All language subtitles for No.1.of.the.Secret.Service.1977.eng

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Giving it plenty

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it every little thing
I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it every
little thing I've got ♪

-♪ Giving it plenty
-♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ I'm giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ We all live but once
in this world ♪

♪ So why let the good things
pass us by ♪

♪ If you walk past
a pretty girl ♪

♪ You won't stand a chance
if you never try ♪

♪ Giving it plenty

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it every little thing I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it every little
thing I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it now
while I'm feeling her ♪

♪ I'm giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ I'm a winner
in every game ♪

♪ And zero
is never beside my name ♪

♪ And while I'm climbing
I'll never fall ♪

♪ Because when I give out

♪ I give my all

-♪ Giving it plenty
-♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it every little thing I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it every little
thing I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ I'm giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh

♪ Hey, hey

♪ Giving it plenty

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it every little thing I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it every little
thing I've got ♪

♪ Yes, I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ I'm giving it now
while I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ I'm giving it

♪ Baby, baby

♪ I'm giving it

♪ Yes, I am
I'm giving it ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

What is the most powerful
thing...

in the world today?

MAN: BO!

It's money!

The root of all evil.

Money!

And evil men.

I'll give you two examples

of the men we are up against.

Sir Julian Wharton.

A diplomat...

who sells a million pounds

worth of armaments a year.

You can imagine

-what he's doing for peace.
-MAN: And the church is--

LOVEDAY:
And then there's the American.

Martin J. Haslock.

Oh, he's the prize of all.

He has the luck, all right.

The luck of the devil!

He sold arms...

to a group of freedom fighters

in South America

so that they could rebel

and then he sold arms

to the local government

so that they could kill
the rebels!

A couple of million dollars
in the kitty,

and only about 5,000 dead.

Now!

Who is going to save you

helpless idiots...

from men like these?

Who will save you?

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Our organization is known
to its friends as K.R.A.S.H.

K-R-A-S-H.

Killing, Raping, Arson,

Slaughter, and Hits.

All our men are experts
in unarmed combat.

As you see,
the training is intense.

The one with two eyes...

is new to K.R.A.S.H.

[GUNSHOT]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

MAN: [GRUNTING]

[NECK BONE CRACKS]

In this ring we do not bother
with a count of ten.

Come.

I'll show you something else.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

His ability with a gun
is matched only

by his treachery.

Each of our operatives
is assigned to kill.

The man just shot dead
was his...

assignment...

and his brother.

That is indeed treacherous
and ruthless.

Yes.

Each man that reachesthe highest level in K.R.A.S.H.

has these qualities.

Just to keep a breast
of the times,

we're developing
a new women's section.

I take it you're impressed
by our organization.

No.

If I can find you,
so can the police.

We send terrorists and assassins

all over the world.

The need for secrecy is both
obvious and essential.

With K.R.A.S.H.
it is complete and absolute.

LOVEDAY: I'm glad to hear it.

But the fact that I'm here
to employ you

means that you can be found.

Well, if you're not happy.

I'll pay you five million

to see that anyone who troublesme is eliminated.

I'll have no further contact
with you,

but if I'm happy
with your service,

you'll get five million
every year.

You must be a very wealthy man.

Determined is a better word.

You see, unlike yourself,

I can murder openly.

I have done so
and I will continue to do so.

But then,
I have formulated a plan

for the perfect murder.

Then why do you need
K.R.A.S.H?

So, that my work may continue
uninterrupted.

Frankly,
your subversive operation

is no more than a diversion.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Won't be long.

Keep it warm till I get back.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Charles.

I might have known.

Does he have to interfere
with my private life?

He didn't exactly
get you out of bed.

Ah. But he did stop me
getting into it.

Good morning, sir.

Well, Bind, what do you think?

I don't know, sir.

December the 8th,
Martin J. Haslock, American,

shot leaving Sotheby's.

Died leaving
five million dollars.

