All language subtitles for Thriller (1973) S05E04 The Crazy Kill

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(whimpering)

(door opening)

(screaming)

- My darling, it's all right.

My poor neurotic darling.

(ominous music)

- Barbados.

Miles of glorious beach.

15 miles from the nearest town.

Hmmm, that should suit her.

Suit me too.

- Sir?

- 15 miles from the
nearest town.

From the nearest shop.

My wife thinks she's married
to a police commissioner

when she gets near a shop.

Compulsive buyer.

But 15 miles to the
nearest town.

Oh, all shopping facilities
within the hotel itself.

Well, it's lucky I can't
afford this holiday.

No, it'll have to be
somewhere else.

- Sahara Desert?

Now many shops out there,
it's a feature of the place.

- No, it'll have to be the
same place as last year.

Spain.

I like Spain.

Plenty of authority in Spain.

In evidence, too.

You not only know it's being
policed, you can see it.

Run like a tight ship.

Yes?

Just who do you think you are?

- I don't think, Inspector,
I know.

Brook.

Arthur Brook.

Superintendent?

- Oh, sorry, sir.

- Communication would
seem to be somewhat lax

in this department.

- Well, I've heard of you,
of course,

it's just that I've never
had the pleasure

of meeting you before.

- Well, I'm not talking
about me, Inspector.

I'm talking about
Garard and Filton.

- Oh?

- They're out.

- Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Pull!

(groaning)

(ominous music)

- I want radio control
established in that room.

Keep one wavelength
exclusively for this operation.

Inform all radio cars.

I want a list of all available
men, a deployment roster.

And sergeant, we'll
have to get a

better scaling map than this.

I want every tree and every
pathway to be clearly defined.

Oh, and when you've done that,
sergeant,

set me up a bed in a back
room somewhere, would you?

Hello.

Yes.

When?

You sure?

All right, thank you.

- It's like one of those films.

- One of what films?

- Those films.

Where somebody panics, turns
a perfectly good organization

on its head, and disrupts
the whole system.

- Panic, eh?

- Well, I think so.

All right, it's Garard,
and Filton.

Well, they're just two men.

- Just exactly how would
you go about it, Inspector?

- [Inspector] The usual way.

- Send out a call to all
men, surround the area,

find the criminals,
move in, make an arrest?

- Yes.

- [Brook] I suppose you'd like
to make the arrest yourself,

would you, get your
picture in the papers?

- This is my division.

- Yes, yes, in fact, I
couldn't agree more with you,

Inspector, absolutely right.

In fact, I'm glad you
volunteered.

And when we find Garard, you
can go out and bring him in.

Be very careful of the gun,
won't you?

- Gun?

- Yes, they've stolen a
double-barrelled shotgun,

and it's now in the hands of Mr.
Garard.

And as you know, Inspector,
he's a certified psychopath.

Now, I don't want to panic you,
Inspector,

but from this moment on, the
whole community's at risk.

- Taxi.

- [Driver] Where to, miss?

- Spearbury.
- Spearbury.

- I'm sure they're still
in the same neighborhood,

sir, it's a question of
flushing them out.

That's why I'm making
the request.

Sir, we're not just
talking about any prisoner,

we're talking about
Garard, who's a psychopath.

Yes, I know he's got
Filton with him,

Filton is small fry, but
Garard is not.

He's a killer, he's got
absolutely nothing to lose,

and he's got a gun.

But I can't, sir--

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

He's agreed.

We can arm the men.

(ominous music)

(clock ticking)

- Hilary, you're
drinking too much.

- I need a drink.

- A pill would be more sedating.

As your doctor, I--

- Doctor.

- And the man who loves
you very much.

Hilary, I'm worried about you.

You're very close to
cracking up.

- No.

- After all this time,
I know you.

I know you best.

- Did you do
everything up there?

- Oh yes, all the little
chores attended to.

All the domestic chores.

Isn't that what I promised you?

There will be no worries
on your shoulders.

Trust me.

And later tonight--

(bell ringing)

- Who can that be?

- We're not expecting anyone,
are we?

So the best thing is to
answer it and find out.

- But--

- Take one.

(ominous music)

Funny thing, there
doesn't seem to be any--

- Who else is in the house?

- No one.

(gunshot)

(screaming)

- I said who else?

- Nobody.

- That's good.

