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Thank you.

Oh, you're so happy.

You sure, here we go.

I was so afraid I was going to miss it.

My mention, going up this morning.

But then of course the morning train would have been crowded.

You wouldn't have to know which horse won.

The Dalby?

The whole let me think.

I'd be so upset with this dreadful business.

Maybe Juju.

Juju II.

I don't think it was Juju.

They said he had the chance.

My computer says he does.

I've programmed all the variables.

The jockey, the horse, the track conditions, everything.

And each time it came up the same.

Juju.

I'm sorry.

I do get a little carried away.

Probably don't even know what I'm talking about.

You'll make it sound so exciting.

But I'm sure an old muddle head like me couldn't begin to grasp anything about computers.

Oh sure you could.

You see, it's only a question of probabilities.

Now look, imagine you have a jigsaw puzzle.

Only some of the pieces are missing.

All right.

Take the pieces you have and you leave them into the computer remembering that the pieces are numbers.

And then the computer will tell you what the missus is.

And it will tell you what the missing pieces probably look like.

Oh, and it is no matter of absolute certainty.

If it were, I'd be rich.

I'm sure you do very nicely with your winnings.

Oh, oh, the Derby.

No, no, you see, I did that just for fun.

I'm a researcher at MIT, near Boston.

Um, I'm Luke Williams by the way.

And I'm Lavennial Fullerton.

I gather you're on holiday?

Yes, yes, this is my first tour of Europe and I am beginning to see what it is I have been missing.

You could develop other passions then.

Yeah.

Just as well perhaps.

You know, Alexander Pope says, one master passion in the breast like Aaron's serpent swallows up the rest.

SA on man, a pistol one.

A pistol two.

It's hard being alone, I know.

Of course I do have one key pool.

My cat, you see.

Beautiful.

But he had such a painful ear lately.

And he was missing this morning.

I simply couldn't leave until he was found.

And why am I stopping?

I'm so late as it is.

Well, I don't see anything.

Yeah.

Well, I can only hope they don't keep usual office hours at Scotland Yard.

Uh, Scotland Yard.

Oh, I'm sure it's safe to tell you.

You see, our constable at which would be the most important thing.

I'm sure it's safe to tell you.

You see, our constable at which would is used to dealing with traffic problems and even with dogs who found the footbays.

But I feel certain he is just not the man to deal with.

Well, with murder.

Mother.

Oh, yes.

After the third time one knows.

Three men?

At least three that know of.

It's the look, you see.

That terrible mad look on the killer's face before striking.

I saw it first with Major Houghton's wife and she died.

And then there was Harry Carter and Tommy Pierce.

And I feel certain that Dr. Humblebee will be next.

And the terrible thing is that if I told him he wouldn't believe him, know who they are constable.

But it's Scotland Yard.

Now you're sure?

I can't help you find a cab just getting a mornin'.

Thank you. It's quite all right.

Oh, look, that's your house.

Oh, Widdle Jimmy sees that house.

Well, I must be off.

It's such a pleasure.

Thank you.

Um, uh, pardon me, Mrs. Fullerton.

Professor Williams, it's enough to know that you actually wrote it.

I couldn't think of taking it from you.

Please.

It's dedicated to my Aunt Mary.

And she never even saw.

In that case, I shall treasure it.

Um, Mrs. Fullerton, about this murder business,

Do you know what first I said you didn't believe me?

Well, the thing of it in terms of, uh, well, probabilities.

Now, it'd be pretty tough for someone to try and get away with all those murders.

Oh, forgive me, Professor, but that's where you're in error.

You see, the person in question is just the last person anyone would suspect.

And so long as no one suspects you, murder is easy.

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welcome to London.

Jimmy, how are you?

Did you see those derby results?

Did I see them.

I already have a computer lined up so that you can pick me out the window during the asking

me, check me.

Oh, no, no, not in me.

Now, this is my first vacation in years.

I have no intention of sitting in a computer room

and doing the same thing.

Just go on the look of this rock.

Because, uh, I'm going to go.

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APPLAUSE

I'm sorry, R&B, but...

I'm sorry, R&B.

I'm sorry your misfortune got a self-applied to the pavement like that.

And I really do think it's terribly decent of you to want to go to the funeral.

But I have lined up a couple of absolute beauties!

Oh, it's got in your odds.

And I thought, as you're no longer involved with Nancy...

Yeah.

Jimmy, do you know why I am no longer involved with Nancy?

Because Nancy said to me, I was more involved with my theories

than I was with her.

And a number of other ladies have said the same thing.

That's why you want to go to the funeral.

It's just that this lady got through to me.

And I'm very curious about Dr. Humblebee.

Jimmy, look, a lady is going to Scotland Yard.

She is going to identify a murderer,

and then she is killed.

Now, that defies the theory of probability.

Look, you can't believe her story.

This country is teeming with these dotty old years

full of direst imaginings.

They're a type.

Stout shoes, capacious handbag, getting warm.

Humblebee had a budgery gar as well, or a cat.

Walkie poo.

I rest my cares.

MUSIC

Oh, all right.

I'll take you to your funeral of which would then.

But I shall definitely expect you to come up with the Gold Cup

winner at the Royal Ascot for me.

MUSIC

In the beginning and the end, I will give unto him

that is a thirst to the fountain of the water of life.

Really.

He that overcometh shall inherit all things.

I will be his God, and he shall be my son.

MUSIC

And so the time has come for us to say our loss to goodbye

to our dear friend, the vineyard full of today.

And indeed, you have all been good friends to her.

Mr. Abbott, you served her well as a legal advisor for many years.

It made you a horton.

And you are remembering today, I know, how faithfully

Ms. Fulton attended your wife in her last illness.

Mr. Ellsworthy?

Mr. Ellsworthy.

And Ms. Wayne Fleet, of course.

Anoria, how well I remember you were in La Vineyard as young ladies

with Clarence Humbuby.

With your father too, Mr. Tear.

God rest his soul.

Now, certainly, of course, Lord Eastfield.

Always a fine friend to all, I'm sure.

MUSIC

Hey, Jimmy, will you slow down?

I want to talk to the bug.

That is not gaining on us.

No, no, Mr. Larimer!

What is the field?

Sir, what is you at the funeral?

