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- [Gangster] All right, I pass.

- [Gangster] I'll see ya.

- [Joe] See the 5 and raise 10.

- [Gangster] Here's the 15 and raise 20.

- [O'Connor] Fine, I'm out.

- I wasn't bluffing.

- [O'Connor] Really?

- Three kings.

- Have me beat.

- I don't like that light in my face.

- So we can't see your face

when you're bluffing us out of a game, boss?

- (chuckles) That's right, Joe.

And I don't want to be too easy a target

with Kerkie Minelli around.

- Why isn't Gunner Steve here?

- Must have picked up a babe.

- Could be.

- Mr. O'Connor, please.

(phone rings)

- And 20.

- I'll see you.

Let it ring.

Now look, take a look at these.

Royal flush.

You guys have no luck.

Yeah, hello?

- O'Connor.

- Hi Steve, what is it?

- Minelli's boys are on the way.

- What did you say?

(guns blast)

- Greetings from Kerkie Minelli.

(explosion blasts)

(pensive music)

- You take over now, John.

This is Kerkie Minelli from the USA to Italy, one way.

Be careful

as long as you're in the three-mile zone, of course.

We don't want him back.

- Relax, Captain Allerman.

You don't think I'll swim

to get back to a country that doesn't want me

and now is deporting me to prove its point.

- With O'Connor and his gang, you could play tough,

but not with us.

- Bah.

What proof do you have, eh?

Nothing. (chuckles)

Petty little charges and that's all.

- They were enough.

I think in Italy, you won't be lonely.

Your old friends are all there.

- I can buy those, you know that.

In Italy, (chuckles)

A man like me needs more than the old homeland.

I'll be somewhere else.

- You better go.

Bon voyage.

(upbeat music)

THE SECRET OF THE RED ORCHID

LONDON One Year Later

(knocking on door)

- Good morning, Mr. Parker.

I have your mail.

- From you, sir?

I didn't expect anything else, of course.

Good day, sir.

- Parker.

- Milord.

- I just can't see this.

- Perhaps you need glasses now, milord.

- Read it aloud, Parker, if you will.

- Nowadays, people with a lot of money are more in danger

than they ever were.

They need protection.

The pe...

The patrons of the rich, for the sum of only 10,000 pounds,

are prepared to guarantee it.

If you accept, just place an ad

in the personal column of Wednesday's Times.

Great idea.

Then we must hurry.

Tomorrow is Wednesday.

- Read through to the end.

- Oh, yes, that's right.

There's more to it here.

If you refuse to pay or make a call to the police,

you will be a

(clears throat)

Dead man.

It seems like insurance with a strange company

that charges remarkably high premiums for protection.

- It is extortion, Parker.

Ah, but I'm not frightened at all.

- Certainly not, milord.

In America, among the savages, such a thing could happen.

But among us in London, hmm.

- What do you recommend I do?

- For me, there is no question at all.

Straight away to Scotland Yard, sir!

(suspenseful music)

- Well, I see it's time for your medicine, Mr. Tanner.

- Medicine?

Nonsense!

I must check these obligations right now.

- You've been working too much.

The doctor told you--

- Dr. Jenkins is all wrong, won't ever let me alone.

And you-- (knocking on door)

Who is that out there?

- Inspector Weston.

- Ah, the master investigator himself.

- Hello.

- Hello, Inspector Weston.

Please.

- Thank you.

- What brings you here, Mr. Scotland Yard?

- You believe I came here just to amuse myself?

- Oh, please, I'd never believe

that you came just to see me, Inspector.

- It's all right.

I had inspector Weston come over.

- You brought him in because you lost something, I suppose.

- A document of great importance was lost.

I believe that it was stolen, Inspector.

Perhaps the new butler.

- The fourth one this month.

The last one just couldn't take it any longer,

being suspected all the time.

- I suppose this morning, you wrote letters, Mr. Tanner.

- What are you saying?

You mean my letters mean something?

- Tell me the purpose of those letters.

- Well, I was checking up on rich new oil fields

coming in, in--

- In Tampico,

- If you'll be good enough to look in the encyclopedia

under Tampico.

- But certainly, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

- Now, I thank you.

That's it.

Is this what you lost, Mr. Tanner?

- Why, yes.

You're a genius, Weston.

- You're a magician.

I really believe you'd do well on the stage.

- Well, in any event, it was really not for anything

that I came this last time.

- What?

You mean, I'm not going to see you ever?

- I work in a new division now.

Tomorrow, I begin work in blackmail.

- If you refuse to pay or make a call to the police,

you'll be a dead man.

Yes, that's the way it was.

They left a corpse in front of our door.

- I can't remember ever seeing

such a vicious crime, Sir John.

- No wonder.

They're using American methods.

- Oh, please.

- Any plans, gentlemen.

- I say we should watch all persons

connected with blackmailing

or even suspected of the crime, sir.

- I feel we would be wasting our time, sir,

because these men have never operated in England.

- Inspector Weston, you're pretty new

in the blackmailing division.

You need a bit more experience on the job.

- We must hear him out.

What plan do you offer?

- I believe an American colleague from the FBI

who is familiar with this type of crime should be consulted.

Such a man is in London at this moment.

- Come on, Weston, an outsider?

- Please, Inspector,

haven't you ever heard of international cooperation?

- Hmm, that really makes sense, Weston.

Could it be arranged that the American come and see me?

