd have been done for.

I was beginning to tire over the Alps.

Darling, this is Basil Stafford.
You've probably drunk his quinine water.

- My niece, Kit Preston.
- How do you do?

Can I give you a lift into town?

I have a car, thank you.

Wonderful. I'll dismiss my chauffeur.

No, no. You run along like a good boy.

I haven't seen Kit since one
of your countrymen kidnapped her

from my shack in Bermuda last summer.

It's going to be woman talk.

All right.
I'll give you a ring. Claridges?

- I won't leave the phone.
- Dazzling!

- But you're staying at the Plaza.
- If he cares enough, he'll find me.

- Oh, Bea.
- Let me look at you.

Three months of wedlock haven't
done any harm. You look radiant.

- How's the groom?
- He's fine.

He wanted to be here but something
came up at the last minute.

Ah, the jungles of finance.
Men must work and women must weep.

I used to think Father was eager.
Tony's got him beat.

The office lets us have
breakfast together.

Count your blessings.
At least he has an office.

You wouldn't want what I've had.

Three charming lapdogs with no ambition
beyond clipping my coupons.

- Oh, Bea.
- That's it, ma'am. Ten pieces.

The car's just over there. Daimler hire.

A dedicated hunter, the Maharajah.

The trouble was I didn't realise
that all the time I was stalking tigers,

he was stalking me.

Believe me, I was much safer
in the jungle than in the palace.

Oh, Bea. Don't ever change.

I try not to, but the bills at the beauty
parlour get bigger every year.

Oh. You don't know how good
it makes me feel having you here.

Good and safe.

What do you mean? Safe from what?

- Did I say that?
- Come on now.

You haven't been able to fool
Aunt Bea since you were two.

Well, it's just some stupid thing
that's been happening really.

A man's been calling me on the telephone

and saying that he's going to kill me.

Kill you?

- Have you reported it to the Embassy?
- We went to Scotland Yard.

Yes. They're supposed
to be good too. Well?

He's just a crackpot.
They call them telephone talkers.

Oh, one of those.
They have them here too?

Scads of them, they say.

I was once in Dublin for a horse show
and I got a call at the Sheldon

from a man who wanted to dress me
in black underwear...personally.

It was the most stimulating minute
I spent in Ireland.

Oh, you're beautiful.

Oh, Kitten, don't worry
about that crackpot.

I'm here
and everything's going to be all right.

Starting tonight.
Tony's taking us out on the town.

Good. Thank heaven
there are no tigers in London.

- Is that you, Tony?
- Yes, darling.

- You look beautiful.
- Thank you.

More.

After I've had a pick-me-up.

I didn't waste my day.
It's already made.

What a perfect wife. How's Bea?
Bring any stuffed heads back with her?

One. She met him on the plane.

- She's bringing a date tonight.
- The stuffed head?

No. An old beau.

You'll never guess. Charles Manning.

- Our Charles Manning?
- The very same. Your treasurer.

I thought his only
hobby was slow horses.

- Come on. We're in a hurry.
- Wait a minute, darling.

I've got a little knick-knack for you.

Oh, Tony. What is it?

One of the Crown Jewels.
Don't wear it around the Palace.

I love presents.

Tony.

I'm afraid it doesn't float.

Oh, darling. Thank you.

I'll have the only diamond gondola
on the Grand Canal.

Oh, Kit. I, er...

- We're not going.
- Not for a while. That Elliott business.

And this was just to soften the blow.

I rather hoped it would.

Believe me, darling, if other people
weren't involved, I'd drop everything.

Why don't you go to Venice
as planned? I'll join you.

Take Bea.
At least you'll have a chuckle or two.

That's the way I've always dreamed
of going to Venice.

The moon on the Grand Canal
and the gondoliers singing...

and Aunt Bea beside me, chuckling.

I've got a job to do. You wouldn't
want an irresponsible husband.

No, Tony.

Just a husband.

I'm terribly sorry, darling.

You'd better get dressed.
They'll be here soon.

I'll be up in a minute.

[Phone]

Hello?

Tony.

Keep talking.
I'll takeit in the bedroom.

Yes... Yes, I am here.