It's Lady Barbara, not with you.

How is she?

Oh, my ma's very well.

Spend it, well, come along to tea.

Oh, don't think that's possible.

Oh, this is possible.

It's perfectly possible.

Sir, I only just live up the road.

What about the road?

Really, you mustn't insist.

I'm Bridget Conway, Lord Eastfield, Sir.

Jimmy Larimer and Luke Williams.

Bridget, Mr. Larimer's going to tea.

Gordon, please.

I gather Miss Fullerton was a friend.

No, actually, we came to see somebody.

That's right.

A duty call for Mama, really.

An older acquaintance of hers.

A fellow called Humbuby.

Dr. Humbuby.

Oh, dear.

Well, you're out to look there.

Humbuby's dead.

And I feel certain that Dr. Humbuby will be next.

Now, come on.

I'm the expert on probability, so don't tell me that Humbuby

just happened to drop dead right on schedule.

I'm not leaving until I find out what's going on around here.

I'm not leaving until I'm leaving.

I'm not leaving until I'm leaving until I'm leaving.

I'm not leaving until I'm leaving until I'm leaving.

I'm not leaving until I find out what's going on around here.

Oh, very well.

But you can't simply just waltz into a pokey little English village

and start asking questions all round.

You'll stick out a mile.

We'll just have to try and think of some plausible reason

for your being here.

But don't expect me to stay.

Well, I knew you'd come after all.

Tang Dynasty, I believe.

On the old.

Well, it's too bad about Dr. Humbuby.

Well, Humbuby was a muddle-headed old fool.

That means he'd tell you.

Well, it's too bad about Dr. Humbuby.

Well, Humbuby was a muddle-headed old fool.

That means he'd tell you.

Well, Humbuby was a muddle-headed old fool.

That means he disagreed with Gordon.

Well, he would oppose me on the question of our waters' reply.

If only you'd take the trouble to read my editorial was on the subject,

but no stubbornism, you.

Now, Gordon, I'm sure we're all very sorry he's dead.

Well, you have no reason to agree with any of my dear.

But you can't oppose the will of Providence.

Here's old Humbuby gets a mere scratch.

I mean, in three days he's dead of it.

If it had less to do with Providence than with blood poisoning,

he simply neglected his condition.

That's all his doctors often do oddly enough.

I shouldn't say any more.

Couldn't bear Lady Barbara to think ill of me.

Actually, Mama hardly knew Dr. Humbuby.

It was looked that was so eager to come to which word was need look.

Was it really?

I must say you don't look like our usual witchcraft enthusiast.

But we get so few Americans.

Already come to the right place for it?

Of course I think all this witchcraft business is rather absurd.

How did you know that I was here to study witchcraft?

What else could induce anyone to come to which word?

Oh, but Luke's thrilled.

Always been keen on the stuff.

Doing a book on, how's it go Luke? About death, anyway.

Oh!

Ah, well, ancient burial customs.

Of course, we were going to go on to Stonehenge for the Druid Festival,

but now I'm not certain.

Perhaps one should tell you.

I trust there are comfortable lodgings in the village.

Lodgings nonsense. You're stuck here, of course.

That's very handsome of you, Lord Easterfield, to take Luke in like that.

I should be quite envious.

Would you mean that you're not staying here?

Oh, Luke, don't forget about Ascot.

Mama's got his places in the royal enclosure.

The royal enclosure?

I say, I don't suppose you...

You see, Mama's having a little party afterwards.

Jimmy, I can't stay here.

No, anyway, so treery these parties.

All those crowned heads, Elbowing One.

Oh, dear boy, of course he shall stay.

He must stay. He'll stay.

That was a very nice dinner.

Oh, I'll have an hour or later.

You're going out, Gordon.

Yeah, I've got to read the article assignments, but to show Mr.

to his room.

Thank you.

Gordon's so serious about his work.

He owns a few week-and-a-year series.

Well, he seems to know what he's doing.

Oh, yes.

One's not made a lord for nothing, you know.

He really is a man of a great many gifts.

Except perhaps near Setics Department.

It is now counting for taste, is there?

Well, they're all rather interesting.

Bummer than good if you were like it,

that Gordon will redecorate his remedy

in the whole place bit by bit since he took it over for my family.

You don't, Mama.

Would it matter?

Anyway, it was a long time ago.

They're Gordon's.

Perhaps they'll do it in your friend's sense, your thing.

Oh, it was sure. It was fine.

I like the room.

It used to be mine.

And down the hall now.

Oh, then you do live here.

I mean, you're a secretary.

And his fiancee as well.

Ha.

And now you're wondering if it's usual to live in the house of one's fiancee.

I'm sorry. I have a big mouth.

I'm afraid you'll be on your own tomorrow.

Gordon and I leave early for London.

Oh, come on.

And so long as no one suspects you, murder is easy.

I'm sorry.

What the hell are you doing?

Hop in.

No thanks. I sort of like being alive.

Don't bite, see. I never have accidents.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I never have accidents.

I decided to stay in help. How's the research coming?

I was just in the village and I learned something.

Village focus is suspicious, is stranger.

That's why you need my help.

I know we'll simply say you're my cousin.

All right?

Oh, please. I don't want to bore you with all this.

But I expect to be bored. It's very good.

I am in training to be Lady of the Manor.

I gather there have been several funerals lately.

Yes, it is rather odd. So many accidents.

Let's see. There was Harry Carter. He was drowned in the river, owned the pub.

Naturally, Gordon said he deserved it for being not only a drunk, but a socialist.

And Tommy Pierce, a lout of a window.

And Dr. Humblebee?

That's he dying from a scratch.

Oh, of course Miss Frolittle.

Another accident.

Oh, perhaps she doesn't count as she was killed in London.

Fire reckless driver.

What are we doing back here? I thought you were going to help me.

Really? I don't understand why you didn't come here in the first place.

It's his own museum. A hobby.

Miss Wayne Fleet, the curator, knows absolutely everything.

Hello.

Miss Wayne Fleet?

Miss Wayne Fleet?

I brought you Luke William, as a sort of cousin of mine.

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

I saw you at Paul of Inya's funeral, didn't I?

I got a dreadful coat, coated from my house, made Amy.

You really should take care of that.