- I hoped you'd say that, sir.

He's waiting outside.

Captain Allerman of the FBI.

Sir John, Chief Inspector Tetley.

- Pleasure to meet you, Captain Allerman.

Some gangsters from the are visiting London.

- And it's a pity, Sir John.

Criminals like these present a threat

to every nation in the entire world.

I know the methods of these rotten hoods,

and a human life means that.

- Here is the demand the murdered man received.

- Hmm, letters cut and pasted, patrons of the rich.

It has the mark of O'Connor, a gangster boss from Chicago.

- You believe he's in London now.

- No, sir. O'Connor is dead.

He was shot down by a gang of gunmen

from an opposition gang.

Police found his body blasted beyond recognition.

- Of O'Connor's gang, not one man escaped?

- His lieutenant, Gunner Steve.

(suspenseful music) (bell rings)

- Good morning to you, sir.

A pack of cigarette?

- Good morning.

Yes, a pack of Players.

- A pleasure.

- Dirty coppers.

Dirty Coppers.

- Stop it, Jackie.

That bird has no sense at all.

- The bird is as smart as his owner, Steve,

who was the best student of O'Connor.

Oh, but my friends from Scotland Yard

are not behind the times.

Know what this is?

- Search warrant, obviously.

- Any objections?

- Not from me.

My store is at your disposal.

- I suppose you know what I'm after?

- But Allerman, it doesn't change, the same two things.

Probably a scissor you think I used

simply to cut letters out of a newspaper, of course.

- I see I'll find nothing.

One fine day, I know I'll find them both.

(suspenseful music)

- Mr. Tanner?

- Forget about that typing.

Stop it, please.

- But you told me that--

- Just stop.

I'm must talk with you about a problem of my own,

one that affects you too.

I would like to talk with you about your own future,

if I may, my dear.

Is marriage in your thoughts at any time?

- Well, I guess it's normal.

- Well.

So Miss Ranger, for years,

you've coddled and cared for an old man like me.

I could be dead tomorrow.

- But Mr. Jenkins, the doctor--

- Dr. Jenkins is wrong!

If God wills, I'm dead tomorrow.

I'm quite sure of it.

Marry me, Lilian, as quickly as possible.

- You're serious?

Get married?

- Of course.

I know how old I am, but I want to protect your future.

What others may think, I don't give a hoot.

- Such a wedding would look like,

would look like I'm after your wealth.

- That couldn't be the case.

Since I saw to it that you've already been made my heiress,

I'll be sure that the testament

will stand up in any eventuality.

- I don't understand.

I thought you had a nephew.

- I do, Miss Ranger,

and that's exactly the point I must make.

While you've been taking care of me so well,

he's been chasing all over the world looking for orchids.

Even when he was needed,

after my heart attack four years ago,

the boy never even looked me up.

- I don't think he ever knew.

You should be writing him right now.

- No, he's just a good for nothing.

He never cared at all about me.

(knocking on door)

What is this all about?

I don't want my mail served to me on a plate, you fool.

- With a bare hand, a butler must not.

- You won't be around very long.

In the space of one month, there have been four of you here.

- It's all right.

Thank you, Parker.

- Of course, Ms. Ranger.

I'm not offended.

It's one of the first rules of good butling

to take each tiny hint and--

- Get out.

- As you wish, sir.

- See if it's important.

- Yes.

(suspenseful music)

(pensive music)

May I sit here?

- Please.

Ah.

Isn't this Miss Ranger?

- Right you are.

You're alert as usual, Inspector.

- I never dreamed of a rendezvous, but what a coincidence,

- But it's no coincidence.

- You mean you intentionally came to see me?

- Yes.

- (chuckles) Lilian.

- I might have gone to Scotland Yard, but I was afraid.

Mr. Tanner might get hurt.

A blackmail letter came to him.

- I hope you brought the message.

- Yes.

That man there has been in following me.

- We don't know each other.

Put the note under the napkin.

- The newspaper report of the Arlington murder warned me.

- I'd kiss you right now, Lilian, I really would,

but we have to play the game.

Please tell Mr. Tanner to let nobody into his house.

I'll make sure Chief Inspector Tetley

sends over two men to act as personal bodyguards for him.

Now doesn't that itch, that false beard, Mr. Parker?

- Better take your medicine, Mr. Tanner.

(knocking on door)

Don't worry, Parker has strict orders--

- I think you'd better check up on him.

- Parker, you understand that no one is to enter.

- You can be entirely reliant on me, miss.

Any unauthorized person will find that Parker bars the way.

- We've come from Scotland Yard.

- Thank God.

Let them in. - Not so fast.

I want identification.

- That's very wise.

- Quite good.

Please go inside.

- These are the men inspector Weston sent.

- And I'm glad to see you gentlemen, indeed.

You're well armed, of course.

- Yes, very well indeed, Mr. Tanner.

(guns blast)

- You won't escape!

Gangsters!

- They've made good their threats for the second time now.

From now on, their victims will be frightened to death

and they will simply pay off without reporting it.

- No, that can't happen here, not in England.

- Don't brush off the difficulties.

You've no idea how frightened people can actually be.

They'll pay.

Even in London, they're scared.

(phone rings)

- Weston.

No, sorry, Inspector Tetley isn't here.

I will.

What's that?

In the morning mail?

20,000 pounds?

- Is it the blackmailers?

- Were the words in the letter

cut out of newspaper printing, Mr. Shelby?

