All language subtitles for 03 - Campion Dancers in Mourning pt1

[THEME SONG PLAYING]

# We're over the moon

# We're up in the sky

# Not a moment too soon

# We're learning to fly

# We're over the moon

# Never been there before

# They're singing our tune

# Across the top of the globe

# We're over the moon

# Flying high in the sky

# Yes, we're learning to fly

# To fly over the moon

# Ahh-ahh-ahh

# The lady is lovely

# The lady is free

# There's only one place for

# That lady to be

# That's here in my arms

# For the whole world to see

# Because my lady was lucky
in love

# In love with

# Me

# In love with me #

[APPLAUSE]

WOMAN: It was a
wonderful play!
SUTANE: I'm glad you liked it.

-Now, who's this for?
-It's for me, Rosie.

Rosie, all right.

-There we are, Rosie.
-Thank you!

MAN: I've seen in three times.
SUTANE: Three times!
My dear fellow.

What a glutton for punishment
you are.

[CROWD LAUGHS]

Good night, everybody!

WOMEN IN CROWD: Good night,
Mr Sutane!

Be sure to come again,
won't you.

Good.

We've put up fresh glass
almost every other day.

Sutane's manager, Jacqueline
Petrie, telephoned us.

But Scotland Yard does have
rather more pressing business.

Oh, thank you, Lugg.

I thought it might be the sort
of thing you'd enjoy, Albert.

Vie de boheme,smell of the
grease paint, and so on?

# The lady is lovely

# The lady is free

# There's only one place where

# That lady should be #

[CLEARS THROAT]
Yes. Thank you, Lugg.

# Oranges, sir?
Penny a pair

# Firm and juicy
Free as the air

# Oh, it's so nice to be the
mistress of a king

# 'Cause you can get to put
on fancy clothes and rings

#Charlie is me boo
and a lucky so-and-so

# What respect to be
The plaything of a king #

Anything new?

Well, she isn't.

I meant disturbances.

50 if she's a day.

Actually, she's 42.

Chloe Pye.

Look out!

No disturbances.

Not with me on watch.

They all worship him.

Excuse me, please. Keep aside.
Keep it moving.

# Oranges, sir, tenner a dozen

# Firm and juicy

Your Highness, I'm not
dressed yet!

I'm en decollete.

As the French would say.

Oh, all right.

Come to Nellie, naughty boy!

[APPLAUSE]

# The lady is lovely

# The lady is free

# There's only one place where

# That lady should be

# That's here in my arms

# For the whole world to see #

Ah, Campion!

Shh!

All right, all right.

[WHISPERING]
Campion!

Very good of you to drop in.

Your man all right, is he?

In his element, I think.

Claims theatrical
antecedency, sir.

Uncle was a carpenter at the
Hackney Empire.

Oh, really?

He seems to be exerting
some influence.

In the five nights we've had
him here,

everything's gone quiet.

Which supports my theory...

It's an inside job, and Lugg
has frightened them off.

Yes, exactly.

Let's go and have a drink,
shall we?

I'm sorry,
Mr Konrad has orders.

Look, there's not enough room
for the artists, let alone you
bringing in bicycles.

Well, don't be tiresome,
Richards.

I've just been presented it by
the Speedo club, of which I'm
honorary president!

What else am I supposed to do
with it?

Miss Bellew brings her
Great Dane.

Miss Bellew is a principal!

Go stick it in the yard with
the rest of the junk!

Sock, tell that wretched man
to give me back my bicycle,

and pay attention to the
important things that are
happening in this theatre.

It's not really my business,
old chap.

I'm sorry.

Well, Jimmy will certainly
be hearing about it.

Chorus boy.

Thinks he's a star on
looks alone.

Doesn't seem to realise
that it takes hard work,

and discipline, talent,

and perhaps even a touch
of humility from time to time.

He's Jimmy's understudy.

Ah, Henry, fix us both a
drink, will you, please?

What will you have,
Campion, whisky?

-Thanks very much.
-Take a seat.

How's our master tonight?

Not himself at all, Mr Petrie.