I know, but I wanted to take care of this new exhibit in Scab,

though I can't see what Lord Easterfield had his own mind.

But he's so keen on modernizing.

He must have brought these things from that laboratory he visited.

It made me quite sure just to hear him describe it.

All those deadly germs and cultures.

Luke, remember I had mentioned about Tommy Pierce?

Yes.

Well, this is the window he fell from, while cleaning it.

Luke is doing a book on death rights or something witchcraft anywhere,

and I thought you might be able to help him.

But how intriguing.

Yes, we've quite a history there.

Goes back to pre-Roman times. Of course.

Our most famous witch was actually Warlock.

Oh, what was her name?

It was Harold, I think.

Miss Wayne Fleet, you should be home in bed, don't you agree, Luke?

Yes, absolutely. This can wait.

Yes, Tommy fell from the bed window.

Onto the flagstones there. Quite horrible.

And you found him?

No, it was Mr. Abbott, the solicitor.

We'd all gone off to the charity bazaar.

Remember, Bridget?

Poor Tommy.

I'm sorry to say that no one liked him very much.

I'm sorry to say that no one liked him very much.

I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to say that no one liked him very much.

He was an infuriating little snoop.

I'm sure it was very good of Lord Easterfield to keep him on.

After Tommy was so important to him.

Well, you know Gordon.

Such a pity.

Lord Easterfield's kindness.

Turning into tragedy like that.

No!

You stay for tea.

Amy!

Amy!

Where is that girl?

I'll go.

Amy, we're wanting tea.

Afraid my housemate is quite a lazy girl.

Wasn't even off this morning when I left.

You wouldn't love to get at my little first.

Amy wonky poo.

You were wonky poo.

Yes.

Lavinia asked me to watch him the day she went to London.

He heard him dead in section.

I can't find Amy anywhere.

Well, after her own tricks again,

Gordon gave her no end of lecture the last day.

I'll be late.

You're sure she came home?

Oh, yes.

It was wakened by her noise very late.

She must be in there.

It's that one there.

The little skylight.

That's it.

Oh, dear. I do hope she's all right.

Perhaps she did it on purpose.

She was awfully torn up about some love affair a while back.

Come, you know Amy.

Always several men on a string.

In fact, she's just broken off with Miss Daryl Swearby.

Here he is.

Miss, sign it anyway.

Could you not touch anything, sir?

It's only a cough mixture.

I prescribed it myself.

Don't suppose you noticed the needle marks on her arm, Dr. Thomas.

I did manage the net, sir.

Thank you very much, Conspirade.

I put them there myself.

Amy's cold wood linger, and I thought she might be run down.

Took a blood sample.

But there must be a half dozen marks on there, sir.

Quite.

Amy had what's commonly called floating veins.

Always takes several tries to insert the needle properly in such cases.

Embarrassing for you, sir.

All that stabbing about.

Still, we don't know that she didn't make one of those marks herself, do we?

What are you suggesting, Conspirade?

Vrog's Miss.

It's a common problem these days.

Amen?

Rarely, Conspirade.

I'm something of an expert on narcotics.

If Amy were an addict, I believe I didn't know.

Always the first time, Amy.

Now, Miss Wienfley, don't understand she frequented rock concerts in London.

Oh, well, that's proof positive, isn't it?

Rock concert.

Please, Miss.

Mustn't touch things.

How very odd.

So fight.

Not at all a flattering shade for Amy.

It had looks wrong.

Her ruin.

The dreadful business these drugs have stale.

I expect it's just routine for you, isn't it, sir?

You've been an American.

Love your squad, car.

No wonder.

What's the probability of five people dying suddenly in a town of this size?

Six counting in.

And I wonder what all this has to do with your study on witchcraft.

I want a straight answer, Luke.

Why did you really come here?

Heel.

Heel.

Heel, Nero.

Heel.

Heel, Nero.

Must be joking.

Who would write on that are all those people?

I don't know, but Miss Fullerton did, and that is why she's dead.

She said the guy was crazy.

Perhaps it was one of your warlocks at work.

All right.

All right.

How was I to know that warlocks were male witches?

Let's hope that with Wienfley it is not as sharp as you are.

She's sharp enough to be suspicious about Amy, anyway.

So what do we say?

That some man duked Amy and then granted the compact to make it appear as if she overdosed.

But how did he get into the room?

The door is locking me inside.

I think a very strong man could have gotten through that window just to shoot it.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

Wait, wait.

Amy knows the guy.

She brings him home.

He kills her.

He leaves the compact and then he goes out the window.

Better.

But why the compact?

Why not a syringe?

Oh!

Careful.

We already lost Harry Carter off this bridge unless he was pushed.

Oh, this whole thing is so bizarre.

I've lived all my life.

I've lived all my life.

I've lived all my life.

There really is a killer.

And he really is, Matt.

Then I should have some idea.

Bridget, there is a killer.

And if we don't do something, he's going to go right on killing.

What?

Of course.

What?

Come on, Luke.

What?

Come on.

Come on.

Which ground?

Now, I have a few.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

No.

I have a few amulets and such.

Feel the tourists, of course.

Hmm.

Interesting, Mr. Ellsworth.

Yes.

Yeah.

I've just got in a few oriental things.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to tell his lordship.

It's gone by.

I shall.

What is that?

It's a bomb.

You're so smoky, hash.

You may be the only selling witch we're to.

No, that.

This one's quite old.

It's possibly 19th century.

Must have been sort of a fair that Coleridge would have used.

No, no.

Coleridge used opium.

Very different sort of thing to hash each.

Xana do, you know?

Divine madman Coleridge thanks to opium.

Xana t's such a bore, don't you think?

I mean, it takes a touch of madness to see life through a new and...

Entrancing angle.

At least so one imagines.

I know very little about the artistic temperament.

Oh, you're too modest, Mr. Ellsworthy.

Those sketches you did of Amy Gibbs were really very good.

Yes, well, Dar.

Amy would make a very pretty subject for anyone.

You think so?

I've always found her rather common.

Certainly not the sort to whom a man would want to lose his heart.

Well, she'd be sure to break it, wouldn't she?

Yes, yes, I suppose that's so.

Bridget, what did the English say about poor Amy?