No. No, don't... Don't!

Why didn't you keep him talking?

I couldn't stand it, Tony.
The things he said.

I might have spotted his voice.

I couldn't stand it.
I just couldn't stand it.

Oh, I'm sorry, my darling.

- You've got to do something.
- Yes.

Not at all, Mr Preston.
We're here to be disturbed.

Oh, he did? The same man, of course?

Mm. Persistent cuss.

My wife can't take much more of this.

It's pretty upsetting,
this sort of business.

May I suggest you get
an unlisted telephone number

and keep a record
of everyone you give it to?

I'll call the GPO myself
and make the request, if you like.

Not at all.

Just one more thing, Mr Preston...

Were you there when the call came?

Yes, I was. Why do you ask?

I merely thought perhaps you might have
been able to listen for yourself.

Well, it didn't quite happen that way.
I picked up the extension, but...

He'd rung off, I suppose.

Oh... Oh, your wife had?

Pity. Did she say why?

You know what he's been saying.
She couldn't listen to another word.

- Is that difficult to understand?
- Of course not.

We do have to ask
rather odd questions in our job.

Surely that's not difficult
to understand either?

I'm sorry, Inspector. I'm afraid
this matter's wearing us all down.

Don't hesitate to call me at any time.
I'll see to the change of number.

I don't think Mrs Preston
will have any more trouble. Good night.

[* Romantic dance]

[Charles] More champagne, Emilio.
The whole night's on a filly.

She beat the favourite.

Won me a packet.

Charles must be a very dedicated treasurer.
He adores the feel of money.

Why not? There's nothing wrong about
money that having it can't cure.

Jolly good music. May I, Kit?

Kit?

Oh. I'm sorry, Charles. Excuse me.

- How about it, Bea?
- Not now, Tony. Do you mind?

No. Relieved, actually.

What's wrong?

Did Kit tell you about
the man on the phone?

Yes. What about him?

He called again just before
you and Charles arrived.

- Oh?
- It was pretty bad.

- I phone the police, but...
- What?

It's rather difficult to explain.

While I was talking to the inspector,
I got the feeling of having to defend Kit.

Against what, for heaven's sake?

The skeptical mind of Scotland Yard,

case histories,

the file devoted to women
who pretend to receive these calls

to get attention from
neglectful husbands.

If he stuck Kit in that file, I hope
you gave him a piece of your mind.

I think he had an idea.

The trouble is that no one but Kit
has heard this man.

I suppose the Yard can't overlook
any possibility.

Tony, would you call
Kit a neglected wife?

It's no picnic being
married to an heiress.

I can't run Preston's by remote control.

I suppose there have been times
when Kit felt neglected.

Then it's a good thing you have Venice.
That'll put an end to this nonsense.

There are no telephones in gondolas.

- I had to call Venice off for a while.
- Oh? That was sudden, wasn't it?

Couldn't be helped.

Kit must have been disappointed.

Yes. There was a slight
chill in the air.

Oh, Tony?

Yes?

The phone call - did it come before
or after you told Kit about Venice?

It was after, now you mention it. Why?

Nothing. I was just wondering.

[Applause]

Help!

[Slow footsteps]

Help...!

[Footsteps continue]

[Clattering]

Mrs Preston?

[Kit whimpers and gasps]

[Banging]

[Cries hysterically]

It's all right, Mrs Preston.
You're quite safe.

Oh, Mr Younger... Mr Younger...

Mr... [Gasps]

Please calm yourself. We seem to be
causing you a great deal of trouble.

One of our transformers
has shorted a power circuit.

It'll be fixed directly.

I was coming up to warn you
when I saw this thing stuck.

I thought you might have started down.

I called down to you, Mrs Preston.
Didn't you hear me?

Yes, I heard you, but I thought...

There we are.

- Oh...
- It's going to be all right.

All right. Calm yourself.

I'm afraid I don't have
my land legs yet.

A brandy might help
put your nerves back on course.

I think it might.

Isn't there a pub around the corner?

Yes. We could go there, if you like.

Yes, thank you.

Come on, Tim. Back to work.
You'll never get that double three.

Give us a chance, old girl.

He'll never get it.
He's been trying for years.

