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''But it was the strength in gold at the end of last week that put the equity market into reverse.''

Well, Henry? - You're right. They've upped the dividend.

I owe you a drink then. Billy? - One moment, sir.

Gentlemen? - What will it be?

Sorry, the drink will have to wait.

Gracious, what on earth was that? Are you wired for sound?

A new gadget, transistorized. It's a portable secretary.

How ingenious. - Henry put me on to it.

I think he must have shares in the company that makes them.

How does it work? - Oh, it's quite simple really.

When my office wants me, they call the answering service.

They transmit a bleep and I call them back.

Well, there you are then.

No need.

That was just to remind us that it's time we left for our board meeting.

Henry? - Of course.

Excuse us, Jago.

I won't forget that drink you owe me. Have it some other time, eh?

Oh, pardon me. - No harm done.

Since the war, full employment and a rising standard of living

have become the major economic requirements of this country.

Accompanied, inevitably, by inflation.

The future for the industry, gentlemen, is bright.

For our company, the outlook is healthy.

Very...

For your bath?

Stock press.

''Chairman of Todhunter dies, share prices slashed.''

It happened here, just 2 hours ago.

That's new, - Legacy from my uncle.

Pity it's dented. - Battle of the Somme, 1916.

German bullet? - Canadian mule.

Todhunter died here 2 hours ago.

He was the 6th company chairman to drop dead in the last year.

Each time the chairman was dynamic, virtually indispensable to his company.

So the company stood to lose a good deal by his death.

Thrombosis, overworked?

Question: did they fall, or were they pushed?

All 6 of them? - Why not?

Motive: Man dies, share prices slashed,

the company becomes cheaper, easier to take over.

Fine. Except for one thing. They weren't taken over.

What next?

A dabble in high finance.

These company chairmen all had one thing in common: a banker named Boardman.

My apologies, Mr. Steed. Just a minute, Quinn.

Will you take sherry and biscuits with me?

Thank you.

What a charming place you have here, It's nice to see the old traditions maintained.

Virtually unchanged for 147 years, ever since the bank was founded.

Well, Mr. Steed, you come to us most highly recommended.

These bona fides are excellent. Most excellent.

Thank you.

And the nature of your business? - Money.

Shall we say 1.5 million pounds, all right 2 million then, clear.

A nice round figure. Keeps your accounts tidy, eh?

Mr. Steed...

That's just for a start, of course. I might want to double that figure eventually.

Mr. Steed, I admire your attack.

but even on the strength of these references, a loan of 2 million pounds...

A loan? You misunderstand me. I haven't come here to borrow.

l want to deposit.

Two million pounds?

If we can agree on the correct way to invest it.

You see, I represent a trust fund set up by one of the armed forces.

We have very substantial sums to invest.

And we thought that one of our better merchant banks would be the best way of placing them.

More than that I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say at the moment,

until we're quite sure that your bank is the one to do business with.

I'm sure you understand.

Oh, absolutely.

You're looking over the market at the moment, so to speak.

So to speak.

Well, Mr. Steed, I think you've made a wise choice in coming to us first.

This is your first call?

I can see that you are as astute

as your reputation, Mr. Boardman.

Have a cigar. - No, thank-you, it's a little early.

Ah, I feel at home here already.

The air of ordered calm, a feeling of solidarity,

of financial wisdom.

Didn't you once have a Canaletto hanging here? - Yes, we did.

A friend of yours mentioned it.

It was he who first suggested I come here, Norman Todhunter, poor fellow.

Todhunter?

Yes.

He tried to do too much.

Ah!

I'd like you to meet my partner.

John Harvey, Mr. Steed.

How do you do? - Glad to know you.

Oh, I heard you mention Todhunter. Was he a friend of yours?

We were acquaintances. - Ah, pushed himself too hard, poor chap.

Familiar story these days. - Very familiar.

Hm?

Well, you have been having bad luck lately, haven't you?

Six company chairmen in less than a year?

Ah!

Thank you, Quinn.

Mr. Steed.

Henry. - Thank you.

Well, what do you make of us, hm? A bit archaic, eh?

The trappings of a bygone age.

Do you know we still judge a man as to whether his credit risk is good or not,

by the colour of his socks.

Can you suggest a good broker?

The best.

Frederic Yuill.

We use him ourselves. This will introduce you.

Thank you.

By the way I'm giving a little dinner party on Thursday evening.

I'd be very honoured if you'd join us.

And so would I. I'd be delighted.

Good morning.