December the 15th,
Sir Julian Wharton,

shot outside the Savoy.

See he only left 900,000 pounds.

Well, I think, sir.

I think it only goes to showthat money can't buy happiness.

Very funny.

What other bright ideas
have you got?

Not very many, I'm afraid.

They both died
in much the same way.

And they were very rich, too.

The way I see it,
there are too many links

connecting the two victimsfor it to be simple coincidence.

Haslock, the American,
was a pretty valuable friend.

He helped us with some of our
best economic operations

in South America.

And Sir Julian Wharton?

He was one of Britain's
key negotiators

in the international
money market.

Each of these men
was in high finance,

and valuable to Britain.

We've been instructed
to get to the bottom of it.

Start immediately.

-Where?
-Speaker's Corner, Hyde Park.

Intelligence reports
some scruffy demagogue

made some particularly nasty
remarks about these men.

Of course,
it may be sheer coincidence.

See if you can dig him out
of whatever hole he lives

in and ask him a few questions.

Right, sir.

ROCKWELL:
Hang on a minute, Bind.

Take off your coat.

-Why, sir?
-ROCKWELL: Get it off!

You're licensed to kill, Bind,

but only with a government-
issue .38.

Yes, well, a .38's all very well

in a lady's handbag, sir,

but my 357 combat Magnums

can stop an elephant
at 200 yards.

Yes, but we don't kill
elephants, do we?

True.

ROCKWELL: Get rid of them.

I want to see you wearing
that government-issue .38

next time you enter
this office.

Yes, sir.

Miss Martin,

will you send in Agent Hudson.

Good morning, Miss Hudson.

Good morning, sir.

ROCKWELL:
This is Charles Bind.

You'll be under his wing.

Bind, I'd like you to meet
Miss Hudson.

She'll be working with you.

Look after her, Bind.

Like a brother, sir.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Listen to me, you fools!

You rubbish,

blown off the London streets.

I am here to save you.

You're not worth it,

but I'm going to save you
all the same.

[INSTRUMENT MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[CAR REVVING]

[MACHINE WHIRRING]

Well, I certainly wouldn't
want him to marry my sister.

Even if I did have one.

You say you traced the car?

ANNA: Mm-hm.

Soda?

Yes, please.

Uhhh!

-Say when.
-I'm soaking!

Oh.

Yes, well, you'd better
get out of that dress.

You'll catch pneumonia.

[WARDROBE CLOSES]

-ANNA: Oh!
-Here.

Better put this on.

Belonged to my older brother.

Oh!

[DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN]

[DOOR CLOSES]

We better get down
to business.

You say you traced the car.

Yes. It belongs
to a Mr. Arthur Loveday.

Wonder why he gives lifts
to down-trodden tramps?

Loveday.

Loveday.

It's a name
I seem to remember.

Probably in the Financial Times.

He owns a group of companies
called Teen Toys.

You know, they make Speedo
racing cars, Macro Models,

that type of thing.

Quite a success story, really.

He started making playthings
in a garden shed

about 18 years ago.

And now he owns four factories

and nets about 20 million
a year.

Shouldn't be too hard
to find him.

I've already found him.

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Fascinating little trick,
Charles!

Yes.

This bulletproof wall
is activated

whenever a gun is pointed at me.

Wonder where our unfriendly
Mr. Loveday lives?

I know. Wayland Park.

It's a huge kind of a shack
in a couple of acres of land

near Winchester.

We'd better pay him a visit,
then.

Oop.

[CAR REVVING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Mr. Bind, sir.

Hello, Mr. Bind.

LOVEDAY: I was expecting you tocome calling one of these days.

I'd heard
you were looking for me.

I gather you weren't
quite expecting me.

BIND: I must admit it hadn't
occurred to us that our

Hyde Park orator was only
a fancy-dress tramp.

No, when in Rome,

do as the Romans do, Mr. Bind.

I'd have looked pretty
eye-catching

standing up there preaching
in a black silk dressing gown,

now, wouldn't I?