No?

- Find out from him if a lettered form was used.

- Yes, it is a, a sort of form letter, yes.

Yes, and my name is written in on it in, in block letters.

- Thank you for reporting, the matter, Mr. Shelby.

I'd like your telephone number, please.

Hmm, yes.

I'll be calling you in an hour.

Please do nothing meanwhile.

- Hmm.

- Have a good day.

Too bad, Weston, but you have both of the worst gangs

in America to handle.

- What's the meaning of this new form letter?

- A trademark of Kerkie Minelli.

- Kerkie Minelli?

- The gang boss from Chicago.

He's the man who had O'Connor's gang shot down.

- Hmm, and now he's working in good old England, eh?

- Oh, London, utterly delightful!

Chicago couldn't touch it.

Kerkie, sweetie,

I saw the most marvelous hats you could imagine.

- Darling, buy yourself a dozen, but please, shut up.

- You really should have manners now, you know.

Remember, you're an English gentleman.

- I'm a what?

- Kerkie, darling,

why don't you retire from business, sweetheart?

We have plenty of moolah put away, don't we?

- Hmm.

- Hmm, I mean that we've moved into a higher class.

- There's never plenty, and London is a gold mine.

- Kerkie, dear,

I'd be the high class wife of a respectable millionaire.

But instead, I just worry about you!

- You don't have to.

Buy whatever you want to.

Buy out half of London.

But please, please, let me alone for once!

- Why aren't you listening?

You pay attention to your little wife.

How's this?

We get a house in Anscona

where only the finer classes go,

join the club there and have our own little chickadees.

- Your own cackling is enough to stand.

- Kerkie sweet, with me, you better not--

- Another word and I--

- Oh, please.

Minelli, you shouldn't threaten your own dear wife.

I heard you were in London

so I just dropped over to sort of pay my respects.

- How do you do?

I'm Mrs. Minelli,.

- Cora, this is Captain Allerman, an old friend of mine.

We have private business to talk about.

Cora.

- I have no interest in talk of business.

- Amusing you call me your friend, Kerkie Minelli,

but I have only one,

this gun.

And if anyone transfers to London

those rotten Chicago methods, I'll take a hand in it

and I'd tell you--

- That thing, that friend of yours,

it makes me nervous, very nervous.

Thanks.

I can relax a little now.

In England, there are laws to care for law-abiding citizens,

as you well know.

Hmm, besides, we should become friends, Allerman.

I know someone right now who needs a private detective

to whom he would pay

$10,000, I believe.

It's really a very easy job.

Just sit around and not bother anyone.

- Keep your 10,000.

I haven't told you why I actually came here.

Mr. Shelby has $20,000 to pay

for the arrest of the blackmailers

who are threatening him, Mr. Minelli.

You would be wise to let Mr. Shelby off the hook.

Pack your bag and get out of this town before it's too late.

- We'll see soon enough, eh,

who among us will be first to get out of the act.

(suspenseful music)

(gun blasts)

(dog barks)

- Too slow, buddy.

(knocking on door)

- Inspector Weston.

- Good morning.

- I guess the police are still busy on this case.

- I heard this is a meeting

of those affected by the estate of Mr. Tanner, eh.

- Does that include you, Inspector?

- Police are, by nature, curious,

and it's a chance to see you again, Lilian.

- Everybody's here, that is except Mr. Tanner's nephew

who seems to be a little late.

- Oh, the orchid hunter from Brazil.

(knocking on door) - Yes. That's him.

- Miss Lilian Ranger?

- Yes.

Won't you please come in?

I guess you're Mr. Tanner.

- I have looked forward to seeing you.

All that my uncle wrote to me

and never mentioned just how lovely you really are.

- To be honest, I never imagined you to look just as you do.

- (chuckles) I'm afraid I don't look like uncle.

Here, these flowers are for you.

Tiger orchids, Epiphytes lasoculus.

They're fresh from the tropics.

- Oh, you shouldn't be.

- But please accept it.

You took care of my uncle for years, and I,

I hate myself now, but it's just too late.

- You'll give me your coat, please.

- Thanks.

- Inspector Weston of Scotland Yard.

- It's a pleasure, indeed, Inspector.

It's men like you who will arrest the murderers of my uncle

and see that they receive the punishment that they deserve.

- We don't have them yet, but I assure you--

- Of course, you're bound to get them.

After all you, you represent law and order,

and my faith is in the law.

- Come inside, please.

May I introduce first, Mr. Edwin Tanner

whom we've been waiting for,

Inspector Weston, whom we did not expect.

Your uncle's barristers,

Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson.

- A pleasure, gentlemen.

So that we do not waste your time,

the Testament should now be opened.

- Just as you wish.

We've come directly from your uncle's bank,

the Dorries Bank on Sutton Street.

- Ah, next to the tobacco shop.

- I don't smoke.

I wouldn't know how.

I brought all of the estate's documents

from Mr. Tanner's safe deposit box.

- [Edwin] And the last will?

- In here.

And now, please give me your undivided attention.

My last will.

I, Elias Izaharias Tanner, 86 years old,

approaching my end of life, bequeath my entire fortune,

not to my nephew, Edwin Tanner, who does not deserve it,

but hereby bequeath my full estate to Miss Lilian Ranger

who has cared for me well for all these years.

- I don't believe it.

- Please.

- Give me that!

- Mr. Tanner!