I know how you must have felt.
I've been through it myself in a way.

- Trapped in an elevator?
- Burning tank.

- Mortar shell jammed the hatch.
- Oh.

Strange thing, the human mind.

I think I've forgotten all about it

and then no reason at all
I can hear the explosion...

I can smell the smoke...

my hands start to shake and I'm back
in a burning tank at El Alamein.

Sometimes when I come to...

hours have passed.

Once, an entire day.

And I've no recollection
of the missing time.

How awful to keep losing
part of your life like that.

It's not so bad.

Chaps with me lost all of theirs.

But it has left me with very little
affection for closed-in places.

Elevators, phone booths,
that sort of thing.

I can imagine.
Is that why you work out in the open?

Before the war,
I'd planned on being an architect,

but that meant an office and four walls.

I even sleep out under the stars
whenever I can.

Camping trips and things like that.

That's fine if you're
married to a Girl Scout.

I'm not married to anyone.
''Still looking'' I believe the expression is.

In America, we call it
''playing the field''.

Playing the field?
Perhaps I should have gone to America.

- I must be going.
- You won't have another?

No, thank you.

I'm just fine, Mr Younger.
Thank you very much.

- Anything wrong, love?
- Oh, no.

- Pretty thing, isn't she?
- Yes.

- Shall I put the calls on the bill?
- What?

The phone calls last night
from the back. You said...

Yes. Put them on the bill, Dora.

OK, ducks.

[* Swan Lake]

That was marvellous.

Swan Lake always
makes me terribly thirsty.

It's those long necks.

That will cost you
one champagne cocktail. Come on, Kit.

I'll wait for Tony. You go on.

- Mind if I talk to you for a moment?
- What is it, Malcolm?

It's about my mother.

She'll have to stay in bed for a few
more days, according to the doctor.

I'm sorry to hear that.
Tell her that I'll call her tomorrow.

Oh, that would be nice.

I wish that a phone call
could pay the doctor's bills.

Ask her to send the bills to me.

That's very generous of you, I'm sure.

There are so many other expenses.

They just seem to add up.
Food, medicine, that sort of thing.

I'm doing everything I can but the
old wallet's rather thin these days.

I'll see that your mother
has everything she needs.

I could pick it up at the flat later.

- I'll save you the trouble.
- I'll see that she gets it, thank you.

Are you trying to suggest
that I might pocket the money myself?

A chap doesn't like to be accused of
stealing money from his own mother.

- Makes him out to be pretty low.
- I wish you'd leave, Malcolm.

You can give orders to my mother,
Mrs Preston, not to me.

I know you've been trying
to come between us. I don't like it.

I'd advise you to stop
it or you will regret it

Regret what?
Are you threatening my wife?

- It's all right, Tony.
- I ought to call the police.

We were talking.
What's the harm in that?

There can be a good
deal of harm in talking

especially if you've been making
nasty phone calls.

[Malcolm] I don't know
what you're talking about.

If you're lying, Malcolm...

I don't want to see you
around the flat again.

One day you'll both change your minds
about Malcolm Stanley.

- What did he want?
- The usual. Money.

Poor old Nora.

- Did you get your call, darling?
- Yes, it was Daniel.

Something he wanted to show me.
Very urgent, he said.

- Do you mind awfully?
- No, darling.

- Are you sure?
- Bea and Charles will see me home.

They'll baby-sit till you get back.

- Back from where?
- I'll tell you later. Go on.

Daniel did say it was important.

I'll see you at the flat.

- Daniel, did he say?
- Yes. At the office.

- At this hour of the night?
- It isn't serious, is it?

He didn't say.

[Orchestra plays]

- Yes, Daniel?
- Look at this, sir.

I've underlined the transactions
that I felt required your attention.

This leaves us with thousands
of shares unaccounted for.

Exactly, sir.

In the neighbourhood of �1 million.

Someone's been using the money
to squeeze Mr Elliott out of his stock

in the Wiluna West.

- Do you know who it is?
- I'd rather not say until I've checked further.

I've had the impression for some time that
someone's been dipping a hand into the till,

so I decided to burn the midnight oil
until I was quite sure.