After all, she's dead.

Dad.

He was in love with Amy, and he knows enough about dope to kill someone with it.

And he's not very well liked.

And that's all I know about Ellsworthy, except that he's generally pretty weird.

Oh, that's brilliant, Professor Williams.

They're all pretty weird. Except Bridget.

Okay, now let's look at the victim for a minute.

Amy, she was young and pretty.

She was a man, Tracer.

She was unreliable.

Bridget said she worked here until Easterfield got in a hassle with her.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What about Easterfield?

He also had a hassle with Dr. Humblebee?

And told me?

No. No, it's just too improbable.

Oh, come on, think.

You gotta do better than this. People are getting killed.

Is Wayne free?

Or do they know anything there before?

Yes.

I'm here.

My son!

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

I'm not going to do that.

Oh, Mr. Williams.

Oh, I must be mad.

Do you know my suit you there, the window?

And I took it into my bedroom.

And you were going to fall.

You were sick being an ember.

That's all right. You're much stronger than you look.

Please sit down.

Don't cry.

Oh, no, I shot.

I've seen it so often in my mind, you know.

Tommy going over and with, with Amy and everything.

Oh, dear.

It's all right.

Well, you've come about your search of course.

And I do have some things for you.

I must wait and think.

We have to talk.

Paul of Inna.

Did she say who the killer is?

No, no, she didn't.

But I think you have some idea.

Miss Wainley.

The day Miss Fullerton was killed.

Do you remember anything at all about that day?

Anything unusual?

No, Paul.

What do you think?

The veneer came by with Wonky Prude asked me to watch him.

And of course I'd read as I was just by the fire.

All that day anyway, I was coming down with this cool, you know.

And Amy was in bed with her cold.

Oh, yes.

Dr. Hummelby came by to look in on her in the late afternoon.

Dr. Hummelby, not Dr. Thomas.

No, Dr. Thomas was away that day at the lobby, I believe.

They sometimes treated one another's patients.

And Clarence, Dr. Hummelby, you know, he said,

I might as well have a look at that ear of Wonky Pooze as well.

That was like him. Such a nice man.

Oh, dear.

That must have been the last time I ever saw him alive.

Well, should you decide to tell me who you suspect?

Yes.

I'll think on it.

And thank you for coming to me.

It's a relief to know it isn't just me.

That I'm not crazy.

Oh, growing senile quite yet.

Senile? No, I wouldn't worry about that for decades, yeah.

Yes, it's I.

Quite play, even then.

But youth is everything, isn't it?

Who's the man?

Why at Scooten, you know.

My family was so scandalized when we became engaged.

You were engaged on all east of you?

Long ago, long before he was all east of you.

Such a promising boy.

I'm so proud of his spirit, his determination.

Each does things to people, Mr. Williams.

Still, perhaps my family were wrong.

Are you things, sir?

Thanks, Audrey.

From a colleague in Greece, Uzo.

Where is his lordship, by the way?

Oh, he'll be Italian very late, putting his paper today.

Gordon's a very hard worker, rather admirable, I think.

Practies away much of the time.

Well, it must get kind of lonely.

It's the price I pay for the freedom to do whatever I want.

Wonder if it's worth it.

Are you asking me?

No, no, I've been asking myself that lately.

You see, I'm kind of at the crossroads.

I've spent my whole life in the academic world, and I love it.

It's a safe retreat, and I get to do exciting and interesting work,

and nobody bothers me.

No hassles, no trivial details.

And no human contact.

Yes, well, I've never used to bother me before.

But, uh...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I've never used to bother me before.

But, uh...

There...

There is this man in my department.

His name is Harry Ludwig. He's about 50 years old.

You say hi to him. He's stuck for an answer.

But, Luke, that's him.

It's not you.

Well, not yet.

In any case, I...

I have been offered a job with a consulting firm in Washington.

I have to confess it offers some...

some really exciting challenges, but, uh...

I'd have to deal with people all the time.

I mean, like the company and... and the government.

No more nice, safe, theoretical stuff.

And which will you choose?

Supposedly, I'm on vacation in order to make up my mind.

And so far, I have done a pretty good job of avoiding it.

Sometimes I think I'm doing a pretty good job of avoiding life altogether.

Ash Manor is my retreat, just as the university is yours.

No more gloom and doom. The probability theory would show that we will both survive.

What's probability theory?

Really a method of deciding which event is most likely

under any given set of circumstances, for example.

If you keep looking the way that you do,

the probability is all roughly 0.9.

But I will forget you're someone else's fiance.

I see.

In that case, we'd better change the circumstances.

It is after 11.

And they say sin becomes rampant after 11.

Out? Yes, she was. Just over the line.

Criminal insanity.

That will be the verdict for one of your witches these days, Mr. Williams.

You think so, Mr. Allen?

Well, of course, her legal insanity is difficult to define.

What even the most dangerous lunatic may seem just like the next book.

Oh, he may feel that he has lots of enemies, but who doesn't want?

Interesting how easy it can be to murder a person, if you're clever.

You probably experienced that.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm afraid my work's just the dull stuff.

Wills, investments.

Anyway, there's been no murders around here for as long as anyone remembers.

Ambridget?

And there's someone finally finished off Tommy Pierce.

Tommy, I'm more of a drunk person than that.

Tommy won the drought?

No, no, no, no. There was that idiot's Harry Carter drawing in the river.

They can't have been good for the water supply.

Oh, I say that's very good.

Wish I'd thought of it.

That's the old humble bee space if I'd told him that.

Why miss humble bee?

Happy you thought that coming out?

I insisted. She needs a diversion.

Miss humble bee, my condolences.

Did you get the autopsy results, Dr. Thomas?

Amy died of opium derivatives.

I mean, heroin's pretty expensive. It isn't different.

A house made to afford.

That's just the tragedy of it. The first time is always free.

Poor Amy.

Yes. Well, Amy always was too headstrong for her own good.

Hello, everyone. Writers for doubles. Rose?

Come on, we'll challenge Bridget and Mr. Dibb.

I'm not really up to it.

Well, since Rose, do you good?

30-40.

Hey, nice shot, yeah?

Gordon, are you all right?

Barn.

Just play, will you?

Look, please, Bridget, you must wait until I'm ready.