- I apologize.

- Of course, you're excited, Mr. Tanner,

but we have to respect your uncle's will.

- But if you think the testament is illegal,

you're free to contest it.

- No, no, I wouldn't think of contesting my uncle's will.

- You see, Miss Ranger couldn't be more deserving.

- Mr. Tanner, I have no idea what to say.

- Then say nothing.

Let me congratulate you.

I will leave for Paris

and directly from there, to South America.

Goodbye Miss Ranger.

Gentlemen.

(bell rings) - I understand, Mr. Shelby.

This is the block

where you will meet the gangster's messenger.

- Yes, at three p.m. precisely.

At the 57th tile of the track you see,

I'll meet a seaman walking toward me.

- Thank you, Mr. Shelby.

- Thank you.

- Scotland Yard wants you to meet the man

as planned by the gang,

but the envelope naturally will contain scraps of paper,

not money.

- Gentlemen, I've changed my mind.

- You mean that--

- No paper, but money.

- You'll pay, is that it?

- You wonder?

Here.

This is my new butler.

- I know the fellow.

- Speak up, Parker.

- Please, I will, sir.

Before Mr. Shelby, I was employed

by Lord Arlington and by Mr. Tanner,

so I have seen it firsthand, the gangsters' work

and also that of the police.

And I report that not even I have been able to save them.

- First, Arlington, then Tanner.

I have no desire to become number three, gentlemen.

I pay and live.

- Very wise, sir.

Trust in me for your safety, sir.

- Goodbye now.

(Weston chuckles)

- So anything new happening?

- Yes, you'll be surprised.

- Who was that fellow?

- Mr. Shelby.

- What?

And you two let him go?

You should lock that guy in the tower so he can't get away.

We shouldn't allow gangsters to collect.

We have to stop them.

- I don't believe they will get paid.

We've set a trap for them, a plan that I organized

involving the placing of detectives in disguise

in the entire area.

Let me show you.

Right here, we have a laborer, and...

30 seconds more to go.

On your toes, men.

(suspenseful music)

- [Shelby] 43, 44, 45, 46.

(gun blasts)

- Yes, they got both.

- A shrewd bunch.

The machine gun wasn't even pointed this way.

These men weren't shot with that gun.

- The press is really picking on Scotland Yard.

- My colleague, Allerman,

was against this trap from the beginning.

He argued with us.

It was Inspector Tetley's plan to start with,

and he's quite upset about it.

- You came here to tell me that?

- Don't be foolish Lilian.

You know, of course,

I have a personal interest in you, miss.

- And that made you come.

- Well, I am on duty.

You are the soul heir to the entire Tanner fortune, you see.

- Am I under suspicion too?

- Please, Lilian, be serious.

First, they tried to blackmail

and then they murdered Mr. Tanner.

They didn't get any money from him.

Now, the fact of the matter is the entire fortune,

well, you have it now.

(knocking on door)

Waiting for someone?

- Just the lawyer from Dorries Bank.

An inheritance is a nuisance in some ways, you know.

Oh, it's you.

- An Arethusa almost as colorful as the sun,

a precious jewel for a lovely woman.

- Thank you.

Glad you stopped by.

Surprised to see you in London though.

Excuse me, please.

- Are you just surprised or are you glad?

I was to leave Paris for South America

but I had business to finish.

- What, you're a businessman?

- Yes, I know I have the reputation

of being just a worthless good for nothing,

but I do have activities.

You see,

ah, Inspector Weston.

You're on the job, eh, Inspector.

Hope I'm not disturbing you.

I see Scotland Yard hasn't been able to stop

those gangs of killers yet.

You will soon, I'm sure.

- Optimist.

- Don't worry. Mr. Tanner.

Scotland Yard will certainly find and arrest the--

(Lilian gasps)

(suspenseful music)

What is it?

So it's come.

It's from Kerkie Minelli.

(Lilian laughs)

- You take it rather lightly.

- This Minelli is ahead of the bank officials.

My money isn't cleared yet.

I haven't a penny.

- We're not to any chances anyway.

Miss Ranger, pack an overnight case right away

and come with me to Scotland Yard.

- I'm under arrest?

- No, protective custody.

And this time,

Inspector Tetley won't interfere with my plans.

- Custody.

I must confess I envy you, Inspector.

- Nothing personal.

I have to do this only for the safety of Miss Ranger.

- I would approach it another way.

I think that this,

this Minelli could be convinced to let her alone.

- I suppose you would coax him

with an orchid of special beauty, eh.

- I see you have no idea what orchid hunting

in the savage jungles is really like.

I can handle Mr. Minelli very well.

(sultry music)

Would you like a ride, Mrs. Minelli?

- You know me?

- I've seen you in front of the Carlton

and I've been so overwhelmed that I--

- Oh, please.

- I'm going to the West End anyway.

- Oh, I was going to Bond Street also.

- At your service, milady.

Please get in.

- Oh, you're real chivalrous.

(upbeat music)

Please accept this small gift,

an orchid found only in the Amazon region,

a bloom that a queen should wear indeed.

- Hmm, charming.

I'm married, you know.

- I know that.

I'm well aware that you're Kerkie Minelli's wife, you see.

Will you give him my kindest regard?

- My husband?

- I must ask him to do something for me.

He's threatening a young woman, a friend of mine.

- Nonsense.

My man is a gentleman.

What you tell me is impossible.

- I always believed that.