If you hadn't, he might have gone on
bleeding us dry for years.

Cleverly done, I'll say that.

In a corporate structure like Preston's,

it requires a knowledge
of accounting procedure

and a high executive position.

[Phone]

- You haven't told anyone else, have you?
- Naturally not, sir.

Hello?

Hello, Charles.

Just wondered if I could be of help.

I didn't suppose that Daniel dragged
you there to interview a new charwoman -

unless she was jolly attractive.

A cable from our engineer
at Broken Hill. Full report.

Has to know by tomorrow
if he's to go ahead. Sounds promising.

Good. I thought it might be serious.
I'll see you at the flat.

No need to tell anybody until
we're sure of our facts. And our man.

I agree, sir.

By the way, Daniel,
Preston's won't be ungrateful.

Thank you, sir.

I consider I have more to offer
in some more responsible capacity.

Tony?

Sorry. I didn't mean
my insomnia to be contagious.

- Is something wrong?
- Just a few wheels that won't stop spinning.

Is it something Daniel told you?

That's one of the smaller wheels.

No reason for you to worry.

Off to bed. I'll join you in a minute.

All right.

Tony!

Tony!

The window. I saw someone.

There's no one there, Kit.
Come and see for yourself.

But I could have sworn...

Perhaps your scream scared them off.

Anyway, no reason why the inspector
shouldn't have insomnia too.

- No, Tony. No.
- Why not?

I don't know. I don't know.

Maybe it was just my nerves.
I've been so on edge lately.

Maybe it was just a shadow
that I saw and jumped.

It's gone and there's no need
to bother the inspector.

Poor darling.

- Tony...
- Yes?

- You do believe me, don't you?
- About what?

The phone calls.

Course I believe you, darling.
Why shouldn't I?

No reason, darling. No reason at all.

Mrs Corman, please.

One moment please.
It's Mrs Preston, madam.

Tell her I'll call her back
as soon as I surface.

Yes, madam.
Mrs Corman will call you back directly.

Thank you.

[Phone]

Bea?

Why are you doing this to me?
Why should you want to kill me?

No. No, I'm not alone.

My maid is here.

Hello? Hello?

Mrs Preston?

[Phone]

Aunt Bea! Help me, help me! He's...

Help me! Help me, please!

Help me! Help me!

Hurry!

Hurry. Hurry, please. He's in there!

He must have gotten away.

Tommy! Cover the back.
Stop anyone you see.

Right, guv'nor.

- I'll check the other floors.
- Oh!

- If you don't mind, young man.
- I'm terribly sorry.

No go, guv'nor. Not a soul.

'Ere.

- All clear back there.
- Who are we looking for?

It's all right, boys. Back to work.

Mrs Preston, tell me exactly
how your visitor got into the flat.

- I let him in.
- You let him in?

I mean, I didn't let him in.
I was running out of the flat.

You were running out of the flat?

Yes. There'd been another phone call
and he asked if I was alone.

I thought he might be coming here.

I was very frightened and I ran
and then when I opened the door...

there he was.

I see. What makes you certain
he was the man who's been phoning you?

- He called me by name.
- Your name's on the letter box.

- But I know it was the man.
- Did you recognise his voice?

No. But you said he would have
disguised his voice on the phone.

So I did.

Tell me, Mrs Preston,
did you try to close the door on him?

No. I went to answer the telephone.

Here's a man who wanted to kill you
and you answered the telephone?

Yes.

But you were running
because of the phone.

Yes, I was but...

I suddenly realised
that if he was here in the hall,

how could he be on the phone?

And I was expecting a call from my aunt

and I thought that she could help.

That makes sense to me, Inspector.

The logic isn't over my head either,
Mr Preston.

Mrs Corman. Do you recollect
exactly what your niece said to you?

Yes. She said,
''Aunt Bea, help me, help me.''

What did you assume she meant?

That she needed help, Inspector.

Then will you explain why the phone
call I received was from Mr Preston?

Well, I was confused. I thought
Mr Preston would know what to do.

You didn't think your niece
was in any immediate danger?

That the man might threaten her life?

It was all so quick. She didn't
mention the man. I thought she was...