There's...

There's been another incident.

-I must have a word.
-Not now, my boy.

Thank you, Henry.

Ah, Jimmy.

This is Mr Campion.

Mr Campion!

Inspector Oates recommended
him to help us with our spot
of bother, do you remember?

My dear fellow, I'm so sorry.
Good of you to come.

-And Mister?
-Lugg, sir.

Lugg, yes, that's your man,
isn't it?

You've got drinks, good.

Milk for me, I'm afraid.

[GROANS]
I'm exhausted.

You've heard what's been
going on.

My manager thinks I've got
persecution mania.

Oh, come on.

I don't think anything of
the sort.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Oh, for God's sake, Henry,
please no callers!

Tell them I'm saying
my prayer.

I'm going to pieces here.

I've been keeping my
ears open,

take it from me, sir, there's
nothing but friendliness
towards you. Everywhere.

Oh, yes. Evidently.

[COUGHS]

Golly!

Left by a messenger boy at the
stage door not an hour ago.

No card?

And...

This.

The oldest, dirtiest trick
in the business.

A pin in the grease paint.

They had it buried in the
silver paper.

I was bound to work my way
down to it one day,
just happened to be tonight.

It's trivial, isn't it?
Yes, I know.

Tuppenny ha'penny squirts of
malice, but after a month
of it?

[SIGHS]

I've been such a blasted
popular chap for so long,
now this.

Look, we only live 20 miles
down the road, why don't you
drive over next Sunday?

And bring Mr Lugg with you.
We'll all be there.

We're rehearsing a new show.

SUTANE: Five, six,
seven, eight!

That's lovely, that's lovely.

We'll put that in. Can we just
try once again, a little
bouncier this time, all right?

Five, six, seven, eight.

Nice if you can afford it,
nice and bohemian.

A bit colonial, isn't it.

Late 19th century with a
Spanish influence, I'd fancy.

What's my job, kitchen duty?

Oh, you might catch a
whiff of something.

Providence!

You can help me, darlings,
whoever you are.

Albert Campion.

I'm Chloe Pye.

-And you're?
-Lugg.

Ma'am.

The detective?

If you're at a loose end,
would you be so sweet as to
carry my chair?

Now, then.
Over there, I think.

No, no.
Up here, out of the wind.

They're all in the house.

Shop, shop.

Oh, thank you, dear.
Nothing but shop.

Ah! They're all quite mad,
my dear.

Oh, tell somebody to bring me
some ice water, will you?

[DOG BARKING]

Ah, down, you little beast!

Get in! Get in.

Watch your mistress.

You're Mr Campion.

He's depending on you,
the poor man.

He's rehearsing in the hall,
been at it since 8:00
this morning,

and hasn't had his
massage yet.

Would you mind
going round through
the music room windows,

round the side.

You have just met Finny.

An extraordinary woman.
Come on, I'll take you around.

She's devoted to Jimmy,
looks after him like a nurse.

The other day I went in and
she had him on the mattress,
stark as a plucked chicken.

Pummelling the life
out of him, she was.

We're all terrified of her.

Come on, it's this way.

This is Squire Mercer,
our resident genius.

For God's sake, Mercer, stop
playing that infuriating tune
and say, "How do you do?"

It's a funeral march for a
dead dancer.

"Mutes in Dance Time."

I like it.

No doubt you do,
but it gives me the pip.

Then go away.

I'm Albert Campion.

What do you make of it all,
Mr Campion?

Shall we take them seriously,
these little insults?

[HUFFS]

You're filthy,
go and get washed!

Albert Campion.

SOCK: This is Eve.

-SOCK: Jimmy's baby sister.
-Hello.

Oh, my God, it's in the paper!

"Garlic for the star.

"Jimmy Sutane dances with
tears in his eyes."

How did the press get
hold of this?

Well, I'll wager the stage
doorman, Richards.

Richards?

No, no. He's above suspicion.

Henry?

No, I'd put my shirt on him.

I feel like a boiled lobster.

Iced water.

Would it be too much trouble
for me to have some
ice water?