I'm very disappointed.

You tell him so.

But you tell him if Miss Ranger is hurt,

something will then happen to someone else.

You, for example, Mrs. Minelli.

- Me?

- In South America, poisonous flowers exist, you know.

A little scratch would be enough to cause a horrible...

That flower is harmless.

As of now, nothing has happened.

But then,

a touch of the poison flower,

the head swells up just like a balloon, huge. (chuckles)

- Oh, yes, I've heard about them.

- I've seen women with heads like elephants.

- Please, you've said enough.

- Other poisons are more harmless.

All they do is shrink heads so they're tiny.

(chuckles) Tourists buy the things, you know.

- Oh, please, they're terrible.

- Oh, you're right,

but your head would make a pretty souvenir though.

It was a pleasure chatting, Mrs. Minelli.

- Oh, a pleasure, a pleasure.

- Where shall I drop you now?

- Now, Miss Ranger, how does it feel to be a guest of ours?

- I feel more like a prisoner than a guest.

You must know, Inspector, I'm not happy being here.

- It wasn't my idea to bring you here in the place.

I'm just obeying orders.

An admirer is waiting to see you.

- How interesting.

Who could this admirer of mine be?

(knocking on door)

- Enter.

- Good evening.

- [Lilian] Good evening.

- [Weston] Good evening.

- And so, Miss Ranger,

how do you feel with police protection?

- It'd be pretty monotonous being protected all the time.

- Today I come with empty hands, Miss Ranger.

I had an orchid with me, but I've already given it away

to another girl,

a flirtation, I guess.

- And may I know who the lucky lady is?

- Certainly.

Cora Minelli.

- Cora Minelli?

- Precisely what I said.

(phone rings)

- Weston.

- Listen, Inspector.

I bear good news about that pretty miss.

The babe is okay.

- Watch your language now, Kerkie.

- Clam up.

- You say?

- I said the person you are protecting won't be injured.

I guarantee it. (chuckles)

It was just a little joke.

- Phew.

- You look a little uncertain.

- Yes, we talked about you.

- Me?

- Yes.

- Who was it?

- He didn't say it,

but his speech wasn't English but accented.

I would say that was Kerkie Minelli.

- Minelli?

And he said?

- He apologized and said it was all a joke

and guaranteed me that you are safe.

Tell me how you accomplished it.

- Oh, by sorcery.

A different method than the police use,

but successful, it seems.

(knocking on door)

- Yes.

- [Woman] Mrs. Moore, Mr. Parker to see you.

- Send him in.

- Are you Mrs. Moore herself?

- Well, yes, I'm Mrs. Moore.

I'm glad that you came.

Oh, please sit down over there.

- Thank you.

- Say that you're glad to see me?

- Well, aren't you from Scotland yard?

- Oh, no!

I have nothing to do with amateurs like those.

I am an excellent butler seeking a job.

- I don't need a butler.

I need a very large policeman.

- Of course.

You're the recipient of a blackmail note.

- How did you guess?

- Experience, Mrs. Moore, experience.

I'm not just an everyday butler.

I stood by Lord Arlington, by Mr. Tanner, by Mr. Shelby.

And I was butling while they all were blackmailed.

- How come you change jobs so often?

- Well, circumstances forced me to.

My situations all ended with murder.

All of them are dead.

Now, I am called the death butler.

You understand?

Oh, but with you, Mrs. Moore, that will change.

I am just the man you want.

I know how to beat them.

- Tell me how.

All three previous victims

stayed in their homes here in London, remember?

You, my dear, Mrs. Moore,

will leave here for Scotland tonight!

- Good.

I trust you.

I will do as you tell me, Parker.

I'm off to Scotland.

You remain behind, feed my feathered friends,

and defend the house.

You are my man.

- That's fine, madam.

I will stand by here like the last Mohican.

(suspenseful music)

- If Mrs. Moore makes it to Scotland,

I'm sure the gangsters will be licked.

(Mrs. Moore screams)

- She's dead.

Those rats.

They had a mirror standing there.

- Mm-hmm, Mrs. Moore saw her own car in the mirror

and thought she was going to collide with it.

- You've botched it up again!

- Now any of the victims will pay off promptly.

- You claim the gang bosses are known.

- I assure you Gunner Steve and Kerkie Minelli

are under surveillance.

We even monitor their phone calls.

- And in spite of this,

Weston and Allerman have not found out

how the bosses contact their gang members.

- I say arrest them both and keep them locked up.

While they're in jail, not a single murder will be done,

that, I guarantee, Sir John.

- Bright idea, of course.

But as long as I have no proof, I can't arrest anyone.

Evidence is what I need, Captain Allerman.

- Proof is proof, Chief Inspector.

Those two men have done everything illegal you can think of.

But naturally, as long as they act

like private business people.

(suspenseful music)

- My weekly deposit there.

My store does well, took 112 pounds, six shilling.

(knocking on door)

- Please.

- Lilian, what are you doing here?

- When will the police wake up?

Anybody else would see that I took a bank secretary's job.

- You, the heiress of Mr. Tanner?

- Mr. Tanner was up to his ears in past due notices.

There isn't enough money even to pay off all the debts.

I'm not rich at all, you see.

- You examined his bank records then.

- Of course I did that.

They wanted me to sign some legal papers

that had to do with the estate,

something to do with the probate.

I'm glad this job was available to me here at the bank.

- Quite interesting.