She was what?

In some kind of trouble, naturally.

I called Mr Preston, then I rushed
here myself to see what I could do.

May I submit that it might
have been wiser to call the Yard?

Just a suggestion,

in case you run into another emergency
while you're visiting.

Mr Younger.

How long did it take you from the time
you heard Mrs Preston call

until you set foot in the flat?

Oh, I'd say 15, 20 seconds.

- You saw no sign of this man?
- No.

Then you immediately called down
to your men to check the entrances?

It depends on what you mean
by immediately.

I made sure the intruder
wasn't in the flat.

- Say, ten seconds?
- Near enough.

- And they saw no sign of him either?
- That's right.

About 35 seconds to negotiate
four storeys and vanish into thin air.

I didn't have a stopwatch but it
does seem to me he'd be in a hurry.

He must have been fleet of foot.

Why don't you say what you're thinking?

- What would that be?
- You don't believe me, do you?

You think I made him up.
You think I made everything up.

The man in the square, the phone calls.

From the start you haven't believed me.

Now, Kit...

We've delayed
the rebuilding of London long enough.

You may go.

Everything will be all right, darling.

I can't deny that the thought
had occurred to me, Mrs Preston,

but we have to explore every avenue,

then seal them off until there's
only one left - the right avenue.

I'm sorry, Inspector.
I shouldn't have said what I said.

We'll continue to do
everything we can. Good afternoon.

Please don't trouble.

Tony, I can't stay here any longer.

I can't... I can't.

You don't have to. We'll go to Venice
as planned. Away from telephones.

[Bea] That's the first bright idea
I've heard today.

- But, Tony, you said...
- That's right.

- How can you? What about...?
- Preston's?

Let it come tumbling down.

Oh, Tony.

- It's stopped raining.
- Good.

- I hope you have a wonderful trip.
- We shall.

- Thank you.
- You will have it there before five?

I'll see that your husband's initials
are engraved.

Taxi!

Taxi!

Oh. I'm sorry...
No, you first. Thank you.

- You're an American, aren't you?
- Yes.

Good. I like Americans, they're so...
I don't really know why, I just do.

Pardon me? Could you tell a helpless
American how to get to Grosvenor Square?

I'm going right by there. We shall
have to change at Hyde Park Corner.

- You just hang on to my coat-tails.
- Thank you.

That's us. Take your battle stations.

- Call a hospital.
- She was standing right next to me.

- Let me help you up.
- You all right, miss?

[Peggy] Excuse me.
[Kit] I'm all right, thank you.

- You ought to have a doctor look at you.
- No, thank you. I'm all right.

Oh, Peggy.

Kit. I saw the whole thing.

- What's going on here?
- Wasn't my fault.

One second she wasn't there, then she
was practically under my wheels.

- Are you hurt, miss?
- No. It wasn't anyone's fault.

It was an accident.
I slipped and I fell.

Taxi!

You do want to be more careful
with our weather. All right. Move along.

I'd just come out of Carroll's
when I saw you.

I thought we might have tea. I called.

Then I saw you fall
and the bus coming toward you.

I thought you were done for.

- Peggy...
- Yes?

- I didn't fall.
- What?

- Someone pushed me.
- Kit, are you sure?

I felt his hand on my back.

It was the man who's been telephoning.

- Did you see him?
- No, but I know he was there.

From the moment I left
that luggage shop...

I could feel his eyes on me.

Why didn't you tell the police?

They don't believe me.
Not after all that's happened.

You've got to call Tony
the moment we get home.

He won't believe me either.

- There.
- Thank you.

- Peggy...
- Yes?

What would your husband do
if all of this were happening to you?

Roy? Take me away somewhere, I suppose,
until the man was found.

Just as Tony's taking
you away to Venice.

Tony's taking me to Venice because...
because he thinks...

Oh, Peggy. I know the man is real.
I've seen him.

Oh, I wish he'd call right now,

so that you could hear it for yourself.

And tell Tony, you mean?
It must be awful for you.

Peggy...

- Can't we say it happened that way?
- What way?

That you were here,
that you heard him on the phone.

- Kit!
- Then Tony would have to believe me.