[LAUGHING]

Do sit down.

Now, what can I do for you?

Some weeks ago,
in one of your perorations,

you made some scathing
references to two men,

Martin J. Haslock

and Sir Julian Wharton?

All of them true.

May be.

But soon afterwards,

each of them got a bullet
through his skull.

My employer's
interested to know

who killed them and why?

We were thinking perhaps
you might know more about it

than we do.

Well, Mr. Bind,

in a manner of speaking,
you might say that

I killed them.

In what "manner of speaking"?

Let's just say
that I killed them.

-BIND: How?
-Ah,

now that would be telling.

I see.

LOVEDAY: I don't think you do.

Haslock and Wharton were
both very nasty characters.

Somebody had to kill them.

Now you tell me something.

Why are you so concerned
about them?

Well, I just have
an old-fashioned

objection to murder.

Hmm, that's very
unreasonable of you.

I thought I was doing theBritish government a good turn.

I think of it all
as gathering death duties.

To my knowledge,
the government doesn't allow

its official tax collectors
to use firearms.

Somehow, Mr. Loveday,

I don't think
they'd approve of unofficial

use of them, either.

They'll never get
a modern Britain that way.

Do you mind telling me
why you killed them?

Certainly.

I don't like rich men.

Myself excepted.

And there were good reasons

to particularly dislike
those two.

And that's all
there is to it?

LOVEDAY: Yes, Mr. Bind.

That's all there is to it.

Except, of course,
I haven't finished yet.

Oh, you mean you've got more
people you don't like?

LOVEDAY: Exactly.

And you've arranged for them

to leave the riches
of the world?

That's right.

They'll suddenly go
into the cold like--

BIND: Haslock and Wharton.

Do you think it's wise,
Mr. Loveday?

I mean, you do know
we're not going to like it.

Mm, then that's too bad.

I'm afraid I've already made
my plans.

So, you could always try
to stop me.

I've never minded a bit
of healthy competition.

It helps to keep one
on one's toes,

I always think.

BIND: I will stop you,
Mr. Loveday.

You think so?

I warn you, Mr. Bind,

I don't box
with gloves on.

Neither do I.

Well, then it should be
a nice fight.

I'd like you to meet
Stormy Weather.

[GRUNTS]

LOVEDAY: Don't trumped
with a queen, sweetheart.

Hello, Stormy.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

[RIPPING CLOTHES]

Uh, frightfully sorry, sir.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh, the operation
is legal nowadays.

Oh, by the way,

I'm taking a trip
across the Channel

the day after tomorrow.

I have a little uh,

business in Boulogne.

My kind of business?

Your kind of business.

Who's the victim?

He is.

Oh, I should explain.

I'm collecting a kind of
high class rogues gallery.

Loveday's Finest Living Dolls.

Actually...

these...

are dead ones.

Do you recognize them?

I can take a guess.

Martin J. Haslock
and Sir Julian Wharton.

Right first time, Mr. Bind.

And then there will be this one.

And who's that little fellow?

Well, he hasn't been
finished yet.

But when he is,
he'll be the spitting image

of one Arturo Benvenuti.

A very bad man.

Benvenuti.

An Italian financier.

That's right.
A retired Mafia chief.

But very respectable, nowadays.

A bit of a comedown
after the others, isn't it?

I suppose it is.

But I've never been snobbish
about murder.

Thanks for the little chat,
Loveday.

You're quite a joker.

In the games I play,

the joker always wins.

Goodbye, Mr. Bind.

Extraordinary, Bind,
extraordinary.

You say this fellow
Loveday admitted

he organized these killings?

Why?

I don't know, sir.

Why does he regularly
turn up in Hyde Park

dressed for a tramp's ball?

He's eccentric,
that's what he is.

Eccentric.

What did you make of him?

Well, he seemed intelligent.

Deadly.

And a little crazy.

He also has a fondness
for sex-changed

transvestite killers.