All right, Gordon, dear?

Service.

Fault?

Double fault. My game and set.

Eight-six.

It's not bad, although I said it myself.

Well played, Mr. Dibb.

Better look next time, eh?

I say, major.

That's another game.

Why'd you do that? You gave him the set.

Don't be absurd. My game simply went to pieces.

It happens, you know.

No, not like that. I mean, the first double fault of the day.

Yes, that was rather good.

You mean you admit it?

obvious, my dear Watson.

Well, what the hell for? You're a good player.

Equally obvious, I would have thought. Gordon hates losing.

Well, terrific. Maybe I don't like it either.

But then you're not my bread and butter.

Come on, you're actually going to marry a creep like that for money?

Oh, I'll earn my keep all right with Gordon.

Yes, if you don't mind the job description.

You forget to kiss me good night after a month.

Surely you can see what a child he is.

Yes, and what a cold-blooded, gold digger you are.

Well, it's better than being a hot-blooded fool.

You think I don't know what it is to love a man?

Well, let me tell you about my first fiancé, Johnny.

I cared for him like Helen.

He threw me over for a widow with three chins and an income that makes Gordon look like a pauper.

That sort of thing rather cures one of romance, don't you think?

Yes, I guess it could.

It did.

Well, good.

Then maybe it'll cure me because I was beginning to have some pretty romantic feelings about you.

What?

Oh, really, Luke, we've only just met.

Why don't you grow up and behave like an adult?

I am.

And that's why I'm wrong for you, St. John Lee, hot for children like Easterfield.

Hello, Tom here, sir.

It must have been very hard on you when Mrs. Horton died.

Yes.

But people were kind.

Then Bridget came every day toward the end, brought down hot house grapes from Easterfields.

That was awfully sporting a Bridget.

Swallowing out pride that way.

Yes, she has plenty of that.

Well, my wife was a wonderful woman, but she did snub Bridget terribly after her father lost his money.

Poor Bridget's had rather a time with an expect you know being her cousin.

Yes, she never said much about it.

No, no, she wouldn't, would she?

But I still say that idiot Humblebee was the cause of it all.

Anyone could see Bridget's father was dying, but Humblebee insisted he knew how to treat him.

Thought the poor girl would go mad with grief when he died.

What else to us?

He'll, sir, he'll, he'll, he'll.

Vinnie, you'll get us. He'll, sir, he'll, he'll, he'll.

I, uh, I have dinner to you, Tommy Pierce's mother. Can I buy you a drink?

Oh, no.

I'll not set foot in Harry Carter's place even if he is dead and gone to hell.

I don't think it's right. His lordship given himself there is not like he were real gentry, not like Miss Bridget, or Miss Wayne Fleet.

Didn't I hear something about, uh,

I was at Abbott and Amy Gibbs, uh.

I never wanted to gossip.

I never have been, but, um,

I always said that Amy'd come to a bad end.

I don't think how it broke poor Miss Bridget's heart.

Amy stealing her Johnny away.

That she covered.

And I'll admit, it was naughty of Tommy laughing at Miss Bridget over it.

Well, I think we'll all be happy to see her as Lady of the Manor.

It's hers by right after all.

Yes, that's interesting, but Mrs. Pierce, did I hear you say Amy stole Bridget's fiance?

But maybe Bridget's covering up for Easterfield. She is protective of him.

Well, come on, Luke. You have to face it. She could have killed either one of them for revenge.

Hum will be the living of her father, die.

Amy for stealing her fiance, Johnny. And don't forget, she lied to you about that.

She said he left her for a ridge widow.

And what do you care to do about it, Luke?

mac

I was hoping you were still awake, so I could say that I'm sorry about this afternoon.

Apology accepted.

And I wanted to say I think you're making a great mistake going for Easter Field when

you could have me, but there's no accounting for taste.

I need your help.

You idiot.

I don't suppose any of this could have waited till morning.

All it could.

But I wanted to test your reactions to stress.

How am I doing?

You pass.

Now will you go somewhere with me tomorrow?

I can do anything I want.

But now he's got the window.

What's the stopping blame on me?

Oh, rivers.

Really?

You've grown from the entirely out of proportion.

Have I?

Then you'll have no objection to me telling him them, will you?

Well, you know what a temper he has.

Doth me all the time.

I don't like being questioned.

Rivers really have nothing you needn't concern yourself.

But he has to be told.

Right, Rivers.

I'll tell him.

But please be good enough to let me do it in my own way.

We'll make it soon, Miss.

Right, I'll tell him myself.

That would be very foolish of a very foolish.

You're certain that your friend Jimmy said to come here?

Mm-hmm.

You are so beautiful when you're for blokes.

Come on.

Come on.

Luke, what are we doing here?

Huh?

We, my dear, are going to find out who the killer really is.

You're joking.

No, I'm not.

We are going to get the help we really need.

Now, if you will just sit down.

After yesterday, I decided it's much too complicated for us

to figure out by ourselves.

So I am going to program everything we know about the murders.

Into the computer, and it is going to tell us the name of the murderer.

You are joking.

Bridget, this is my bread and butter.

It's just a question of relative probabilities if we program it properly.

Now, here are the names of the six victims.

What does it say?

Well, it is asking how the victims were killed, and we don't know that in all cases.

At least we know what killed.

Do you ever start to think how smart the killer must be?

Killed every one of them in a different way.

I know.

It's terrifying.

You know, there is a lot of people who are

going to be killed.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Opportunity.

That means who was in the right place at the right time, I suppose.

But there's no way to know that.

Except in the case of Miss Fullerton.

Would you agree that whoever killed Miss Fullerton probably killed all the others?

Yes.

But how do you know who could?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

But how do you know who could have killed her?

Because she was killed on Derby Day.

And we now know who was absent from the village on that day.

That's why you were asking everyone about the Derby.

Oh, Luke, you are clever.

Our leading candidates.

First Abbott, the attorney, a womanizer.

Ellsworthie, probably the last person to see him alive.

Major Horton, whose wife died mysteriously.

And Dr. Thomas, who knows all about drugs.

There must be others.

Well, I did check up on a couple of other people.

There's me, of course.

I was in London that day, too.

You mean with Easter Field?