It isn't that I don't want to help,
but it does seem to be going a bit far.

But it could have happened that way.

You were downstairs the first time he
called but you could have been here.

Having tea.

Please, Peggy. Won't you help me?

Please.

Well, if that's what you want.

You'd better brief me.
What exactly does he say?

Just filth, then he says that he's going
to kill me before the month is out.

Pleasant little gorilla.

[Tony] Kit?

- Did you expect him early?
- No.

Kit?

- Yes, Tony.
- Sit still. I'll go.

Peggy. You won't let me down?

- Hello, Peggy.
- Hello.

- You been here long?
- An hour.

I always forget about that chain.
Any news of your husband's leave?

I haven't heard from Roy for a couple
of weeks. I expect he's at sea.

Doesn't he think it's dangerous leaving
an attractive girl for months on end?

- Tell Roy that when you meet him.
- I might do that.

- How's Kit?
- Well, frankly, Tony...

Hello, darling. Everything all right?

Tony, he called again.

- What?
- Peggy was here when it happened.

- Is that right?
- Kit passed me the receiver.

She heard everything he said.
Every word.

When did he ring?

- Half an hour ago. Wasn't it, Peggy?
- Yes. About that.

I've been trying to reach you all day.
The phone's out of order.

It's still dead.

It's very silly, Peggy.

- I only wanted to help.
- Wasn't that rather overdoing it?

I'm sorry, Peggy.

I had no right to drag you into this.

Sorry, you two.

Kit? I do think you ought
to tell Tony about the bus.

What about the bus?

It wasn't important.

Peggy seemed to think it was.

I fell in front of a bus,
just as it was stopping.

You fell? Were you running?

- No.
- How did you fall?

Someone pushed me.

The man who was here pushed me.

Tony, you've got to believe me.
I'm not lying this time.

You're making it very difficult.

I don't know why
I did that before with Peggy.

I just thought you wouldn't believe me

about the man and the bus and...

Of course I would
have believed you, darling.

But did you actually see him there?
The truth now.

No, but I know he was there.
I could feel it.

[Phone]

Don't, Tony! Let me. Let me.

This is Mrs Preston.

Yes? Yes.

Yes, I heard you.

Well?

It was the exchange
telling us the line was clear.

Don't, Kit.

[Buzzer]

- Oh, it's you, Bea.
- It usually is when I've been invited.

Tea at 3:30, Kit said.

[Sobbing]

Come inside, Bea.

You're being mysterious.
What's happened?

Kit had a run-in with a bus.

- She isn't...?
- No, nothing like that.

No. Not now, Bea.

We've got to have a talk.

I think I could use something stronger
than tea. How did it happen?

Kit said she was pushed
by the man who's been phoning.

- She saw him again?
- No, not exactly.

What does that mean?

This time she only
had the feeling he was there.

Bea, I don't know any more.

I don't know if I'm married to a woman
or a girl. I don't know what to think.

I'm beginning to wonder
whether any of it happened.

Of course it has.
It happened just as she said.

That's very loyal of you, but perhaps
it would be better to face the facts.

The facts are that Kit is being
tormented by a sadistic fiend.

Surely you believe that?

I'm trying to. She's my wife.

I'm sorry, Tony.
I know you've done everything you can.

Just now, Kit got a neighbour
of ours to lie for her,

to pretend she heard
the man on the phone.

Oh, no?

Yes. And that bus thing gave me a jolt.

Heaven knows what threw
her in front of it.

We've got to act
before Kit does herself an injury.

- She'd never...
- She might not be aware of doing it.

[Phone]

Bea, it's a chance.
You take it, pretend you're Kit.

If it's our friend, at least we'll know.

Hello?

Yes. This is Mrs Preston.

Yes. I'm listening.

Well?

Bea?

It was him, wasn't it?

- You heard him, didn't you?
- Yes.

What did he say?

Kit, go back and rest.

Why won't you tell me?

Don't you know
what I've been going through?

Please stop treating me like a child.

Bea, what did he say?

Kit, it's going to be all right.
We're going to help you.

Bea, what did he say? What did he say?

He said, ''What time shall I ring you,
Mrs Preston? You haven't called me.''