The late Mr. Todhunter, he was brought here, wasn't he?

Todhunter?

The mahogany and walnut, velvet lined, solid brass handles, Gothic style.

I prefer the Corinthian fluted, myself. Tasteful.

Todhunter.

Yes, he's with us.

Well, I have an authority here to remove his effects.

I'd say I prefer the Corinthian fluted to any other handle, solid brass, of course.

Although we can get them made up in stainless steel, special order.

Not as tasteful though.

Mind you we do do a simulated mock Michelangelo design

that goes very nice with the lighter wood. Very tasteful together.

Did you, um... deal with Mr. Todhunter?

Naturally. Personal service and efficiency. My father and I, we pride ourselves on it.

And there's no question the funeral will go forward as planned, they won't delay it for an autopsy?

An autopsy? Why should there be. No, the doctor signed the certificate: thrombosis.

Why should there be an autopsy?

Ah, here we are.

Did you notice anything peculiar about the body?

Peculiar? No. Slight bruise over the heart, that's all.

What kind of bruise?

That's funny, it's gone. - What's gone?

I had it here this morning myself.

What?

Eh? Oh, one of those bleep machines, like they use in hospitals.

It's gone. Yet I took it out of his pocket myself. - Which pocket?

Top. It was clipped there.

About level with his heart?

Yes, I suppose it would be.

Well, it's declaration day tomorrow, the shares have gone down a pound.

And you have options for 10,000.

Well, I'll leave the arithmetic to you. Look, I'll call you back later.

Do come in, Mr. Steed. I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting.

Not at all.

How do you do? Do sit down. - Thank you.

Well, I understand Boardman sent you.

How is Henry? - Flourishing.

Well now, what can I do for you?

Do you know a company called ''Castle's Tin''? - Yes.

Chappy in my club thinks they're a good speculation.

There are two occasions in a man's life when he shouldn't speculate:

When he can afford it, and when he can't.

Thanks for the advice.

Not mine. Mark Twain's. He was a good fisherman, too.

Didn't know he was a broker.

Can l offer you some sherry, and... - Sherry and biscuits? Thank-you.

Suzanne, send Myers in with some sherry and biscuits.

''Castle's Tin'', it's a sturdy sort of company.

The friend who gave me the tip has been having an awful lot of luck lately on the market,

but I don't understand how.

The shares have been falling every day, yet he's still coining it.

It can be done. - You can make money out of failure?

Have you ever heard of a thing called a ''Put Option''?

Vaguely.

I'll give you a simple example.

You take out a put option on X shares.

They stand at say a pound today.

Then perhaps they drop by half to 10 bob.

So you buy 10,000 at 10 bob,

and exercise your option to sell at a pound.

The difference is your profit margin. - Complex, and definitely not for the amateur.

It's very profitable when you pull it off.

The whole thing depends on the shares falling in price.

Of course if you have the capacity to foresee the future...

and influence it... - That would be a different thing entirely.

What was the name of the company your friend dabbled in?

Todhunter's. It was quite a killing.

That is the correct term, isn't it?

Yes.

Do you fish, Mr. Steed ?

You should. It's very relaxing.

Oh, thank you, Miles.

Associated Industries, down 2 points. Excuse me. Suzanne?

Yes, sir?

Associated Industries, buy 20,000.

Yes, Mr. Yuill.

And I also have Ben Jago in the phone. Shall I put him through?

No. No, I'll come outside and speak to him.

Will you excuse me a moment?

I'll have Suzanne send in some investment prospects for you.

Mr. Yuill wants you to have these.

I'm just a babe in the financial wood. Perhaps you'd explain to me the finer points.

I'll try.

This is just a suggested portfolio.

The capital you invest will be spread out equally over all the key industries.

So much in steel, so much in oil, so much in the industrials, and so on.

Fascinating.

Yes, this suggested scheme would need an initial investment of about...

oh, 50,000 pounds in round figures.

Round figures. - Oh, Mr. Steed!

Oh, please, go on.

Well, there's nothing else really to say. It's all quite straight forward.

The investment suggestions are carefully selected, tried and tested.

By Ben Jago? He is a client of yours, isn't he?

Do you know Mr. Jago?

Who doesn't? His name is bantered about the city as the man to watch.

Yes, he's very successful.

And he is client of yours. - One of the best we have.

How does he do it? A crystal ball? Foresight?

Well, he's always dabbling in ''Put Options'', isn't he? He's always just one step ahead.

He seems to sense just when the market is just right.

It's his experience, I suppose.