Sorry to disappoint you, but I know where Gordon was, but you don't know where I was.

Bridget, I don't think you understand.

I'm not keeping a list on everybody in which would you know.

Just those I have every reason to suspect.

Thought perhaps you did suspect me.

You said I was a cold-blooded go-digger.

Why not a cold-blooded killer?

Hey, I said I was sorry and after last night.

That's why I want you to be sure.

I guess you think I'm playing some stupid little game or something.

I happen to believe in this stuff and I'm very damn good at it.

I'm sorry.

It just wasn't a good idea.

I'm sorry.

It just all seems so fantastic to me.

No, no, no.

You want your name in? I'll put your name in, okay?

Now, we're ready?

At least I am.

Are you?

For what?

Find out who the killer is.

Are you ready?

Oh, Luke.

Cheers, thank you.

Boy, if you could have seen the look on her face when her name popped up on that computer.

And I thought Gordon was a child.

Really, Luke, you have a most peculiar sense of humor.

That'll teach you to make fun of my work.

Why shouldn't I after all that?

Your marvellous computer still couldn't come up with a name for real, killer.

Luke, am I to understand that I have put the entire resources of Oxford University at your disposal

so that you can play a joke on this poor girl?

It's not a joke, Jimmy.

Do you want me to say, prechants?

I don't know anything for sure.

I just know that I had some pretty good reasons for suspecting her, so I thought that if I...

If I had her name flash on that screen, she'd come on a glue, she'd tell me everything.

I... I... I... I'm beginning to remember now why I don't get involved with people.

Luke, you're our friend.

You've got to give up all this sleuthing nonsense and go to the authorities.

Jimmy.

I'm in love with her.

Well done.

But if you know she's guilty, I don't know anything for sure.

Right now it's all speculation.

It's well... what if she is?

I don't know.

But I am going to have a talk with the one woman who really knows the truth.

Who is it?

Miss Wayne, play this Luke Williams.

Oh, Mr. Williams, someone tried to kill me.

On my way home, I stopped to give those petuses a bit of water.

I was simply standing here when this thing fizzed past my head from up there.

And you and Graham, can't you?

You didn't tell anyone?

Oh, I was so frightened. I went straight home.

Ellsworthie.

You're the way for you. I don't like...

You're not the way for me.

You're not the way for me.

You're great for a lot. You're fired.

Fired. You understand?

Or boy, you're going to regret this.

Don't worry. I'm off.

And if you are going to regret this, you stupid idiot.

Oh, Norrie, I'm sorry you should have to witness such a disgrace for seeing that man.

God, what a nurse happening.

Nothing, my dear.

I've just dismissed rivers.

Rivers?

What happened? What did he say to you?

Nothing, my dear, that need be repeated.

To the pack of filthy lies. I'm very talk to me like that.

How good you really must try, not to get docked.

Something very serious will happen to that young man. You mark my words.

Yes, yes.

Good luck.

No.

No.

No.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing. Nothing is wrong anymore. And that's the wonderful part.

I love you. And everything is okay now.

Look, will you wait a moment?

You've got me so confused, I can't think.

All right. All right. You'll just take one thing at a time.

Number one is that I love you. And number two is that I've been absolutely wrong about everything.

I really do know who the murderer is now.

She knew Miss Wayne Fleet knew?

It doesn't matter, because I know now. It's elsewhere.

Tells what?

Yes, yes. I will explain all of this to you later, but right now I have to see the constable.

Wait, wait. Maybe you'll run about anything, honey.

Maybe you'll run about anything, honey.

No. No, I know what I'm doing. My bar, your car.

Oh, I'd take care of Miss Wayne Fleet if I were you. She's a little shook up.

And I really do love her.

You don't believe a word of it.

Mr. Williams, isn't it? Yes.

Well, Mr. Williams, I do appreciate your concern.

And it's a colorful story, haven't knows, but you see, sir, here in England, we really do prefer something in the nature of solid evidence before we go about arresting people.

Solid evidence? What do you call that? I saw it in Ellsbergy's shop.

Yeah, well, it certainly is, sir.

Certainly solid at any rate, isn't it, sir? And no end of fingerprints. I'll wage her.

But how can you ignore Williams?

Mr. Williams, that's all I ask. Real. Evidence.

Fuck.

I'll come to tell the truth.

Oh, sir.

I told you not to come.

Jan, look! I thought you all right.

Who are you doing? There I told you not to come.

Look. I got your own right. Where they are coming from?

Hey.

Hey, it's all right. It's okay.

It's all right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Maybe I'll go back to the side.

Oh, this is no time for jokes. I thought he might have killed you.

If one, you know.

One.

One about one.

He? If you really want me.

If I really want you.

Look, listen.

If you knew what I've done, simply out of pride, I've let the past rule me as if which would be the world.

I don't want to be a lady of the man, I'm not a lady.

I just want love.

You got that?

I know.

I truly feel that.

That's why I want to get right away from here before the past opens me completely.

I want to make a place.

Take me with you.

If I want to go right away, you will come with me to talk to Gordon, weren't you?

I don't want you to know what a ten-day-hand is.

The chauffeur.

The

Death struck down by divine wrath.

A remarkable theory, Lord Easterfield.

Lord Booze in mysterious ways, you know.

Does he indeed turn?

Well, how can you doubt it?

Rivers abuses me and what happens?

Where is he now?

Gordon, please come into the house with me.

The word according to Easterfield.

Yes. He's a riot, isn't he?

Almost as funny as I am.

Is too bad Rivers isn't alive to enjoy it?

Oh, I take you quite serious now, sir.

Quite serious indeed.

Except on one point.

Ellsworth is not your man.

What I saw, Ellsworth, these hands, they were covered with blood.

Ah, it was you who broke into his shop last night.

I expect there will be a large complaint against you once it unclears up.

He, uh, cutting, you know, changing the tire.

Outside the witch's head in.

Blood your witnesses do it.

The Nellsworth, they couldn't have done it.

This might be interesting to you, by the way.

The CIA detailed me that the car that killed Miss Fullerton has now been identified into us a large maroon car chauffeured ribbon.

A man in the crowd phoned last night and gave the license number.

He hadn't actually seen it, you understand, but the woman beside it had, so she gave him the number.