You know that man?

- One of our quietest, nicest clients.

He runs a little store near here.

- I'm against your working in this bank, you know.

- You want me to work for you, Inspector?

- I can see there's no use talking to you at all.

Maybe I'll talk to Mr. Dorries.

Announce me.

Most of the people who received threatening letters

from Gunner Steve are clients from your bank,

the Dorries Bank, and Steve is also.

- I must admit, Inspector, that it sounds strange indeed,

but you understand bank secrets.

And at this time, I no longer own the bank at all.

It has recently been purchased.

- I know.

- I've wanted to go to Singapore to live.

And when a Chicago trust made a good offer--

- A moment.

A trust from Chicago?

- As I mentioned, an American trust had made me the offer.

Not one man.

It was a trust fund.

- A trust fund that's nameless, Mr. Dorries.

But the check that they bought the bank with

must have a signature of someone.

Who signed that check?

- The name on the check was O'Connor.

- O'Connor?

That can't be.

O'Connor was killed by Chicago gunmen.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you. Picasso.

(phone rings)

- Butterfly calling Calibri.

Butterfly calling Calibri.

Butterfly calling Calibri.

Urgent message.

Colonel Drood has notified the police

and has contacted the newspapers!

Over!

- Big hero.

He'll never do that again.

I've hunted tigers in India.

In Africa, I've shot wild buffalo.

So of course, these gangster don't frighten me,

and all the papers are publishing my challenge.

So never fear, gentlemen.

- Yes, but please be careful, won't you, Colonel?

- Yes, this is not Africa or India.

- Oh, I've taken care of these things.

That's what these fellows are for.

Come, let me show you my precautions.

I think you'll find I know just what I'm doing.

There's no getting in here.

Take a look at these windows, steel mesh.

Keep a sharp look out there.

Now over there, you can see my communication system.

- Excellent.

I will also send some policeman to guard the grounds.

- Ah, excuse me a moment.

Come on.

- Good day.

(laughs) I'm sorry, but I'm ticklish.

- What do you want?

- I wish to,

I wish to apply for the butler's job, sir.

- All my servants have been dismissed!

- Oh, but you never know

when you will need a very highly trained servant, sir.

And if you would like reference, sir,

I have,

unless you're afraid to see them.

- Me, afraid?

- All of my former employers have been killed off, sir.

Perhaps you'd rather not do so.

- (chuckles) By god, you're really the right man.

- Now these gangsters, with my experience,

I know how to fool them.

You are making me nervous.

- Colonel Drood is a very wealthy man.

Therefore, he's a natural target

for both those gangs of blackmailers.

- You're absolutely right, Sir John.

You see, these two extortion notes

were written by different gangs.

I'm positive.

Now their business conference will come,

and it might mean that the gangs decide

that they will soon try - Negotiate.

- Yes, I have no doubt they will be there.

I would like to be there.

- I have demanded 10,000 pounds from Colonel Drood.

Your mob asked only 8,000, so we are number one.

- That's where you are wrong, Minelli.

It's the one who collects the money from Drood

and teaches Drood a lesson who is first.

- That will be me.

Europe is a big place, Steve.

How about leaving London

for some other lovely place, my friend?

And I'd be glad to pay you.

I might go 60,000 pounds.

- (scoffs) No, there's no hope,

not since my parrot likes it here.

- 75,000, my last offer.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, gentlemen, will you please excuse me?

- Let's just do it my way.

I'll give you 40,000 pounds and you go to Paris.

No, no deal.

But there's one way we can both remain

in London together without fighting.

30%, you can have.

- (chuckles) What if we make it 50/50?

- You can just forget that.

- I already have.

Auf wiedersehen, Minelli.

- Now we will show them.

(explosion blasts)

(group sings in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

(knocking on door)

- [Cora] Come in.

- For Mrs. Minelli.

- Thank you!

- You're welcome.

- Who sent them?

- Should I--

- Let me see them.

- I guess they're from some admirer.

- The name, I want to know.

- Well, there is a card.

Look for yourself.

(explosion blasts)

- What's going on now?

Huh, what's this?

No!

Drop a bomb on this house this afternoon?

(upbeat marching music)

- Ah!

- Yes, I already know.

Get out of my way!

Come on, men!

On the roof, hurry up!

Hurry up down there!

- I'm coming!

I'm coming.

(gun blasts)

(gun blasts)

- That was a close one.

(guns blast)

Good show, Watts.

I think I hit him.

(explosion blasts)

- You really got him, sir!

- So it seems.

- My respect, sir.

An excellent job, sir.

- You see that explosion?

It wasn't merely the petrol.

There must have been quite a bomb on board.

I'll bet on it.

- You're right.

- The first defeat for the gangsters.

It's good news for Scotland Yard.

- Thank you, Picasso.

(bell rings)

- [O'Connor] Steve?

- Yeah.

- Any news from Minelli?

- They made us a peace offer.

- As I mentioned, I'm prepared to end our war

under these terms of peace and to make a final deal.

- Excellent.

London is big enough for both gang.

- On the right is our territory, on the left is yours.

No one steps on the other's toes, okay?

- Regent Street is the dividing line, right?

Fine.

- A good deal boss.

- Polinski, get me a little bomb with a timing device.

I'm not through with him.

- Welcome, gentlemen.

I have no idea what you gentlemen might want of me.

- You received an extortion letter, right?

- I made no call.