I've been sweltering in the
garden for hours.

Move up, Squire, darling.

What are you going to play for
poor, thirsty Chloe?

Play some of the
old songs.

Oh, Ms Pye requires some
iced water, Hughes.

Very good, sir.

That makes me cry whenever I
hear it, even now.

But I don't want to make
you cry.

Don't you, darling?

You are sweet.

Play "Nothing Matters Now".

CHLOE: That was pure,
unadulterated genius.

Pure Wurlitzer, pure corn.

Don't make fun of it,

it's got the sexual urge that
grips one in the tummy.

Mm. Whether or not it makes
you sick.

[LAUGHS]
Oh, Sock, darling,
is that you?

Sweet, smelly old clothes in
the chair, don't interrupt me.

I'm going to play something
that you've forgotten, now get
your hands out of the way.

Listen, everyone!

# When the stars are
wide awake

# Water lily girl

# I'll be waiting by the lake

# Water lily girl

# There's a beating heart
at stake

# Will you hide and... #

You are a nasty little girl,
aren't you, Chloe?

Nobody asked you down here,
you know.

You're rude, and you're wrong.

# I'll be there for old
time's sake

# Water... #

Crawling all over us in a
bathing suit.

Jimmy and I are old friends.

It's so charming here,
Mrs Sutane.

Jimmy really shouldn't work
so hard,

he should relax here,
especially on a Sunday in
this weather.

It's the new show,
I have no influence.

Miss Finbrough has
no influence.

And I'm not sure where we're
going to eat lunch.

Well, I'm famished!

Sock, the piano is blocking
the dining room door.

My dear Linda, I'm afraid
we've reduced your house to
absolute chaos again.

-I wouldn't have it any
other way.
-Excuse me, please.

Albert Campion.

My husband said you
were coming.

Thank you.

HUGHES: The ice water.

I don't think anyone needs it
any more, Hughes.

I shall drink it.

Very good, sir.

I do hope you won't think
we're all neurotic.

MRS SUTANE: Or mad.

This business hasn't touched
you personally, has it?

Come and see the lake.

They're all exhibitionists.

So busy performing they
haven't time to think of
anyone else.

Not that they don't like
other people.

Just that they haven't a
moment to consider them.

I don't know if you're
quite the person to help us.

Why not?

Because you're not
part of them.

You can observe,
but you won't understand.

And you'll find them
unsympathetic.

How do you find them?

Oh, I'm used to them.

After seven years married to
Jimmy, can't help it.

I'm sorry if I was rude.

I'm frightened, you see.

For Jimmy, and for all of us.

He's beginning to feel
as if some kind of doom
were hanging over him.

Do stay and help.

I received that two days ago.

[CAMPION READS ALOUD]
"Watch your husband with his
co-star, Mrs Sutane,

"adulterers must suffer.

"In friendship."

Unsigned.

Green ink.

Woman's hand.

No capitals.

I don't believe it, of course.

Slippers is a sweet girl,
but she's not very bright.

Not Jimmy's type at all.

Have you shown this to anyone?

May I take charge of it?

Willingly.

[TAPPING NOISE]

[GLASS CLINKING]

A word. Well,
maybe one or two.

[CHUCKLES FROM GUESTS]

Now, I'd like to thank you
all today for being here,

my dear, dear friends.

And I'm sorry I've had to
leave you for so long to your
own devices,

but the new show must go on.

[CLAMOUR OF SUPPORT]

No, one cannot stand
still for a moment,

if one's fragile reputation

rests on the movement
of one's feet.

[LAUGHTER FROM GUESTS]

So, I raise my glass to

dearest Chloe.

CHLOE: Oh...

Who's made such a spectacular
return to the London stage,

after a shameful absence.

JIMMY: Hear, to Chloe.
ALL: To Chloe.

Bravo.

Thank you, darling.

JIMMY: To my faithful manager,
and guardian angel, dear Sock.

SOCK: Thank you.
ALL: Thank you, Sock.

JIMMY: And my little sister
Eve.

Late joy of my life,

with wisdom beyond her years,
and all to play for.