Still, I think it's a little uncanny. I mean, take his last success, Todhunter and company.

Well, he took out options about a week ago, oh, a holding of 100,000.

They paid off. And that's Ben Jago for you.

Oh, flood it, please.

Thank you.

Coppers were quietly firm, but made a mixed showing.

Oils, hardened.

But rubbers were neglected.

Banking and insurance shares were on the dull side.

But HP shares steady.

Yes, sir?

What's the ''Blue Chip Special'' when it's at home?

Oh, that's one layer of delicious prawns, one of scrambled egg mayonnaise, on lightly toasted rye bread.

I can recommend it, sir.

Splendid. At least one of us will enjoy it.

Coffee, sir? - Kenya with a dash. Vodka to start.

Thank you, sir. Quote your shares while you're waiting?

It'd take too long.

Anything further, sir? - Is there a Mr. Ben Jago here?

Yes, sir. He's um, over there.

Thank you. - Thank-you, sir.

Excuse me, aren't you Ben Jago?

Yes. - We share the same broker.

Charlie Bingham? - Yuill. Brian Yuill.

Well, can't be too careful. Won't you join us, Mr...

Steed.

May l introduce... - Do sit here, I'm just going.

Please, I don't want to interrupt.

Not at all. I have an appointment with my hairdresser.

Are you sure? - Certain.

Bye, Ben. Mr. Steed.

I must apologize for the intrusion. - Not at all.

Tell me, have they put you into Gibbs Electronics yet?

Not yet. - Well, see that they don't.

I don't like the smell of them. - Thanks for the tip.

No ice?

House rule, sir. - Really?

Yes, a dealer from Wall Street once asked for a bourbon ''on the rocks''.

Two brokers dropped dead on the spot.

Tell me, how is it all done? Remote as water divining to me.

Well, it's mainly by guess and by good luck.

I don't believe it. My guide book says Ben Jago, the shrewdest man in the city.

Time to buy yourself a new guidebook.

Care to pass on some of the rules?

''Buy when they're friendless'', ''never wrong to take a profit''.

But they're only half truths, all of them.

All of them?

How did you know about Todhunter? That was more than a half truth.

Hot tip from my broker.

I wish he'd passed it on to me.

There was a lot of fiddling before Rome caught fire.

Well if there's a fiddle going on, I'm a man who likes to be in on it.

Just remember, even Nero got his fingers burned.

Goodbye, Mr. Steed.

Good afternoon.

I'm J. P. Warner, of Warner's ''Answering Service''.

Can l help you?

Yes, I'd like to know more about this service you offer.

It's splendid in it's simplicity, Miss... - Mrs., Mrs. Peel.

Ah. Well, the scheme operates along the lines they have used in many hospitals.

The subscriber carries a bleep on his person.

And if he's wanted, bleep!

Wherever he is, or whatever he's doing.

And what's the range of your service?

Well, at present we're limited to the city of London.

So that confines it to brokers and financiers? - Yeah, that's the idea.

Well, this is our pilot scheme.

If it works, and I can assure you it is working,

then our backers will enable us to expand.

Ah, but all the information is contained in our brochures.

Perhaps you'd care to see them. - Thank you.

About how many bleeps do you have in operation at the moment?

Well, at the last count it was close on 5,000.

A key executive need never be out of touch. That's the basis.

It ought to be alright now, Mr. Warner. - Ah, splendid, Fitch, splendid.

Just needed rewiring, that's all. - Yes, right. Thank you, Fitch, thank you.

I'll get along now. A lot to do. - Right. Right.

I'm sorry about that. Now, if you'd like to see a practical demonstration?

Who was that man?

Eh? Oh,Fitch? He's our resident mechanical genius.

Now, Mrs. Peel... - I somehow feel I've seen him before somewhere.

Is that possible? - Oh, I doubt it. Fitch isn't exactly social.

He keeps in the background. Very much so.

In fact, I believe during the war, he used to be one of those back room boys.

He's a funny fellow.

Give him a couple of bits of wire, and you've got a short wave radio before you can say Marconi.

Well, thank you very much, Mr. Warner.

Oh, by the way, you supplied a bleep to a relative of mine,

Norman Todhunter. Did you ever get it back?

Todhunter.

Thomas,

Truegoody,

Fantastic name.

Todhunter.

No, should we have done?

Nice to see you, Mr. Steed. Do come in.

Beautiful. Is it pressurized?

It is high up.

I'd like you to meet my wife, Ruth.

This is Mr. Steed.