That's nice.

- Frank!

- Don't panic.

As long as we do as they
say, they won't harm us.

- Oh, well, that's
really clever, eh?

He's a mind reader.

Check the house.

It's not that I don't trust you.

My motto is trust everyone,
but cut the cards.

- Who are you?

What do you want?

- His name is Gard.

- Garard.

The name is Garard.

And the other one is Filton.

You've been listening
to your radio.

That's right, we're famous.

- I should have said notorious.

- Well, whatever.

The thing is, people are
talking about us.

How did you know I was Garard?

Had no time to put out
a picture yet.

- There was a description.

- Oh.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

- Now, he can't have
slipped through the net.

Garard and Filton are on foot,

they can't have more
then 10 minutes' start.

- Most of the road blocks
were established

within 20 minutes.

15, some of them.

- That's right.

- Nevertheless, there's
not been a single report

of a sighting.

- Nevertheless they are in
there somewhere, Inspector.

- Those road blocks are
tying up a number

of my men, superintendent.

Things are getting difficult.

- Yes, and they're gonna
get a damn sight

more difficult, aren't they?

A few policemen are going
to go without leave.

A few lucky motorists
are going to go

without being booked.

No, Inspector, I'm sorry.

They're still in there.

Garard and Filton, hiding out,
waiting.

They're in there somewhere.

I won't have a single
roadblock lifted.

I want more men.

- More men?

- Yes, I want to double up
on some of those roadblocks.

- Double up!

- Inspector, I want
every single thing

and every single person
checked and re-checked.

I don't want as much as a mouse
scurrying out of that area.

Or in.

(ominous music)

- Your countryside is
really something.

- It is, miss.

Except when the
weather turns bad.

They say around these parts,
if you can see the skyline,

it's gonna rain, and if
you can't see it,

it is raining.

It looks as if we're gonna
have some rain today too.

- Good day, sir.

- What's wrong?

- Just a routine check.

- Routine?

- Where are you heading?

- Lady's going to Spearbury.

What's all this about?

- Spearbury?

Don't stop for anyone, sir,
that's all.

Hitchhikers, anyone, don't stop.

- Mind if I ask what
is going on?

- A couple of convicts
who've escaped, miss.

Two hoods on the lam.

- I understood convicts.

Are they dangerous?

- Oh, I doubt if they're
in the area anyway.

Probably miles away by now.

Don't stop for anyone, sir,
that's all.

If I may, miss, us British
coppers are wonderful.

- Maybe, maybe you'd
rather turn back, miss.

- It took three months
to arrange this interview

with the Hensons, I can't
give it up now.

- All right.

Ready.

(whistling)

Where are ya?

(laughing)

It's all right.

There's no one else here.

- That's nice.

That's a good start.

You were telling the truth then,
mister...

Mister...

- Doctor.

Dr. Henson.

- Oh!

Doctor, eh?

Well, that could come in handy.

We might be here some time.

And I've got this terrible pain.

In my big toe.

I've had it ever
since I was a kid.

(giggling)

Perhaps you could
advise me on that.

- We'll do whatever you say.

- [Garard] Yes, of
course you will.

Car in the garage?

- Yes, in the garage, with
a full tank of petrol.

Take it, take it and go.

- We don't want it.

Not just yet, anyway.

You reckon you can get it
working, then?

- Yeah, fix it up with
the car battery.

- Well, go on then,
get it working.

And keep your head
down out there.

Your wife looks pale, doctor.

Why don't you sit down, Mrs.
Henson?

Sit down.

When Filton gets back,

we will make you really
comfortable, Mrs. Henson.

You keep yourself in good
shape then, Doctor, hey?

No flab?

Course, I'm probably a
little bit heavier than you,

but there's not much difference.

You know, one of the
features of prison life

is the absence of the
kind of luxury that

a man of my
background appreciates.

You know what I mean, hm?

Well-cut suit, a snap of cuff?

The feel of linen
against the skin?

Uh, you do have a linen shirt?

Well, when Filton gets
back, we will trot along

to your wardrobe and sort
out some gear.

The linen shirt I insist
upon, and a silk tie.

Ah-ah.

Nothing too bold.

You see how innocuous I am, eh?

I could demand anything.

But all I ask is the
feel of something nice

against my skin.

- You a patient, then?

Henson you said?