JIMMY: Now, Squire Mercer.
Squire Mercer, you know,
is a tunesmith by trade,

but, by Jupiter, what tunes.

ALL: Hear, hear.

CHLOE: To Squire Mercer,

bachelor, misogynist, genius.

[SCATTERED CHUCKLES]

JIMMY: And now...

CHLOE: # Water lily girl... #

[CLAPPING]

And now, the most
precious jewel in all my life,

Linda, my lovely wife,

who knows all my
weaknesses, but forgives all.

ALL: Dear Linda.

Benny Konrad,

star of the future,
and cyclist extraordinaire.

And, Slippers. Dear Slippers.

Well, what can I say
about dear Slippers,

that hasn't already been
said about Slippers?

A rich talent,
a dazzling youth...

All right, darling,
don't rub it in.

Sock, pass the
grapes, will you.

And finally, our honoured
guest, Mr Albert Campion.

Giving so very
generously of his time,

to help rid us of our
irksome little problem.

To Mr Campion.

ALL: To Mr Campion.

Mr Campion.

[DOG BARKS]

JIMMY: You will stay,
won't you, Campion?
We need to talk.

Honey, they'll miss
their train.

Not with my
driving, they won't.

Back in a jiffy.

Would you like some
coffee in the garden?

Thank you.

I'll join you there.

Can we go home?

Not yet.

I don't know what I'm
doing here, trying to find
the culprit among his friends.

What did you discover?

Disgruntled kitchen,

butler a pompous old
sod on his last legs.

Malcontented, reckon
he's badly treated.

What about the lady
of the house?

Not her.

They pity her.
It's the week-enders.
The actors.

No regular meals, no manners.

[PIANO PLAYING]

Squire Mercer, the composer.

Really?

Lives on a cottage
on the estate.

Haven't you heard anything?

[WOMAN'S LAUGHTER]

I'm going to dance by the lake
on this warm, passionate,
exalting evening.

All right, all right.
I'll put a couple of
records on for you,

and then I must
go and look at my old bus.

Oh, come on.

Well, she's got to get me
back to town tonight, the
poor old strumpet.

So you think.

-So I damn well know,
my dear...
-I want to dance, too!

Hello. What does Donald
Duck want now?

Well, there you are, then.

You can carry the
gramophone down.

I've got to go see to my car.

And be very careful
with these records.

Well, come back
when you're finished.

Wee!

There's acres of it.

And it's not Sutane's,
it's hers.

Belonged to her uncle.

She met dancing boy
when he was down visiting
Mercer, seven years ago.

But then, I expect you
knew all that.

What's the word
on the marriage?

Blissful.

He's up in town all
week at the flat,

she doesn't care for London.

Then there's Miss Finbrough.

Massager, and bottle washer.

Lugg...

Go away.

So, we're happy with the
number, all right. Well, I'll
put the arrangements in hand,

we can record them
in the next couple days.

All right? Okay,
goodbye. Bye, love.

Oh, look, you're going
to miss it, come on.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[CONDUCTOR'S WHISTLE BLOWS]

[HIGH-PITCHED WOMAN'S SCREAM]

Yes!

Are you leaving?

Haven't I played enough?

You soothe me.

[PLAYING PIANO]

No, not "Water Lily Girl."

This is very good.

I'm very happy.

I believe you are.

JIMMY: [SHOUTING]
Come down here!

Somebody come!

Come at once!

I've killed her.

Oh, my God, Linda,
I've killed her.

I've killed Chloe Pye!

JIMMY: And she just...

Dropped straight.

Straight down in front of me.

I didn't even see
her till she...

Flashed passed
the wind screen.

-It was a pure accident.
-Oh, don't be a fool.

That's where she came from,
the bridge, up there.

Did you see her fall?

No. No, I did not.

I was just blinding along,
I was looking at the road,
not up in the sky.

Now listen, she was
waiting for you,

and she waved for you to stop.

She probably imagined
she was a,

a fairy, or a bumblebee
or something.

She leant over the bridge,

and lost her balance.