How do you do? - Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Boardman.

I hear you're doing business with my husband. - He's showing me the ropes.

You're not in the City? - Not often.

How about a drink? I mix a good Martini.

Thank you. - Good.

Small world, Mrs. Boardman.

So they say, Mr. Steed. So they say.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

... absolutely breathtaking. - Yes, I rather envy him, I must say.

Oh, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Peel. Mr. Steed.

Delighted to meet you. Mrs. Peel. - Mr. Steed.

Good evening. - Good evening.

Mrs. Peel is another client of ours, from Barbados.

Recently? - I arrived last week.

You surprise me. - Why is that?

So little tan. - The rainy season.

Of course.

Oh, Henry?

Darling, didn't you want to make a phone call before dinner?

Oh, um... yes, excuse me, please.

Harvey's been showing me your view. It's most impressive.

It is good, isn't it?

Penthouse life is rather restricting, but it's better for Henry.

He can have a rubber of bridge at his club, and still be home for dinner.

I won't be a moment. Henry is so fussy about the temperature of his wines.

Barbados... the rainy season?

Annual average: 36 inches, half of which falls between September and November.

Next question?

Mr. Yuill's been delayed.

Typical. He's a fine broker, but his manners are atrocious.

Oh, come. There must be some logical explanation.

Wasn't I right about the wine, Mr. Steed?

And the brandy, impeccable.

I thought brandy's were ''judicious''?

Not according to the authorized text.

Do you like wine, Mrs. Peel? - In moderation.

I was referring to your interest, not your capacity. - So was I.

We have a wine tasting in the back cellar next Tuesday.

Would you like to come along, Mrs. Peel? - I'd be delighted.

Perhaps Mr. Steed would like to come along, too.

Tuesday...

Lady Smith relieve, 1900.

What time? - Six.

Six it is. - We'll see how keen your palate really is.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I really think I better leave you now.

Got to get into strict training. - As you say.

Can I give you a lift, Mrs. Peel?

Oh no, no. You're not going to deprive us of Mrs. Peel's company.

We'll see she gets home safely.

Goodbye, then.

And once again, thank you for your hospitality.

Thank you, Mr. Steed.

I'll show you out.

Bang goes your no claim bonus.

A far cry from sherry and biscuits.

Do you know him? - My broker's butler.

The Boardmans were very anxious we shouldn't leave together.

They didn't want you butting in on the little surprise they had planned for me.

You're guessing. - I know it.

What now? Go back and confront them?

No, I think I'll have a chat with my broker.

That's really having your pocket picked. - No wonder he didn't feel like dinner.

But he did, he's dressed for it, he was obviously on his way.

Rough guess, he's been dead about 3 hours.

Spoken like an expert.

I've been taking a refresher course in applied medicine.

As a matter of fact when you contacted me...

I interrupted your studies? - Yes.

Never mind, you have your chance to put your theory into practice.

A chance I could have well done without. - 3 hours ago, that makes it 9 o'clock.

About the time we started dinner, so that eliminates 3 suspects.

I'll take this side. Do you mind?

It doesn't eliminate 3 suspects, Boardman left us to make a phone call.

Contacting one of his minions? - Quite possibly.

What did you make of the Boardmans? - Him: bluff, conservative...

Die hard traditionalist. - Square.

Exactly. - And her?

Attractive, intelligent, expensive.

Cold as ice.

And promiscuous. - Promiscuous?

Beyond that my lips are sealed. A true gentleman doesn't...

A true gentleman doesn't know of a lady's promiscuity.

Despite the air of apparent wealth, I get the impression that the Boardmans are...

coming down in the world. - Objets d'art diminishing rapidly.

No country house. Find anything?

No.

It puzzles me, you know, if Boardman was involved, why did he send me to Yuill?

Why did he put me on to his own broker?

Because he knew Yuill would report back to him.

Obviously, he did report back.

Capital.

Capital.

No sign of brown.

Hangs well on the glass.

Ambrosia.

A shower short of perfection.

You think so?

A touch too astringent.

Well, what do you think?

A shade too much tannin. - Oh, Steed, you disappoint me.

l'm sorry.

Bit of a text book answer. It's a 1934,

not a lot of rain, alcoholic content too great.

28, now that was a great year.

Felston Derby year. Won it 8 to 1. Superlative.

Put a hog's head down for Jeremy when he was born, for his 21st.

A most civilized gift. Did he enjoy it?

Enjoy it? The brigade turned him down,

Young fellow went straight into the church.