Only Henson I know in
these parts is Dr. Henson,

heart specialist.

- Oh, no, it's Mrs.
Henson I'm going to see.

- Oh, Mrs. Henson.

I did know her once.

She comes from a titled family,
you know.

Very wealthy.

- That's why I'm
going to see her.

I'm a journalist.

Mrs. Henson has one of
the finest collections

of posters in the world.

I'm going to do a
feature on them.

- Posters?

- Theatrical, advertising.

- Oh, posters.

They're valuable bits of paper?

- Very.

Some of the really early
ones are priceless.

But I expect she keeps
those safely locked away.

(groaning)

- Don't worry, Doc.

I told you we'd make
your wife comfortable.

I trust you.

I also told you I
trusted you, but you see,

she is my insurance,
because while you and me

are downstairs relaxing or
talking about the weather

or politics or that
big toe of mine,

she'll be up here with
Filton looking after her.

And he'll do that very
well, won't you, Filton?

- For God's sake!

- Ah, ah.

I told you to fix that radio.

- If she's harmed--
- She will be fine.

Just as long as you do
what you are told.

Move.

Filton will be looking
after her, all the time.

- I'll look after you, Mrs.
Henson.

That's why I was inside.

For looking after the ladies.

Perhaps a bit too well.

- You expecting any callers,
Doc?

- No.

- I'll ask you again, and
this time think about it.

Are you expecting any callers?

- I'm expecting no one.

- What about the
unexpected ones?

Mrs. Smith sprains her
ankle, little Johnny

gets a tummy ache, you're
a doctor, aren't you?

- I'm not that kind of doctor.

- How many kinds are there?

- I'm a specialist.

- In keeping your nose clean?

Come on.

That's good, though.

That you're not
expecting anyone.

That could've been awkward.

- I'd feel responsible if
anything happened to you, miss.

- I'm sure nothing's going
to happen to either of us.

As long as you keep your
eyes on the road.

- Yeah, I know the
disposition of all those cars.

- I'll be in the
upstairs office,

it's a bit too crowded in here.

Not room enough for
the both of us,

so I'll be upstairs
if I'm needed.

- He doesn't really understand.

His kind, sir.

Not enough time in the
field, all administration,

bookwork.

Doesn't understand a
situation like this,

not like you and me, sir.

- I thought you had some
experience behind you, sergeant.

- Well, I do, sir.

19 years on the force.

- Hasn't taught you very much,
has it?

Now, his kind has made it
up to inspector

because according to
the book his kind

is superior to your kind,
sergeant.

Come here.

Now it's perfectly true
that I talked him down.

But then you see I've
worked very hard,

they made me up to
superintendent.

Which gives me the right,
the privilege,

and sometimes the
pleasure to step on people

who are below me.

But I don't make any mistakes,
sergeant.

I don't underestimate people.

Now, I have invited your
inspector to go in alone

and disarm Garard.

You don't think for
one moment that

he wouldn't do it, do you?

Well, do you?

- No, sir.

- Well, of course he'd go in.

Because sometimes the
dangerous, difficult,

unpleasant jobs fall to his lot.

And the way the they fall to
you, sergeant, or to mine.

Now in the future, when
you want to knock

a superior officer, do it for
his benefit, not for mine.

- Oh, come on, get on with it.

(car engine approaching)

- Police!

You take the back way,
run around--

- I told you to stay with
the girl, go on.

(bell ringing)

Come on, Doc, on your feet.

And get it right!

Go on.

(bell ringing)

- Sorry to trouble you, sir.

- Yes, what is it?

- Have you been
watching television or

listening to the radio, sir?

- No, I've bee working,
as a matter of fact.

Why?

- Routine check, sir.

A couple of bad lads
have escaped,

there's a chance they may
be in the area.

Nothing to be alarmed about,
of course.

As I said, just routine.

We're calling on every
house in the neighborhood,

just in case anyone's
seen anything suspicious.

- [Henson] I've seen
nothing, I've been working.

- [Officer] Well, if you
do see or hear anything--

- [Henson] Yes, of
course, I'll let you know.

- If you don't mind,
we'll take a quick look

around the grounds.

- Well, do whatever you like,

but I'm sure you won't
find anything.

(screaming)

It's the kids.

Darling, do try to
keep them quiet.

My wife's supposed to be
reading to them,

improving their minds.