That must be what happened.

I mean, Chloe wouldn't
kill herself, she was making
a comeback in your show.

She's been in
high spirits all day.

Yes.

Yes, of course she wouldn't.

You're right, she was.

I'm Dr Bouverie,
somebody phoned my house.

-Said someone was hurt.
-Yes, um, she's here.

This is Mr Sutane.

-Ah, yes, you were
driving the car.
-Yes, I was.

Did she jump?

Or was she pushed?

Neither.

But will the good
doctor notice?

You must go to bed.

-I'll tuck him up.
-Oh, for God sake, Finny!

I'm not a mental deficient! We
have to think about the press.

-Come on, Mr Sutane...
-It's all right. All right?
All right.

I'll deal with the press.

You've got to keep fit,
old chap. The whole outfit
depends on you.

Oh.

I knew there was
nothing I could do, so
I kept out of the way.

-Was that right?
-BENNY: Are the police
involved?

Hmm?

They've taken the body
down to Burley.

They'll inform the coroner,
there will be a post-mortem
tomorrow.

But it was an accident.

Yes, of course it was.

Strange.

Now there's a woman
we hardly knew,

and didn't particularly
want to know, she
was rude and noisy,

and a blasted nuisance.

And now...

She's dead.

Wait here.

[CAMPION CLEARS THROAT]

Is the fuss over?

What are you doing here?

Cooling off.

I hate snoopers.

Good night.

What is it?

Miss Chloe Pye's skirt.

You mean, the press
were friendly then?

Oh, yes, Jimmy, just
the same as always.

I couldn't keep them away.

You know,

it's a funny thing but,

I spent the best part of
my life trying to get
you into the news,

and the last three weeks,
trying to keep you out of it.

Do you need me at the
inquest this afternoon?

There is some work
I should like to do.

And I must get back to town.

Keep my nerves cool.

It's not easy stepping
into the star part at a
moment's notice.

Even though one's been
understudying for months,

ruining one's reputation
in obscurity.

Now, there's no need to
excite yourself, my boy.

I'm not deserting the show.

What?

You're not going on tonight!

You can't!

-But Sock told me,
he promised!
-Oh, do shut up, Konnie.

I'm rehearsing this afternoon!

This afternoon you will
stand up in a coroner's court,
and explain why

you left Chloe by the lake.

You were the last person
to see her alive, you
know that, don't you?

Look, I explained all that
to the police this morning!

She asked me to put
a record on,

I told her, if she wanted to
hop around looking like a
sentimental old crane,

she could jolly well wind
up her own gramophone.

She got frightfully offensive
and jealous, so I left her.

And you went straight
back to the house,
and up to your room?

-Yes.
-Did anyone see you?

I passed Hughes in the hall.

And how long did
you stay in your room?

Oh, I don't know.
An hour or more.

I heard Mercer
playing downstairs.

Then I heard the rumpus, and
came down to find Mrs Sutane
phoning the police.

Okay, why are you asking
me all this? You're not
a policeman.

What was I playing?

Your new tune, weren't you?

Continuously? Hmm?
For over an hour?

What else did I play?

Your usual stuff.

Bits and pieces.

Nothing outstanding.

Look, I didn't see the
accident, I had nothing
to do with it,

if that's what you're
insinuating.

I only know what
everyone knows, and
what Jimmy will find out

if he goes on stage
this evening.

That he killed Chloe Pye,

he ran over her,
and he murdered her.

You, down, venomous
little beast.

JIMMY: Oh, shut up, Finny.

Dear God, what a
pack of apes.

Pull yourselves together,
all of you.

Konrad, I don't even know
what you're doing in here.

Get out.

And as for you, Finny,
my dear good girl.

Stick to your damn job. Do.

I'm sorry, Mr Sutane.

BENNY: I'm sorry
if I was rude.

You can end my engagement
if you like, but I can't
hide my feelings.

Thousands of cyclists are
killed every year by
people like him.

Who drive cars as though
they're on a racetrack.

From a humane point of view
I'd say that Chloe Pye
was murdered!