Only he wasn't sure he had it right.

Well, did he or didn't he?

Did.

But the chauffeur had an alibi, and the car belongs to one of the gentry, so that was that.

However,

however,

sometimes it's difficult to see what's right under your nose.

But you said the chauffeur had an alibi.

On Darby Day, he drove his charge to London, but then he was given the afternoon half.

And when the car was returned, it had a damaged front bumper.

How do you know all this?

He was asked to fix the bumper on the sly.

Which being a loyal sort, he did.

And when he was questioned, he lied.

Being a loyal sort.

But I don't see. Please, please, Mr. Williams.

You're missing the best part.

When, despite his loyalty, he was dismissed. He became straight and told all.

Poor bloke.

He had no notion of any connection with Miss Fullerton's death.

He thought the car had been in an accident which had gone unreported.

Then, it was...

At the be it the station at midday.

Look, what did he tell you?

Nothing. Nothing you don't already know.

Please believe I didn't really know. Not for certain.

I kept hoping it was some Gordon.

But it is.

Why did you listen to your family? Why don't you just marry them anyway?

No, you don't understand.

I would have to find them. I would have to find the world.

Oh, it all sounds so absurd. You see, I had a little pet canary.

Moonlight. And Gordon. Gordon couldn't bear it somehow that I could love anything else.

Even a little bird.

And one day, he just snatched him away from me and rang his neck.

Right before my eyes.

And that was when you broke off the engagement.

I could never forget how he seemed to enjoy it.

But the years passed. And I never saw him do anything like that.

And he was always hot and proud.

And these accidents began happening.

And he began to talk about divine justice and retribution.

He raved on and on to me about how people had to be punished for their sins against him.

That's what he said about rivers.

Oh, Mr. Williams, I haven't known what to do. I've thought a hundred times of trying to talk to Bridget.

Do warn her somehow. But you see how that would seem to her.

Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore because they're on to him now.

And besides, Bridget has already decided to leave him.

Leave him? Oh, heavens. We've got to get him away.

Don't you see what he might do?

A full-laboring elsewhere they brought these days ago.

I'd be most anxious to see them.

Oh, lovely, isn't it?

Now, where's the other one that was to be in a pair?

Gold knight and so ashamed. You're telling him when you saw well, you've ever had a right to be furious with me.

Oh, isn't that a beauty?

Perfect workmanship.

And what an H.

Bridget?

Oh, hello, anoria.

I'll split you for it.

Bridget's decided to go off with Mr. Disfellow here.

So that won't be with us long.

Lorries to feel I'd like to offer my apology if you'll accept it.

It wasn't my intention to take Bridget away from you. The fact of it is we fell in love.

Yes.

Well, I only owe bitches, love you after.

And not the fortune that'll come to Bridget one day.

Oh, Gordon, we've been all over that. I don't want your money.

It's not your decision, Bridget.

Oh, I know how they all sneered at me.

I'm playing that I only prospered at your father's expense, and I'm not have it.

I had intended to prove them all liars by doing you the honor of marrying you as well as leaving you my estate.

Come to that, my dear.

May not be a problem anyway, since no doubt I'll outlive you.

Both of you.

God, listen, if you're threatening us.

Threatening you.

Oh, absurd.

It's nothing to do with me, you know.

I'm only the instrument of our higher power.

Gordon, please don't start.

It's happened every time.

But, wretched, pierced boy.

Lydia, Carter, home will be aiming rivers, all my enemies cussed down and exterminated.

But you understand, don't you, Enoria?

Of course, Gordon. Of course I understand. And I'm certain you're right.

But you know, Gordon, dear, you let yourself get upset.

Obset?

Well, none, son. I'm very perfectly fit.

It's amazing, isn't it?

They all die.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I'll just get my bag and go home.

Well, what are you going to do? Let him go on killing people. You can't protect him anymore.

Gordon is childish. And his pompous, and he certainly has a temper.

But Luke, deep down, he is harmless. I promise you the man wouldn't hurt a fly.

Oh, yeah? Well, he sure as hell would choke a canary.

Canary?

That's why Miss Wainfley broke off their engagement. He killed a canary.

She said that. Miss Wainfley said that.

Yes, she said that. And then there's also the car. Not that you didn't suspect that already.

What about the car?

Bridget, he ran down Miss Fullerton in the rolls.

I don't believe that.

A woman in the crowd saw the license number.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rough with you.

Look, I have to get the Constable Reed's office.

The Constable already knows about Gordon?

Yes. Now, are you coming with me?

Well, I need a little time to pull myself together.

If I could meet you somewhere, at Miss Wainfley's. I'll meet you there later.

All right.

Luke.

Yeah.

I hope the Constable would be discreet about this.

It's obvious now that Gordon will do anything to avoid public humiliation.

If Reed trots this out and makes a big show, Gordon might even kill himself rather than face it.

I can hardly believe it.

Gordon, a murderer.

I felt certain to.

But now that I've had time to reflect more calmly.

Well, do think, just for a moment, how cleverly it was all done.

And whatever.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I think it was all done.

And whatever our feelings for Gordon.

Let us admit that he does not have the kind of devious intelligence it must have taken to manage all those murders.

But it's pretty straightforward, isn't it?

Take Carrie Carter.

He did laugh at Gordon and in public too.

And shortly afterwards, he's drowned.

And Thomas Case was similar.

And Paul Rip was killed at the very gates rather obvious.

Perhaps too obvious.

Almost perhaps as if a very cunning person were trying to make it seem that a less cunning person had done it.

Why, Bridget, what's the matter?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Oh dear, I've upset you.

What about a nice walk?

Do us both good.

A walk?

Yes, Luke won't be finished for a while yet.

That should give me just enough time.

All Easter field looks guilty, all right.

But then perhaps that's precisely what someone is after someone will find it profitable to get Lord Easter field out of the way, even to seem dead.

If there were such a person, why would they kill all those people?

Why would they kill all those people? Why not just kill Easter field?

Too risky.

Especially if the person was someone close to Lord Easter field.

Well, then perhaps we should question Miss Bridget Conway. I'm sure if you'll come up with some answers for us.

No!

You loom as we inflate.

You may be onto something about Gordon and the murders, but something must have taken some quite brilliant planning to say nothing of nerve.