It sounds as though she's
reading them horror stories.

Well, gentlemen, I'm sorry, I--

- Well, thanks for your trouble,
sir.

And don't forget, if you
see or hear anything--

- Yes, of course, I'll
call you at once.

- Thank you, sir.

- She didn't think,
she panicked.

- Shhh!

(engine starting)

You did fine.

One moment I was gonna kill ya,

the next I was proud of ya.

But your wife, well now,
she didn't do so good.

- But she was hysterical,
under stress.

- Worse.

She was under Filton's eye.

Filton?

Filton!

Filton!

- Yeah?

- Everything all right up there?

- Yeah, she's all right,
she pulled her gag off.

- That's good, come down here.

- Garard--

- Come down.

You.

You made a mistake.

- Look, I promise you, I--

- That could've been a
fatal mistake.

I should use your face for
a punchbag, shouldn't I?

- [Filton] Yeah.

- Speak up, Filton, I
can't hear you.

- Yes.

- [Garard] Yes I should what?

- Use my face for a punchbag.

- Come on then.

Come on, give us a face.

- It's all right.

I was only kidding.

(groaning)

Come on, Filton, get up.

Come fix that radio.

Filton?

I just taught you a lesson.

That might, it might,
one day keep you alive.

You ought to say thank you.

Filton!

(breathing heavily)

- Thanks.

- That's all right.

Before you go.

Cop hold of this.

You got a workbench?

- In, in the garage.

- Cut the barrels down.

Filton.

Now then, Doc.

It's just you and me, isn't it?

Fancy your chances?

Do you want to take me on?

Eh?

No.

You're not the type, are you?

But I'll bet you're hell
with women and kids, hey?

Well, seeing as it's
just you and me

and we're not gonna be
disturbed again,

why don't we relax,
have a nice quiet drink?

Calm your nerves.

(ominous music)

After you.

(phone ringing)

- Yes.

Yep.

You don't say?

Well, try again, and
keep on trying.

One of my cars is off the air,
sir.

I've been trying to raise
him for 15 minutes or more.

Radio's probably pecked up.

- How long since you
were on a car, sergeant?

- Six years.

- And what did you do
when your radio pecked up?

- I'd have found and called in.

- What's the number of the car?

- Echo Four Seven.

- Roving patrol.

- Yeah, it could be anywhere.

- Could be anywhere in the area,
sergeant.

Now alert all units.

- More police cars than
my garden's got greenfly.

- I'm good with my hands.

Being good with my
hands isn't enough.

Needs.

(breathing heavily)

I need scissors or
something to cut with.

A screwdriver.

Bits and pieces.

Perhaps I will find
something like that

around here, eh?

(groaning)

What have you got in here, then?

Family skeleton?

- You sure you won't join me?

- No, I, I won't, but
you go ahead.

- Oh, thank you.

(laughing)

You're too clever, doctor.

Ah, but then again, you're
a specialist, aren't you?

We never did get
that sorted out.

Exactly what kind of a
specialist are you?

- I'm a heart surgeon.

- [Garard] Oh.

I thought all specialists
were referred to as mister.

- Well, it's optional.

- Ah, optional.

- [Henson] Some consultants
prefer to be called doctor.

- Sort of humble in reverse, eh?

Well, don't worry about me,
mister doctor.

I won't get drunk.

Oh, and uh, I have been
referred to as heartless.

(laughing)

(thumping)

(whimpering)

- Look, I told you not to
make any noise!

Enough!

- Come here, get off!

Filton!

Filton, get off me!

- I didn't touch her.

I swear I didn't touch her.

She just went crazy.

- I told you to fix that radio.

- Look, I was.

I was looking for some scissors,
in there.

In there.

When she went mad.

- Get her back on the bed.

You, give him a hand.

Knock it off!

Well well well.

When you go, you really
go, don't you, doc?

Eh?

What is in here, then?

- Just old clothes.

- Oh, just old clothes.

Give us a key.

- I don't know where it is.

- Well, that's no problem.

(bell ringing)

- [Henson] I've never
seen her before,

you've got to believe me.

- Well, whoever she
is, she looks as though

she's here to stay.

So you have got to get
rid of her, haven't you?

(bell ringing)

- Dr. Henson?

- That's right.

- Tracy Loxton.