Oh...

Oh.

He's lying. He knows my voice.

Don't you see? He knows my voice.

He's lying.

Oh, God...

Tony, help me!

Tony...

Aunt Bea...

[Hysterical sobbing]

Stop this, Kit.

Kit, stop this.

Lights, Nurse.

Mrs Preston, keep your head still,
follow my finger with your eyes.

Don't move your head. Just your eyes.
Thank you.

- Now the X-rays, nurse.
- Yes, Doctor. This way, Mrs Preston.

Mrs Preston?

So far I'd say she was
in good physical health.

That's good news anyway.

As to the other - the phone calls,
hiring a man to make them,

the feeling of persecution -

that doesn't show up in a blood count
or on a photographic plate.

She may be the victim
of disassociation of personality.

Living two lives without knowing it.

Probably the wisest course
would be a talk with the psychiatrist.

You think...?

He might be able to uncover
some forgotten experience,

some pattern
of childhood behaviour, perhaps.

I could give you the names
of some very good men.

It's up to you of course, Mr Preston.
Give it some thought. Excuse me.

Oh, Doctor?

Yes?

We'd planned to go abroad tomorrow.
I suppose that's out of the question.

A change might do her good.

Relax the tension.
Make the psychiatrist's job easier.

I mean, if that's what you decide on.
Excuse me.

Well, Bea?

Maybe Venice is the answer, Tony.
To clear the cobwebs away.

And if it isn't the answer?

We'll do what's best for Kit, naturally.

- Darling?
- Yes?

- Any luck with Bea yet?
- Just paging her.

Thank you. For Venice, I mean.

Hope you're going to pack that.

[* Piano playing]

- Hello, love. Gonna have the usual?
- Yes, thank you. And a sandwich.

- Lamb be all right?
- That'll be fine.

- Bea will be here in half an hour.
- Good.

Need any help?

Just like a man -
when I'm practically finished.

What's the matter?

I shouldn't leave you
alone at all tonight.

Oh, darling, I thought
we'd settled all that.

- Stop worrying.
- I can call off the board meeting.

If it's a special meeting
it must be important.

Darling, Aunt Bea will be with me.

Maybe she'll bring
one of her elephant guns.

- I'll be fine, really I will.
- I'll make it as quick as I can.

I'll go and mix one for the road,
wait for Aunt Bea to arrive.

[Door closes]

- Odd looking chap, isn't he, ducks?
- Yes. The war, I suppose.

I don't blame the poor
soul for how he looks

but a thing like that has been known
to unsettle a man's mind.

- What are you getting at, Dora?
- He's been hanging around for days.

He's quiet enough and pays
when you serve him,

but take last night
when Tim and I closed up.

I turned the lights off and I spotted
him in the dark of a doorway,

just standing there like he was waiting
for someone with no good in his mind.

Fair gave me the creeps.

Go on.

That's it. What do you
suppose he's up to?

A woman isn't safe on the streets any more,
not with all you read in the papers.

Eat your supper, love.

[Phone]

Tony, pick up the phone.

Tony, quickly.
You've got to know I wasn't lying.

Yes. Yes, I'm still here.

[Voice] Sorry if I caused you
embarrassment he last time I phoned,

but I knew that wasn't your voice.

What else could I do?

Are you there, Mrs Preston?

You won't be going to Venice.

We have an appointment, remember?

Oh, darling. What can I say?
Can you ever forgive me?

That isn't important now.

You won't be safe until
he's locked away.

How did he know about Venice?

He seems to know about everything.

Do you think he knows about the meeting?

Probably. It was no secret.

Maybe that's what he meant
about the appointment.

He could be waiting for you to leave.

Darling, I won't leave you now.

- What are we going to do?
- I don't know.

The first thing is to
ring the inspector.

Inspector Byrnes, please.

Inspector? Anthony Preston.

Yes. About our friend.
He's just called again.

No, not quite the same, Inspector.
This time I heard him, too.

I think he intends to
make his move tonight.

It's a good thing he didn't ring later -
I'd have been on my way to a meeting.

Yes, I think he did know.

Yes. I'm listening.

It's an idea, but I don't know.
Not unless she agrees.