[DOOR SHUTS]

Suppose she was?

Yes, it's an interesting case.

You are a medical man?

Purely from a forensic
point of view.

I realised her skull had
been fractured by the fall.

Yes, her head injuries would
have killed her in an hour or
so, if she hadn't

already been dead.

You mean, she wasn't
killed by the car?

No, no, no, no.
She died of fright, you know.

Yes, fright acting upon a
condition that she had,
called status lymphaticus.

It's an enlarging
of the thymus.

The aorta is narrower than
usual, and the heart was
slightly under-developed.

A sudden shock could
have killed her at any time.

I shan't be making any
definite inquiries, that's
the job of the coroner.

Now, I was just wondering...

Ah.

I was wondering,
did you know of her
suffering from any

choking or fainting fits?

No, I never heard of it.

Until she joined the show,
I'd hardly met Chloe Pye.

Except perhaps at parties.

She was a virtual
stranger to me, I'm afraid.

Oh, it's a very fine-looking
machine, Mr Konrad.

Might I try it?

Well, I do need it
for a rally on Sunday.

I'm the president of the
Speedo Club, you know.

I often have to go
to Paris, and judge races.

Be careful with it.

BENNY: Campion.

You're just the man
I need to talk to.

I'm not one to tell tales,

but with everyone being so
beastly about me,
I have to defend myself.

Last week, at the theatre,
I overheard, quite by chance,
Sutane and Chloe Pye talking.

Sutane said,

"I don't want you
coming down, Chloe,

"I've done all I have to do,
and I won't have you
in my house."

And she said, "Your wife's
asked me,

"And how are you going to
stop me, my lamb."

And he said, "I don't know,

"but if you try and break up
my home, I'll stop you, even
if I have to strangle you."

And those, I swear,
were their very words.

Are you coming with us,
Konrad? We're off
to the inquest.

Yes, all right. Just a minute.

I don't like the way
you question me, Campion,

but I believe you're honest,
unlike some people.

I'm relying on you
to do the right thing.

-Come on, Konnie.
-Yes, yes!

Well, find somewhere
in the house for it.
Keep it safe for me.

I'll be back for it
next weekend.
The rally isn't far from here.

Hey, I'm not a skivvy
in this establishment.

What's new?

Chloe Pye died of fright at
least 15 minutes before
she fell off that bridge.

Who says it was 15 minutes?

The absence of bleeding
when I examined her,

a detail the good doctor
seems to have missed.

So somebody killed her
in the garden and
carried her up to the bridge.

Could have been the slightest
accidental touch. She had
an illness, a condition.

Where was everyone
during that hour?

Where were you?

Keepin' an eye on where
you was.

Hughes has just asked
for a week's leave of absence.

Events have rather
got him down, poor man.

Oh, well, he's very old and he
never cared much for actors.

I've got them all coming back
for tea after the inquest,

including Chloe Pye's
sister-in-law.

I'm sure Mr Lugg would be
only too pleased to step in.

-Oh!
-CAMPION: Wouldn't you, Lugg?

Oh, no.
I couldn't touch a thing.

No, of course not.

We were ever so fond of her,
you know.

Dad, that's my late husband,
her brother, worshipped her,
I know.

Whoever would have thought
we'd be sitting
in a coroner's court,

listening to a verdict of
"Death by misadventure because
of insufficient evidence"?

[MRS POLE SOBBING]

Oh, Mrs Pole, you know there
really are no words to express
my feelings.

Oh, I know that, Mr Sutane.

And I've been such an admirer
of yours over the years.

You mustn't blame yourself,
dear.

The coroner said that,
didn't he?

Ah, yes, yes.

Now, Mrs Pole, you really
must excuse us.

Mr Sutane has to drive
all the way to London now
for the evening performance.

Oh, yes, the theatre.

Well, nothing must stand
in the way of that.

I'll arrange the funeral
for Friday.

And, afterwards, at my house.

Oh, you can trust me,
everything will be done
properly.

Oh, what about
her belongings? I should like
to take them with me,

if that's all right.