Yes, you do see.

Take Amy, for example.

She certainly wouldn't have let Gordon put a needle in her arm.

But there are other ways to kill a person with heroin. I read up on it afterwards.

Did you? A very thorough of you.

And Bridget.

Surely it can't have been a simple matter to induce blood poisoning in Dr. Hummingley.

Of course Gordon could have learned of such things from his visit to the laboratory.

What about Lady Horton? She died long before Gordon went to that laboratory.

Are we to believe that he really knew how to poison those grapes himself?

What grapes?

Why the grapes he sent from his fudhouse. You took them to Lydia yourself, didn't you Bridget?

Yes. So I did. Wasn't it where you knew that Miss Wayne fleet? He must tell me what else you know.

Why so silent Miss Wayne fleet? I'm waiting to hear the rest.

I don't know anymore. I don't really know anything. It's all just speculation. Probably quite foolish.

Foolish? Oh no, you were never foolish. You're quite clever.

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

It's all just speculation. Probably quite foolish.

Foolish? Oh no, you were never foolish. You're quite clever.

In fact, maybe almost as clever as the killer.

I don't think you realize what you're saying.

You look foolish enough. All right, proper Miss Wayne fleet. In her proper little gloves, you wear them everywhere, don't you?

Bridget, you must stop this.

Why do you walk through the fields in gloves, oh fact white woman who nobody loves.

Where did I hear that? I can't remember that it fits you perfectly because nobody does nothing.

Miss Wayne fleet, nobody doesn't. Nobody ever will.

Please.

You think Gordon did, but you're wrong. You never had him. You never had anyone or anything.

Except that cleverness of yours.

And that cleverness could get you into trouble. Couldn't it Miss Wayne fleet?

Bridget!

Bridget! You almost made it, didn't you? Did you? Did you?

You've already got Easter field. Don't hear anybody else!

Bridget!

Bridget!

I'll say.

Bridget!

She's doing to Miss Wayne fleet.

She's admitted everything?

Admitted it, yes Miss. And she wouldn't be satisfied till she'd given us every detail.

Yes, it was awful. She was so proud of her cleverness.

I know. I tried to play on that to get a confession out of her and she was going to tell me.

Just before killing me.

That was to be your final crime Gordon killing me because I was leaving you.

That's why she asked you to meet her in the middle at midday, I suppose.

You'd be found there with my body.

And your dagger.

But that one, Earth, did she get older, my dagger?

Oh, she still looked this morning off the table. It still had your fingerprints on it.

Of course. Her proper little gloves.

For an orator. Those rages of hers.

She wants killed her own peckinary. Just because it packed her.

I simply couldn't feel the same about her after that.

That it was you that broke off the engagement.

I told you how tender hearted he is.

When you reported to me that story about the canary, I knew Miss Wayne Fleet must be lying.

To make Gordon look guilty.

Smart girl.

It's really just a matter of knowing a little about human nature, Luke.

Perhaps that's why your famous computer.

Couldn't come up with the right answer.

No, don't blame the computer. I didn't program Miss Wayne Fleet as a suspect.

Or don't feel badly about it, Mr. Williams.

No, she even took me in.

Admit convinced that the Almighty was wreaking vengeance on all my enemies.

But didn't altogether have bad theory.

But what I don't understand is this.

How did my roles come to be identified as the car that bolded over Miss Fullerton?

Because I had the roles on Derby Day.

That's why I knew it couldn't be you, Gordon.

And you bashed the Fender?

Miss Wayne Fleet knew Miss Fullerton was onto her, so she followed her to London.

She saw her chance and pushed Miss Fullerton under a passing car.

The driver of the car failed to stop, so she was going to be in the car.

She simply gave your license number to a man in the crowd.

But how did she manage all the other murders?

Some are obvious, but what about Humblebee, for example?

Now, when Humblebee went to visit her, Miss Wayne Fleet ran her scissors into his right hand

and then insisted on bandaging it, but first she infected the bandage with discharge from wonky pools here.

Good Lord.

I feel the give-me.

And the others?

She killed Lydia Houghton with garden spray on the grapes, little by little.

And then the night that Amy came home from London, Miss Wayne Fleet brought her a night.

A nice cup of tea, loaded with heroin.

Imagine the old witch doing all that just because his lordship jilted her so long ago, all for revenge.

Yes. For one master passion, swallowed up the rest.

Yeah. Big girl, pardon sir.

A essay on man, a pistol, two.

Oh, it has.

But it is hard to believe that so much love could turn into so much hate.

Is it?

Excuse me. I must go to court.

I still like your squad car.

We have returned to the use of the bicycle in the interest of economy, environment, and a fine may say so, sir.

Efficient policing.

The

Gordon's already hard at work on his next series of articles.

Famous female criminals throughout the ages.

He says he's far too busy a man for marriage anyway.

Good.

Does that mean you're going with me?

How could I possibly go off with a man who thinks me capable of murder?

And loves you anyway.

I guess I just couldn't believe that I could get that lucky.

To have what I want. To have you.

Too improbable for you?

Well, at least you know the worst about me that I'll account for something.

Do I?

No more questions, no more curiosities.

All right.

Where did you go on Derby Day?

I went to see Johnny.

Johnny? You're kidding. I thought he was no good. I thought he jilted you.

He was. He did. I just wanted to be sure. That's all.

I took one look at him and I realized what an idiot I'd been and I left.

It seemed to have a habit of choosing a wrong man, haven't I?

Hello, you two.

Thought I'd just pop by. Make sure you were still alive.

And we've just got time to make the Royal Askin meeting. If we had it.

Jimmy, ask us not for another week.

Quite. Just enough time for you to work out who's going to win the gold cup.

But the coming.

Well, are we?

Let me rephrase the question. Will you marry me?

There's one thing I think you can do.

I made Gordon cut me out of his will.

Now I know the worst about you.

I'm going to make the world a better man.

I'm going to make the world a better man.

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I'm going to make the world a better man.

I'm going to make the world a better man.

I'm going to make the world a better man.

I'm going to make the world a better man.

I'm going to make the world a better man.

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I'm going to make the world a better man.

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I'm going to make the world a better man.

I'm going to make the world a better man.