I'm sorry I'm a little late,
but there are

roadblocks all the way.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I--

- I have an appointment.

You're expecting me.

I'm sorry I'm not making
myself very clear.

I guess she forgot to
tell you about it.

- She?

- Your wife, I
arranged it with her.

- My wife?

- For her collection of posters.

What a collection!

- Ah, Miss Loxton, um.

I'm terribly, I'm terribly
sorry, but my wife isn't here.

It's quite unlike her to
overlook something like this,

she even neglected to
tell me about it,

but she's away and will
be for some days.

I'm so sorry.

Perhaps you'd let me
call you a taxi.

- But I can't go.

I'm sorry, Dr. Henson, I
know it's presumptuous of me,

but I've already arranged
for my boyfriend

to pick me up here.

That's why I let the cab go.

- Boyfriend?

- Well, yes, he's
somewhere on the road

between here and Cornwall,
I've no hope of contacting him.

He's expecting to meet
me here later.

- How much later?

- Well, I counted on the
interview lasting

at least two hours.

He should be here
around four o'clock.

Look, my time doesn't have
to be entirely wasted.

At least you can let
me see the collection.

You must know
something about them.

- Miss Loxton, I'm
terribly sorry,

but it's quite impossible
for you to stay here.

- Excuse me, sir, should I,

beg your pardon, sir,
should I make the tea, sir?

Or perhaps the young lady
would prefer a drink, sir?

I'm sure that Madam
would not wish us

to be inhospitable, sir.

- No, no, of course not.

- Thank you, a drink
would be fine.

- This way please, miss.

Sir.

Sherry or whiskey, miss?

- Sherry would be fine,
thank you.

- Do please sit down, Miss,
Miss Loxton.

- Am I drinking alone?

- Oh, beg pardon, sir.

Would you care to join
the young lady?

- Yes, I think perhaps I will.

Scotch please, Garard.

- Oh, this must be the original!

I've seen photographs
of this before,

but never a real print.

And this one too!

You know, the last
time I saw this

it was in a Washington museum,

and it was only a reproduction.

- Sir.

- Thank you.

- I must confess, I was
half expecting this trip

to be a waste of time,
but just the posters

in this room alone make
it worthwhile.

- Excuse me, miss?

Your, uh, your gentleman friend,

will he be arriving alone, miss?

I was merely thinking, should
you decide to stay for dinner,

I would like to be forewarned.

- Oh, there's no telling
how many people

Derek may show up with.

But don't worry, we
wouldn't be able

to stay for a meal anyway.

We have to get back to town.

- You've forgotten the soda.

- I do beg your pardon, sir.

That's not like me at all, sir.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

- [Brook] Yes, I think there
are gonna be some widows

and orphans before we're
finished with this one,

I just know it.

- Yeah, it's written
all over him.

A killer, and not just
a bully boy, either.

No, he's cold, no nerves.

- Yes, we trained him
very well, didn't we?

Didn't you know, sergeant?

It's all in here, if you
read back far enough.

He's ex army, crack
paratroop regiment.

The state trained him, and now
he's an enemy of the state.

It's ironical, isn't it?

Right, get onto the
local army unit,

tell them we'd like
their help to

recover one of their own.

Radio all units, I want total
mobility, a sweeping search.

We don't want anybody just
sitting around waiting.

(radio buzzing)

Thank you.

- You all right?

- Yes.

It was five years ago, I
had to go to the far east,

to Malay, to pick up
an embezzler.

I picked up a massive
dose of malaria instead.

Just catches up on me sometimes.

- Inconvenient.

- Yes.

I'm all right, I wouldn't
be on the force if I wasn't.

It just catches up on
me sometimes.

There.

See, it's beginning to
work already.

I'm not an invalid, you
won't have to

pull any punches on my account.

- Thank you.

I'll remember that.

- Do you have a recent
photograph of your wife

I could borrow?

It's something I'd like to
feature in the magazine.

Is this her?

- No, that's my sister.

I don't think I do have a
recent photograph of her,

but I'm sure she'll be
very pleased to

send one on to you later.

- If she were here, we
could get our own

against the posters.

Derek's going to have to
take a few of these anyway.

Oh, don't worry, the
magazine will arrange

for copyright clearance.

- You mean that when your
boyfriend arrives here,

he'll be staying?

- Well, only for as
long as it takes

to get the right pictures.