I don't have the right to ask.
It's a lot to expect.

Yes, I suppose so.

What does he want me to do?

Can you stay here by yourself
for a minute or two?

But why, Tony? I don't understand.

He wants the man to see me go - leave the
building, get into the car and drive away.

Oh, no, Tony. No.

I'll drive round the corner,
park and come up the rear entrance.

- I'll be back before you know it.
- Don't ask me to do it, Tony.

The inspector will have the police
downstairs. He won't have a chance.

It's the only way.

All right. All right.

All right, Inspector.
How long will you be?

I'll leave here in exactly two minutes.

Freshen my drink, darling.
I'll be right back.

- You'd better take this.
- That's my girl.

Bolt this after me. I'll be right back.

[Banging]

[Creaking]

[Crashing]

[Rings]

[Knocking]

Kit, open up!

[Ringing continues]

Oh.

Answer it. If it's our friend,
let him know you're alone.

Go on, answer it.

Hello.

Yes, I'm listening.

He saw you leave and then he laughed.

- What else did he say?
- The same... The same.

The terrace. He could come
from the building next door.

Put out the lights.

[Voice] I've come to keep
our appointment, Mrs Preston.

Everyone will understand.
It's all been too much for you.

Tony?

Your mind couldn't take it any more.

You threw yourself over the terrace...
with a little help from me.

Tony?

[Screams]

[Gunshot]

[Voice] It won't do you
any good to scream, Mrs Preston.

You're a known hysteric.

You screamed and I tried to pull you back
but you twisted out of my grasp

and you fell.

And then it was all over, Mrs Preston.

Oh, Tony. Oh, thank God.

We all meet death
somewhere along the way.

So that's how he did it.

Recordings for all occasions.

Tony, it's the same man -
the one who was here.

Timed his visit badly, I must say.

The police... Why aren't they here?

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Kit.

But they should have been here by now.

I'm afraid they won't be here at all.

Why not?

I didn't phone them.

You talked to the inspector.

That wasn't the inspector. It was a
girl who gave me the correct time.

In ten second intervals.

Come to think of it,
I will be phoning him in a few minutes

to report an accident.

Unfortunately, in trying to defend
yourself out on the terrace,

you fell to the street below.

Tony, what...?

I was upstairs dressing.

I ran down when I heard the commotion.

In the scuffle, he accidentally
shot himself with his own gun.

It's even better than my original plan.

What have I done?

Why, Tony?

Why?

Money.

I had to find a way to put
a million pounds back into my company.

And that's all you ever...?

Sorry, Kit. There have been times
in the last three months

when I've regretted
the inevitability of this moment.

[Door opens]

Peggy... Help me, Peggy.

Help me.

It's no use, Kit. Peggy's my witness.

Who pushed you in front of the bus

and played the recorder
into the phone when I was here?

We had an unexpected visitor.
Don't worry, darling.

It only helps our plan.

[Heavy footsteps]

Roy!

He couldn't have known a thing about us.

I've been writing to him, sending him gifts.
He couldn't have known.

Yet he knew.

Tony!

Get her, Tony. Get her.

Keep that light on her.

Tony?

[Pounding on door]

Call the ambulance.

You're all right, Mrs Preston.
You're all right.

Now easy... Let go of the girder.

Let go of the girder now.
It'll be all right.

Easy. Don't look down.

Easy, easy.

Easy now, Mrs Preston.

Just a little bit more now.

One step... No, don't look down.
A little bit more.

Oh!

Easy. There we go.

Don't look down.
Just a little bit more now.

A bit more.

Rest a moment, Mrs Preston.
You'll be all right.

Just catch your breath.

There were too many letters, Peg.

Too many packages.

I knew there was something wrong.
I had to find out.

I followed you both for days.
I meant to kill you.

I wouldn't talk now.
The ambulance is coming.

Kit.

Here, darling.

Inspector?

It's mere curiosity but would you tell me
what brought you here tonight?

You phoned me yourself, Mr Preston.

We tapped your line.

Just to make sure, you know.
Your last call was most informative.

We also got the correct time.

The world always
underestimates the British.

How could I have made
the same mistake?