Had to drink it all myself. Oh, well...

To your continued good health, General.

What part of Barbados are you from, Mrs. Peel?

Do you know the island?

I have an uncle who has a tobacco plantation out there.

Ah, that would be the south end. - Yes, I believe it is.

I was in the north, among the non-smokers.

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me a moment.

Agreeable, well rounded, a little on the flinty side.

Pouilly blanc fume. Try it.

Well?

Venerable, devious, a little ambivalent.

Pouilly blanc fume? - No, Boardmans.

I get the feeling we're not trusted around here. You know what I mean?

Yes.

Try this one.

The silver tray. I can see you're out to trap me.

Trap you? Why should we want to trap you?

A challenge.

First shot to you.

Gentlemen.

Latour 59.

A hit. A palpable hit.

Well, Mr. Steed?

It's either a 65 Algerian red, or a Premier Cru.

Chateau Laffitte Rothschild. - What year?

No nose. It's old, very old.

Pre-14-18 war?

Correct.

An outstanding vintage.

Definitely pre-1914,

but no earlier than 1880.

You still have 34 years to play with.

Well?

Nineteen oh...

eight

would not be the year. 1909.

From the northern end of the vineyard.

Investment is not just a question of what to buy, Mrs. Peel.

It's also a question of when.

''Buy when they're friendless.'' Isn't that what they say?

Yes, quite right, but who can tell when that is?

Oh, excuse me.

- Yes? - Mr. Harvey, there's a Mr. Warner to see you.

Warner? Do I know him?

He says he's from the answer service. He has a parcel for you.

Oh, yes, that's right. Show him in, would you please.

Excuse me, this won't take a moment.

Oh, good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

Very good of you to bring it around.

It was on my way. I've another couple of calls to make.

Very kind of you, thank you. - Not at all.

Well, goodbye. - Goodbye.

Now then, where were we?

A consignment of new securities?

Hm? Oh, no. This is just a line Henry's, trying to push onto his friends.

Hoping they'll invest in the company. I'll show you. It might amuse you.

You shouldn't indulge me.

There.

Know what they are? - I've seen them in hospitals, haven't I?

Yes, you're right. A company of ours is trying to market them industrially.

Good idea.

Are you ready for some tea, Mrs. Peel? - I'd love some.

Oh.

Thank you.

Change? Change.

Keys? Keys.

Doorbell? Doorbell.

Coming! Coming.

May I come in? - Please do.

Much as I'd imagined it.

The fact that you imagined it at all intrigues me.

I've come to thank you.

Thank me? What for?

Your tact.

Oh, don't mention it. You don't mind if I...?

Please, carry on.

You see, Mr. Steed, when you're married to a man 20 years older than yourself,

The fact that you're seen lunching with a younger man,

a well-known, almost infamous character,

can be misinterpreted, misunderstood.

Mrs. Boardman you're a merchant banker's wife, and Mr. Jago is an investor.

It seemed a perfectly natural liaison.

As l said, you're very tactful.

Not tactful, optimistic. And I admire a woman with a past.

What's optimistic about that?

The hope that history might repeat itself.

You're sure there's been no messages? - No messages, Mr. Steed.

You've checked? - And double checked, sir.

No lady called Mrs. Peel? - No sir, no-one of that name.

What have you done to Steed's watch?

The next time he opens it, it will be the last time he opens it.

Pretty, isn't it? I'm dedicating this one to Steed.

As soon as he's dead, I'll stop it at the exact moment of his...

release from time.

A sort of monument to him and to my... ingenuity.

For most people, you know, life is ruled by time.

I won't accept that.

One can rule time, you know. And the amount allotted to Steed is limited.

Strictly limited.

Like Todhunter and Yuill.

And the five other company chairmen?

Of course one doesn't get that much opportunity in peace time.

The war now, that was very exciting.

Eight Panzer officers in one night. Eight!

And an Italian captain.

That's his clock here. Quarter to 4 AM.

He was a Lothario, with amazing capacity.

If promotion was won in bed, he'd have been field marshal.

Quite an orgy of death, Mr. Fitch.

Please, must you use such cliches?

Death is a gift, like time.

To be used.

I've never killed a woman before.

It would be bestial to perforate that skin.

Perhaps an ultrasonic injection, or digitalis, but it must be neat.

My gift to you.

I shall kill you with scientific... tenderness, Mrs. Peel.

9:05, sir. Should get the Wall Street closing prices any minute.

Ah, where the...

I'm sorry to intrude, Mrs. Boardman, I told your butler it would be all right.