We'll probably want one
of you as well.

American readers just
love English butlers.

Have I said something wrong?

(electronic beeping)

- Oh, excuse me, sir, I
must have left

the radio on in my room.

If you'll excuse me
for a moment.

- Dr. Henson, I'm very
sorry about--

- Oh, sorry to interrupt you,
miss.

I wonder if I might just have
a quick word with you, sir?

- Yes, of course,
please excuse me.

- I suppose you thought
that was very funny,

using my name in front of her.

Well, you do that again,
and it will be

the very last sound
you ever hear.

Now get upstairs, come on.

If you'd just have a quick look,
sir.

(radio static)

- [Radio] One zero two five
to echo bravo one seven.

Please report.

- Garard!

- Over there, hey.

Keep your voice down,
we've got a visitor.

- [Filton] You didn't
get rid of her?

- Her boyfriend is
picking her up later.

And that is all right with
me, you understand that, Doc?

She walks out of here
none the wiser,

and maybe, just maybe, you
and your wife have a chance.

- Why didn't you just grab her?

- And the boyfriend too,
when he arrives?

That's too many to
keep an eye on.

That's too many missing.

There must be people who
knew she was coming here.

She disappears, and the
finger starts pointing

at this place, and this
place is clean so far,

and that's the way it
stays, have you got me, Doc?

You fix that radio, then?

- Oh, yeah.

- Oh yeah?

Well, let's hear it working.

Let's hear what they're
saying about us.

(ominous music)

- [Radio] Echo seven eight,

disturbance at 23
Everton Avenue.

Proceed immediately.

Information from Mrs.
Aston at 25 Everton Avenue.

Source, one zero two five.

Echo four seven, come in please.

Come in, echo four seven.

Will all units continue the
search for echo four seven

and report immediately.

- They'll find that car soon.

They'll know we're around here.

- And when she leaves
here with her boyfriend,

they'll give this place
a clean bill of health.

And sooner or later they'll
start looking somewhere else.

- That's great.

- I'm very glad you think so.

Downstairs, Doc.

- Look, I don't care
what you do,

I just want you out of
here as soon as possible.

- [Garard] Just as soon
as things cool down,

and the radio will tell us that.

- [Filton] It hasn't
cooled down yet.

- They will.

I've just told you.

Sooner or later, they will
start looking somewhere else.

Now come on, she's been on her
own down there long enough.

- Ah, there you are.

- This must be the gem
of the whole collection.

- Yes, my wife felt,

she spent, um, she
spent many years

trying to track it down,
and oddly enough,

she ran it down just
a mile away from here.

Sheer coincidence.

- Shall I get you another drink,
miss?

- I haven't finished
this one yet.

- [Sergeant] Now listen,
that car must be found.

- How big is this radius,
sergeant?

- Excuse me, what's that, sir?

- How big is this radius?

- About 10 miles, sir.

- That should be big enough.

I know, inspector, some of
your best men are tied up.

But if you want to
complain about it,

you'll have to go to the
chief constable.

- I already have.

He agrees with my
assessment of the situation.

He agrees that you're being
just a bit too zealous.

Too obsessional.

I'm to recall all units at six.

One hour from now.

- Thank you, inspector.

- Could use some coffee.

Well, whoever sent us off
chasing rainbows must be crazy.

Oh, sorry, sir.

- That's all right, son, we
probably are chasing rainbows.

Coffee's in the radio room.

Obsessional, eh?

Well, maybe he's right.

- Still nothing from
echo four seven.

- Echo four seven?

That's Jackie Jones
and Alfie Dunston, sir.

They're good men.

- They're deaf men, or stupid.

How long as their radio
been off the air?

- They're good men, sir.

What's their last position?

- The Spearbury area.

- Spearbury?

I just checked Spearbury,
there's nothing.

An old lady who'd lost her cat,
oh,

and Dr. Henson's kids
having a screaming party.

Nothing.

- Henson?

What kids?

- Very noisy ones.

I didn't see them, but they
were yelling out upstairs.

- Dr. Henson hasn't
got any kids.

- Well, come on, son!

- Come on, mate.

- [Radio] Attention all units.

Proceed towards junction
A7 in Spearbury area.

Attention all units.

Proceed towards junction A7.

Proceed in direction
of Spearbury.

Garard and Filton believed
to be in this area.