How did you know that?

- An informant who got one of those letters informed me

that you had been seen with one.

- You're smart, Inspector, clever,

but Scotland Yard can't help me.

- Oh, I think we can help.

The gangsters met their first defeat

at the hands of Colonel Drood.

We're hot on their heels.

- I must tell you this.

When I got that letter,

I was going to go to Scotland at once.

I wanted to escape.

My mind has changed.

You see, money, you can always earn, but death is permanent.

- Mr. Dorries, now we are on the offensive.

If you will just cooperate, please.

- I'm not a valiant man, sir.

I'm not taking chances.

I will pay.

- Excellent.

- You mean that?

- I have a plan.

Mr. Dorries will really take that night train to Scotland

as he planned.

- I certainly will not.

- You ain't that guy, Dorries.

- No, Babyface.

Same as you, Chicago is my home.

- Welcome to London, Mr. Tanner.

- With greetings from Rio.

- Thank you.

Please tell me why you're here.

Do you plan to open an account?

- I could have other reasons for coming by.

- What reasons?

- For example, to see you.

- Oh, I simply don't believe it. Not a playboy like you.

- You're right.

But a man reaches a point.

Every man has to.

And when he knows he's not a young fellow

and settling down is, well,

tell me, how is your police inspector,

the one who has no sense of humor?

(knocking on door)

- (sighs) He's jealous.

I believe he's allergic to orchids.

(knocking on door)

- Good day.

- Oh my, an invasion?

- Pardon, Miss Ranger, but I must speak with you.

- I'm better off in South America, I guess.

Perhaps in the Amazon jungles,

I can avoid Scotland yard, huh?

Gentlemen.

Lilian.

- Ms. Ranger, I have a,

I have orders from the home office

for a complete audit of bank records.

These men are chartered accountants.

Please announce us to the director.

- As you wish, Inspector.

- I must protest emphatically.

An invasion of privacy!

- We must do our duty, Mr. Dorries.

You have been threatened by gangsters, remember?

To protect you properly, we must check our records.

- You can't do this to me.

I'll make protest to the home office.

- (chuckles) That is an easy thing to accomplish.

The Undersecretary of State came with me,

Lord Oliver Morley.

- I had no idea, milord.

- Understand our position, Mr. Dorries,

and consider what I'm telling you.

The home office has created a committee

for the protection of the public interest,

something unique in the history of England.

As a banker, you must understand, for example,

what it means. If men from Scotland Yard

now have permission to audit all bank accounts.

But what about bank secrecy?

- Up until now, bank secrecy has favored the underworld

to be sure, but from now on--

- Your pardon, sir, but I have to leave.

I remembered an important meeting with Inspector Weston.

- [John] Yes, of course.

Well then, Mr. Dorries.

- Well, Inspector, complete your work?

- Yes, thank you.

You can go back to your desk and your orchid.

- You must realize you chased my admirer back to the Amazon.

- I'm sorry, but if he admires you, he'll rush back.

- Some men only drop by here on official business.

Oh, but I hope your visit

has been very profitable for you, sir.

- Of course, among other things,

we found that Chief Inspector Tetley

had an account of 25,000 pounds.

But Captain Allerman and I

suspected a fox in the chicken house.

- Scotland Yard, official business.

- Yes, of course, sir.

- You're Mr. Tetley?

- Good day.

Hey, you're not the police?

What do you think you're doing?

- That's right, we're not police.

- We're more of secret service agents.

- Our warrants open up the accounts to us

but not the individual safes, Lilian.

- The rented ones.

- I'm sure in one of those safes

lies the key to the mystery.

- And if I can find it for you?

- You?

Why should you do this for me?

- I'm not telling.

- [Allerman] Do you wanna tell us

who gave you your orders to kill Dorries?

- I'm not talking.

- Why you--

- Watch it, Captain.

In England, the third degree isn't allowed.

I've been unarmed, and I'm helpless.

The best lawyers have been hired.

You're wasting your time, bub.

- Surprise, my little rat, surprise.

- Where to?

- To a place you're going to like a lot less

than you'll like it here.

Here it is.

We get out here.

- But I, I, I live here.

- Right, my friend.

We just can't convict you.

Therefore, you're a free man.

I'm honored to bring you personally home again

and everyone can see us.

- You can't do that to me!

I tried to knife a man!

You have to take me back!

- I'm sorry for you.

Scotland Yard has the right to arrest you or throw you out!

Now get out of here!

- Now, friend, good luck.

(suspenseful music)

(bell rings)

- Good evening.

- Good evening, sir.

Cigars, cigarettes?

- Well, no, I don't smoke.

- Oh, no?

- Yes.

I really don't know what to say now.

- Scotland Yard sent you, didn't they?

- Yes, I admit I've been sent to you.

Of course, it's true.

Inspector Weston sent me here to see.

My name is Parker and I'm a--

- Butler, butler.

Butler, butler.

- Parker, the death butler if you will.

- You mean--

- I had the honor of working for Lord Arlington, Mr. Tanner,

Mr. Shelby, Mrs. Moore.

- Oh, you're the butler that guarantees

a quick and violent death.

- Oh, no.

I took part in the siege of Colonel Drood.

Remember that, my dear friend.

I am accustomed to excitement.

I can't live without a certain amount of tension in my life.

- Interesting.

What can I do for you?

- I asked Inspector Weston

for the most dangerous persons in London.