I wanted to repay your visit.

Also I wanted a word with your husband. - Henry.

It's not terribly important.

It's just that I happened to be passing And I thought I'd drop by.

Also I wouldn't mind another sample of your excellent brandy.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

What's the matter Mrs. Boardman? Is there anything wrong? You look quite pale.

You must forgive me, Mr. Steed.

I'm really very tired.

I'm so sorry. Where is he, your husband?

He's dining out. - When do you expect him?

9 or 10, I don't know. - 10? Oh, it must be almost that now.

Don't!

Mr. Fitch?

Ah, yes, this is the place. Your name has been recommended to me.

What for?

Having trouble with my watch. It's a Hunter, you know the model?

What sort of trouble?

Can't seem to open it. - Why not?

The button's stuck. Perhaps you'd have a go.

It must be stuck. I can't think what's happened to it.

But I'm sure if you had a try...

Ah...

Ah, just a trifle out of key, don't you think?

Steed!

Steed!

Barbados-London, cupboard class.

Not by choice. How'd you find me?

Ruth Boardman.

Put that gun down. - What is it?

It's bicycle-pump gun. The marquis used it during the war.

I invented it. Now put that gun down, on the bench.

For Mrs. Peel's sake.

Hello Major, crafty of you to find the window.

Don't waste time on those, they're innocent enough.

The ones at the bank were all right. - The bank?

The Boardmans'. I was there when they delivered a fresh batch.

A capillary needle, straight through the heart.

Neat. First choose the pigeons...

...then put the cat amongst them.

Steed? - Oh.

Forgot me brolly!

There you are, sir.

It is suggested that the initial investment be split into 3 equal parts.

Overseas investments,

home and commonwealth,

and a final third to be left floating.

That is, to be made available, whenever and wherever

lucrative opportunities present themselves.

This will maintain a flexibility of investment possibility.

End of tape 1.

Where's Harvey? - Your partner in crime?

How did you find out? - Ruth told me.

What was her function? To make sure I didn't catch on?

Using this bank, Boardman's, as a cover for murder and fraud.

I wanted to cut you in. - You flatter me.

But Harvey said no, he said you had too many scruples.

What's a few scruples.

You can put that pea shooter away.

I'll call the police. - Oh, no, don't.

Ben, today I lost a partner... and a wife.

You can't frighten me.

Harvey. The cellar.

I'm all right.

Put that away and I'll tell you. - You'll tell me anyway.

Look.

Snap.

But who did it? - I don't know.

Neither of them are doctored . - So it's all right. There's nothing to worry about.

Boardman knows everything. - What?

Everything. I shot him.

Oh, no. - But I had to. He was ringing for the police.

You've ruined it, Jacob. Where is he? - Upstairs, in the parlour.

Is he dead? - I don't know.

Good evening.

Welcome to the gathering, Mr. Steed.

Just couldn't stay away. Such Chateau Rothschild.

Oh, shame. One shouldn't over indulge in the good things of life.

Including company chairmen. - Oh, you met my colleague.

Yes, and the trick cyclist friend.

Oh, you are an embarrassing fellow, Steed. - We aim to please.

Men of integrity need careful handling. - Every time.

But on final analysis, everyone is corruptible, everyone has his price.

How much are you offering?

There's 200,000 pounds in a bank in Zurich. It's yours if you're prepared...

I'm terribly sorry, it's a little too late. - Offer him more, Harvey.

No, I don't barter.

It's very generous, but it is a little late. Do you remember Mrs. Peel?

At this moment she's telling it all to the proper authorities.

Chairman by chairman. So... - Steady.

I do admire your style, Steed.

Mrs. Peel's been taken care of.

Has she?

And has Fitch bought another clock to commemorate the event?

He's bluffing.

Quinn, how long would it take to empty one of those casks?

The biggest. - Not long.

Then do it.

Harvey, you're looking at... - Don't worry, I'm handling this.

Quinn, the door!

How about a drink?

Where shall we start?

Preferably grande marque. Ah, the best.

Careful which way you point that. I'm frightened of corks.

Steed!

A bit on the dry side. - But a very adaptable wine.

There, my dear.

Well?

A claret with unusual body. - What?

The Bordeaux district.

The little village of Saint-Perion.

So it would be from the Devier vineyard.

A Merino Saint-Clair.

1930...

would not be the year.

1931.

Fantastic, Mrs. Peel. Nose or palate?

Eyes. I read the label.

A votre sante! - A la votre!

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