Proceed--

- Superintendent Brook to HQ,
Brook to HQ.

- [Radio] HQ.

- Call off the
Spearbury operation.

Repeat, call off the
Spearbury operation.

Garard and Filton have
been positively identified

as being in the Dover area.

Repeat, they are in
the Dover area.

Recall all local units.

Repeat, call off all units.

Search to be concentrated
in the Dover area.

- [Radio] One zero two
five, one zero two five.

- I knew I was right.

We've wasted all those men,
all that time, for nothing.

- Well, it's out of
our hands now.

They've taken the radio.

- They think we're in Dover.

(thumping)

- Oh, uh, that was the gardener,
sir.

He wanted a quick word
with you before he left.

- Hey, they've called
off the search.

- Get away from her.

- I've just heard it.

See for yourself.

- [Radio] Repeat to all units.

Disperse search concentration
around Spearbury.

Garard and Filton positively--

(giggling)

- It worked, Garard.

We can get out of here now.

- Not yet.

- Eh?

- It'll take some time
to get all those cars

out of the way.

We'll be going, later.

- There seems to be a
last-minute development, sir,

may I call you back?

No, no, sir, just an
unconfirmed report,

but we have to check
everything out, don't we, sir?

Yes, sir.

Spearbury?

- Yeah, definite, sir.

They've also killed a
couple of our men,

Jones and Dunston.

(ominous music)

- Your gentleman friend
should be arriving soon, miss.

- Derek isn't exactly
famous for his punctuality.

- They've conned her.

The American girl.

- She's expecting company.

A boyfriend, Derek.

- Well, they don't know it yet,

but they're all
expecting company.

I want six men, plain clothes,
armed.

And sergeant, just make
sure they all know

how to use a gun, eh?

- Sir.

Alf and Jackie Jones.

They were friends of mine.

And Garard and Filton are
expecting the boyfriend.

- Fancy.

- [Henson] The Matisse is
actually signed

on the back, as well.

- It must be worth a
lot of money.

- Yes, I imagine it is.

And uh, this one over here
is really quite attractive.

Don't you find?

You don't agree?

- Yes, I do agree.

- Would you care for a drink,
Miss Loxton?

- Oh, allow me, sir.

- The whole collection's
beautiful, doctor.

I think the Matisse is my
favorite, but--

(bell ringing)

Oh, that must be Derek.

- I didn't hear a car, miss.

- Only one way to find out.

- Hi!

Derek couldn't make it,
sent me instead.

- Oh, hi.

- And a peace offering.

- Well, Miss Loxton, I
expect you'll be on your way.

Um, I hope you'll use
your discretion

about revealing our address.

With this collection, we don't
want to be burgled, do we?

- I understand.

It was very nice meeting
you, Doctor, and I'm just--

- Hold it!

He's a cop.

- Stand still, Filton.

- All right, Garard, leave it.

This is the end of the road.

Move.

- The right kneecap first.

Then the left, and you tumble
right down into my arms.

Do you want to tumble,
or do you want to walk?

- Tredgett.

- He killed two cops, didn't he?

Two friends of mine.

- It wasn't me.

That was Garard.

- Shut up!

- I'm waiting.

- I'm coming down.

Don't shoot.

It was Garard, he killed 'em.

- Filton!

(groaning)

- That's nice, isn't it?

When thieves fall out.

Thieves and murderers.

- My wife!

(ominous music)

- I knew you hadn't
slipped the net.

Sergeant, I'd like the
personal satisfaction of

telling the chief
constable about this,

and the inspector.

- Oh my God.

My wife.

She's dead.

She's dead.

And you killed her!

- Are you sure she's dead?

- 'course I'm sure,
I'm a doctor.

- Upstairs, Tredgett.

Get these two into the van.

- Dr. Henson.

(groaning)

- You killed her, you can
ride with her.

Why don't you come back with us,

and let perhaps the police
doctor have a look at you?

- Yes, of course, but
I'd rather like

to be left alone for a little
while if you don't mind.

I'll come along later.

- All right.

- Where's the American girl,
sir?

- She's gone.

- Eh?

- She left a few moments ago,

she must have walked
right past you.

- Well, we'd better find her,
hadn't we?

She's a material witness.

- Well, I've no doubt
she'll contact you

after she's seen her employer.