He should know where the most dangerous persons in London

are to be easily found.

- Should be the man.

- Should be the man,

but he told me you would know even better.

- A flatterer, that Inspector Weston.

If Scotland Yard depends on me, how could I say no?

- Sir, a recommendation?

- An old friend of mine.

As his Butler, I assure you,

you'll have all the excitement you want.

- Hi, boss.

- Has Babyface shown up yet?

Himself, no, but we have news about him.

- What?

- Dorries is alive.

- What?

- And Babyface went to Scotland Yard for help.

Weston and Allerman brought him home personally.

(Kerkie grunts)

- Better get going, Polinski.

Go see Babyface

and cut his throat.

(suspenseful music)

- Ah.

- Ah, the corpse is packing.

- What do you mean?

- The boss doesn't like it

when his men seem to get along with the police too well.

- But it's not true.

I tell you, I didn't lie.

You must believe me.

Yes, you must.

- So, must I?

You need a shave, Babyface.

- I've been busy.

- Now, you know, the boss likes you to look nice and neat,

always.

- Okay, I'll shave, Polinski.

- Very good.

You need it.

I'll be glad to help you.

(Babyface screams)

- Oh, boy, did I see a handbag!

Once side was baby croc and the other side was a--

- Okay, okay, buy it and be quiet.

- Well, do you know what they want for it?

English storekeepers are really gangs--

- How right you are.

- What is that, Kerkie doll, a box of cigars?

- Oh, that's a little gift, a sort of surprise.

(sultry music)

- Taxi.

- Mr. Minelli.

- Don't bother me now.

- You give a job, sir?

- My staff is complete.

- As butler, if you will.

- Go on, will you?

- But I have a recommendation

from a gentleman named Steve, your good friend.

- Taxi!

(ominous music)

- [Lilian] Tanner, Elias.

Safe 77.

(suspenseful music)

- You go ahead.

I'm going back.

(bell rings)

- O'Connor!

(gun blasts)

(bell rings)

(suspenseful music)

(gun blasts)

(sirens blare)

(suspenseful music)

- The end of the terror in London.

- Yes.

The leaders are dead,

and the little vermin are bound to disappear.

Mrs. Minelli.

They all come to this end, gangsters like those.

- I expected it.

I begged him so to quit.

Who did it?

- Gunner Steve used this to finish him.

But the bullet in his body, they came from O'Connor.

- O'Connor?

He's dead and buried.

- Dead men don't sign checks, Mrs. Minelli,

or shoot with machine guns.

(ominous music)

Did you find him?

- There's nobody in the whole house.

- Can't imagine how he got away.

We surrounded the whole place.

- Over the roof.

- Impossible.

- We better check the cellar.

(Bomb ticks)

(ominous music)

- [Lilian]...be accepted as my final wishes

in the disposal of my estate.

I bequeath all of my property, real and tangible,

to my only relative, my nephew by blood.

- [Edwin] Good evening, Miss Ranger.

- What are you doing here?

- I was going to ask you that.

- I'm working.

- And I'm a very sociable fellow.

I can't leave a young and pretty girl all alone here

in a dark bank vault.

- I thought that you were in South America.

- My being in London a shock?

I've never left England.

It pleased me that Inspector Weston believed

I visited England to see you,

but I had lots of other interests in London, my dear,

interests worth half a million pounds.

- You just made use of me.

- That's how I felt at first.

You see, at the time I forged that will making me sole heir,

I didn't know you personally,

or I wouldn't have done what I finally did.

- What did you do?

- What do you think?

- You, you sent the blackmail messages.

You had your uncle murdered.

- Hmm, how could I help it?

He put the police on my trail.

My uncle had no debts at all, my dear.

You see, it's a clear fortune.

And the bank documents that showed the debts were my work.

- Can't be.

The bank material was all correct, signed by the director.

- Yes, the director is me.

The Dorries bank is me.

- You?

- Yeah.

Bought the bank while I was in Chicago,

a marvelous place to keep my loot from America, you see.

All this is nothing.

- And what made you tell me all about it?

- My dear Lilian.

- I might go to the police and tell what I know!

- Up to now, no one who knew too much

lived to talk to the police.

I'm about to do something very foolish.

A man like me can't afford ordinary feelings.

I am in love with you,

and you'll admit that you don't exactly dislike me.

- This must be it.

- What?

- Dorries Bank.

I think it's just on the other side of this wall.

- You still believe

that all trails lead to the Dorries Bank, huh?

(Bomb ticks)

(explosion blasts)

- Allerman, come over here!

A secret door!

- Forget all this nonsense.

Come with me.

I'm rich, a new life can begin.

As the wife of Edwin Tanner, you'll live well.

And the gangster, O'Connor, that everyone thinks is dead

will really be so.

- It's better if you kill me too.

- Halt!

(suspenseful music)

(gun blasts)

(guns blast)

(gun blasts)

(guns blast)

(gun blasts)

Sorry you have to leave so soon, Allerman.

- My job here is finished.

Now I have a vacation coming.

- Where to, Italy or Spain?

- [Allerman] Neither, in Chicago.

- Scotland Yard will miss you

and they will need another hero to step in behind you, sir.

- Oh, no, Parker, don't tell me you plan to...

- Ah, I will do exactly what I have to do.

I'm tired of butlering.

I plan to join the police forces at once,

since I know exactly how to do the work.

Don't you see?

(laid back music)