-They're through here.
-Thank you.

Lugg, Chloe's luggage, please.

What an unmitigating, utterly
loathsome piece of vulgar
female muck.

Well, didn't you see her?

Her filthy, unctuous weeping.

You've all been ever so nice.

Um, she, she had a handbag,
did she?

Uh, Eve, Chloe's handbag?

It was on the piano
in the music room,

one of those fold-over things
with a gilt snap.

-Chloe's handbag.
-What about it?

Well, it's not here.

It can't have vanished
into space. Are you sure
she had a handbag?

She always carried a handbag.

Here you are, Mrs Pole.

I'm taking Finny
up to London with me.
Moral and physical support.

Now we really, we really must
be leaving.

Finny, have you seen a handbag
belonging to Miss Pye?

No, I'm afraid I haven't.

Could we have packed it
in the suitcase?

I've got it. It was on the
table on the upstairs landing.

I thought I'd noticed
it there.

What a relief!
Goodbye, darling.

-Goodbye again, Mrs Pool.
-Pole.

Oh, Pole. I'm so sorry.
Come on, Finny!

Please.

Uh, one moment please.

I'm not impugning
the servants, of course,

but I do know that Chloe
always used to keep a certain
amount of money

and a few small items of value
in her handbag.

Oh.

Well, that all seems
quite satisfactory.

Now, off you go
to your theatre!

MERCER: Find what you wanted,
Konrad?

-What?
-I saw you take it
from the piano this morning.

That's a lie.

What should I want with it?

More likely you, Mercer.

I warn you,
don't start anything.

I might hold my tongue
for a day or two,
until my rally's over,

but after that,
you can all look out.
All of you.

OATES: So, what was taken?

A cheap, silver wristwatch
with broken glass
and an inscription.

"From C to J always, 1920."

I looked in the bag myself,
of course, before breakfast.

You're on good form.

So, from Chloe
to an old boyfriend, J.

Jimmy Sutane?

They were virtual strangers,
according to Jimmy.

What did Benny Konrad
want with it?

-If it was Konrad.
-Oh, I'm certain it was.

One more thing to hold
against Sutane.

The boy's eaten up with
jealousy and I'm sure he's
the one behind the pranks.

When a man like Sutane
is overworking,

there's nothing like a spot of
persecution to push him
to the edge,

and Konrad's his understudy.

This was sent to Mrs Sutane.

Sorry.

Thank you.

"Watch your husband with his
co-star, Mrs Sutane.

"Adulterers must suffer.
In friendship."

Green ink. No capitals.

And no signature.

-A woman?
-My first thought, Chloe Pye,
but it's not her handwriting.

I looked in her diary.

Not Konrad's either, but he
could have an accomplice.

You'll poison yourself
without Lugg.

You're probably right.

But Lugg's doing the job,
I hope, listening at doors.

There's a lot going on
in Sutane's house
I don't understand.

And there's someone
in particular
I don't want hurt.

Who could that be, I wonder?

You were her boyfriend,
were you, dear?

I understand.

You've got a wife
and you're worried about
letters in the wrong hands.

You wouldn't be the first
with Chloe, God rest her. Ooh!

-Did she owe you money
as well?
-No.

Oh!

I'm such a cat.

We did have our differences,
but I felt sorry for her,
really.

This is where she kept
most of her things.

Would you step this way,
please?

She used to live up here
when she was resting.

Of course, being in
the West End just recently,

she could afford two
nice rooms on the first floor.

Ooh, that's interesting!

That other woman's had a snoop
as well.

What other woman?

The one who brought her stuff
back from the theatre.

Little boiled cart horse,
she was, and...

Oh, excuse me.

I left these drawers shut,
I know I did!

I was a dancer once, you know.

Renee Roper, I was.

Don't pretend you've heard
of me.

Have you found
what you were looking for?

I don't think I'll bother.
It was just sentimental value.

Was there a particular friend
recently?

Well, there was her husband,
if you count him.

Her husband?

Ooh, now I've upset you.

They'd been parted for years,
dear.

Only he'd found her again
and was pestering her.