Miss Loxton is a journalist,
and I imagine

what she's seen here would
make good copy.

- Put a call out, we want
her brought in straight away.

- All right, sir.

- And perhaps you'd come
along and make a statement

when you feel up to it, sir.

- Yes, sir, yes, of course, I...

(ominous music)

Hilary!

Such good fortune all the way.

Then one terrible
stroke of bad luck.

I mean, if she hadn't
seen you upstairs,

she'd have been none the wiser,
or...

Or if she hadn't seen the body.

But unfortunately she saw both.

- And when she wakes up?

- Oh, she...

She isn't going to wake up.

- Keep your hands off her,
haven't you done enough?

- That's not the same woman.

- Oh, come on.

- That's not Mrs. Henson.

Filton, you saw her just now.

- It's over, Garard.

- But it's not the same woman!

- We're not gonna talk
our way out of this one.

- That's sound advice.

- It's not her, I tell you,
this one has dark hair!

Filton, will you look?

- That's right, give me
trouble, I'd like that.

- No.

No!

- Yes, yes, we must, we must!

- It wasn't her.

It wasn't her.

Different woman entirely.

- We're building up a tricky
little defense, aren't we?

- Oh, do leave off,
what have I got to lose?

The dead woman is not Mrs.
Henson.

- Sergeant, you did see her,
didn't you?

- Yes, Mrs. Henson all right.

- [Garard] It's a lie!

- Look, I knew Mrs. Henson.

That's her they're laying out
on the morgue slab right now.

- All right.

What about the other woman,
then?

- What other woman?

- Pretty, long blonde hair.

The one that Henson
said was his wife.

Who's that, then?

- We have no alternative.

Look, I, we, murdered my
wife and got away with it.

Now, when we did that, there
was still an element of risk.

I mean, all right, I
contrived the symptoms

of a heart attack, but
there was always the risk

of some nosy pathologist
probing too far.

Now, those two thugs have
eliminated that risk.

No one will ever question
that she died because of them.

No one will ever know
that she was already dead

when they arrived here.

And I'm not prescribing
any more pills for you.

You drink this.

- Another killing.

- We have to, then we'll
be completely clear.

- How?

- Exactly the same plan
we had for Elizabeth

we didn't have to use.

A painless injection, she won't
feel a thing, I promise you.

Then later when it's dark we'll
take her far away from here.

She'll be found somewhere,

and the verdict will be
heart seizure.

Then it will be all over.

All right?

Good.

Now go and get my bag,
there's a good girl.

- Hey, you must be feeling
rather pleased with yourselves.

- He is.

- Hey?

- Well, all the credit for the
pinch will go on your record.

You did well.

You don't look well, pained.

- Well, that's how I
look when I'm thinking.

- Yeah, well, give it up,
it doesn't look good on you.

What are you thinking about,
anyway?

- That's the trouble, I
can't remember.

- Ha, it's been a long,
hard day.

Come on, I'll finish
the tar sheets,

you go and buy yourself a drink.

- It's funny how Garard
kept on insisting

about it being a
different woman.

- Garard's crafty, he's got
something up his sleeve.

- Yes, convincing, though.

- Have to be very
convincing on this one.

Murdered two of our fellows,
terrorized a family.

Not to mention one of our
cousins

from across the Atlantic.

- Well that's it.

- Eh?

- The American girl,
Tracy Loxton.

Well, the
superintendent told me to

find her and bring her in.

And I've been putting
out bulletins.

- Ah, well, that's the
usual procedure.

- But I don't have to.

She's going back to the house.

- Why?

- Two reasons.

Her boyfriend's picking
her up there,

and I remember now, her
suitcase was still in the hall.

(ominous music)

- What happened?

- You had a nasty fall, my dear.

Don't worry.

I'm taking good care of you.

Just a little injection,
then you'll wake up

feeling so much better.

- Thank you.

Wait a minute.

I didn't fall.

You hit me.

- Hold her, hold her!

(screaming)

- Get away from her.

I know there are new medical
techniques these days,

doctor, but I never
heard of this one before.

- She was hysterical, I
was giving her a sedative.

- Oh, for God's sake.

Can't you see it's over?

- Yes, I rather think it is.

You all right, miss?

(bell ringing)

Why don't you answer it?

I'm sorry to say it's probably

your real boyfriend this time.

(eerie music)