That was her story.

Wishful thinking more like.

She was lonely.

She was going down this last
weekend to see him, to make
him give her a divorce.

-Did she ever mention
his name?
-No.

And she made me swear
never to tell a soul.

Doesn't matter now, does it?

RENEE: Poor thing.

[DRUM ROLL]

Mr Sutane's in his
dressing room, sir.
He isn't performing tonight.

We didn't think it
quite proper, not after
Miss Pye's funeral.

Mr Konrad's gone on for him.

It's down there
on the right, sir.

-Yes, thank you, Richards.
-You're welcome.

Leave us, Finny.

Campion.

I owe you an explanation.

-Not necessary.
-My dear fellow, you really
must listen to me.

When I said I hardly knew
Chloe Pye, I was lying.

I lied to the doctor,
I lied on oath
in the coroner's court.

I knew her very well indeed
16 years ago.

You guessed that already,
didn't you?

-Jimmy, you must...
-Not now!

[DISTANT APPLAUSE]

I met her in Paris in 1920.

We were partners
in a vaudeville act.

And lovers.

We toured all over Canada
and the States.

She was the star then,
of course. I was nobody.

Well, I got pretty sick of...
Oh, do sit down,
my dear fellow.

Yes, I got sick of her being
the star, so we split up
and I came home.

She had her own methods
of getting along.
Abroad, mostly.

Then, five weeks ago,
she turned up here,
wanting a job.

Well, you saw the kind of
woman she was,
vain, demanding.

What she really wanted
was reassurance.

I told her I was
happily married,

that any silly attempt
on me was ruled out.

She seemed sensible. I thought
she was merely hard-up,

but then suddenly I was
at her mercy.

We never appeared in England
together, so nobody knew
about us.

So what exactly did you fear
from her?

Ah, I don't know.

Some tasteless revelation
to Linda.

Linda thinks that I am
the most remarkable

and magnificent person
in the world.

Look, I respect
your confidence.

I think you took an appalling
risk denying all knowledge
of her,

but you should
get away with it.

-It's over.
-No, no, no,
you don't understand!

I'm an important person.

So damned important
I'm terrified every time
I think about it.

The people here
at this theatre, Finny, Linda,
they're all dependent on me,

on my reputation, on my feet!

If I should ever lose
my nerve.

You've gotta help me,
don't you see?

You've gotta be on my side.

[KNOCKING]

-Yes, what is it, Henry?
-Mr Konrad wants a word
in his dressing room.

Yes, if Mr Konrad want a word,
tell him to come and see me
in my dressing room.

He has got his big change
for the second act, sir.

Hello, Jimmy. How am I doing?

I haven't been watching.
What do you want?

Did you have
weekend arrangements?

I'm dropping in on Sunday
morning to collect my bicycle.

The club's meeting
at Boarbridge Station, it's
just down the line from you.

I'll need a room to change
my togs and Sock can bring
my case back to town.

You've asked him, have you?

Well, I don't see
any difficulties.

I mean, if you don't want me
there, just throw the bicycle
out of the gate

and I'll change
behind a hedge.

-You can have your room.
-[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Your call, Mr Konrad.

I must fly!

[INDISTINCT MURMURING]

Sweet of you both
to wish me luck.

Blast his arrogance.

Why do I let him get
under my skin?

He poses no threat to me.
He's a non-entity.

JIMMY: But you see the state
of my nerves.

-What have you found?
-Green ink.

Would you happen to know
who B is?

Yes, that's Beaut Siegfried,
ballet master.
He's a friend of Benny's.

CAMPION: Beaut Siegfried

and Benny Konrad

are your persecutors.

Benny Konrad.

Might have guessed.

What will you do with him?

I'll get rid of him.

What else?

# Where did you go?

# What did you do?

# Did you travel the world?

# Were the skies always blue?

# The days full of sunlight

# The nights full of joy

# Did you make a new start?

# Did you ever astound?

# Where did you go?

# Dearest #

[SCREAMING]

OATES: Konrad's dead.

Someone threw a bomb at him.