No, no. I mean,

did you believe him?

Well, I don't know, sir.

He's tried to kill me
twice already.

Perhaps he just doesn't like
having his photograph taken.

[LAUGHS]

Hm. That's very funny.

Take off your coat.

-Why, sir?
-Get it off!

That's better, Number 1.

He's playing games with us.

He's one of the wealthiest
men in the country.

Obviously,
he's a joker besides.

Where's his motive?

If I live long enough,
I'll ask him.

ROCKWELL: He's not our type,
not our type at all.

And this trip to Boulogne,

by channel ferry!
My God, Bind.

And this next so-called
plan of his.

Gunning down Benvenuti,
well, I mean,

that shows he's all a hoax,
doesn't it?

Does it, sir?

Isn't he prominent in the
financial world these days?

Yes, but he always has an army

of trigger-happy bodyguards
around him.

Well, Loveday may not be
a very convincing villain,

but he's the only one we've got.

Do you want to take
this trip to Boulogne?

I'm still not sure about him.

Anyway, what have we got
to lose?

In your case, buy nothing.

In my case, I have to answer
for your expenses.

You really sure about Loveday?

Or is it just the thought
of a cruise

with Miss Hudson
that appeals to you?

Cruise, sir?

Hour and a half
across the channel?

Thank you, sir.

Don't thank me.

Just come back
with something better

than you have so far.

Yes, sir.
Oh, there's one more thing.

I'd be grateful
for a full research job

on Loveday's background.

Won't be time before we leave.

All right,
I'll send you a cable.

-Thanks.-ROCKWELL: Bon voyage, Number 1,

have fun.
But not too much fun.

[THUD]

ROCKWELL: That's a Magnum.

Yes, well,

lot of elephants
in Boulogne, sir.

[LAUGHS]

All right.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[WATER RUSHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Over here, Mr. Bind.

My dear Bind,
I'm delighted to see you!

It's going to make
this little trip

so much more interesting for me.

Yes, well, uh, I do think
it's a little bit early

for shipboard romances.

-They friends of yours?
-Ah, yes, you haven't met

my girls, have you?
Let me introduce you.

It's, uh, Krissie
and Paula Williams.

Or Paula and Krissie Williams,

it makes little difference.

The girls, in a way,
are learning the business.

Yes, well, uh,

I can see
they're working hard at it.

Well, I uh, never do things
by halves.

Do sit down, Mr. Bind.

What will you have?

A scotch on the rocks?

My mother always told me
not to drink whiskey

before noon.

Make it a large brandy.

A large brandy, please.

And that's what money buys,
Mr. Bind.

Instant service

and a bow
that's six inches lower.

What else does it buy?

Anything you want.

Women, war or peace,

traitors, even loyalty.

Doesn't it, girls?

And...

murder.

And murder, Mr. Bind.

Let's stroll, shall we?

We were talking about murder.

Were we?

I thought we were talking
about money.

You won't stop me, you know.

It's all part of a plan.

A well-thought out,
carefully organized plan.

That's how I made my money.

You see, you don't make
a few million and keep it

by just holding out your hand

and waiting for the pennies
to drop from Heaven.

You plan.

You think faster and better
than your competitors.

Then you always win.

How about you, Mr. Bind?

Do you always win?

In my job, I have to.

That's true. It's not much
of a game for losers.

You know,
in a funny sort of a way,

I almost hope that you will
survive the competition

I've arranged.

Mm, I don't think you will,
though.

Competition?

What competition?

Well, it's more of a race,
really,

between a few
of the crew members

to see which one
kills you first.

I've put up a prize
of 10,000 pounds.

No consolation prize
for the losers, I'm afraid.

-Friendly.
-Oh, don't take it personally,

Mr. Bind.

Either I stop you
or you stop me.

You know, you could do
with a shave, Mr. Bind.

What's it to be, sir?

Shave, please.

Certainly, sir.

Short day.

Mr. Bind, isn't it?

BIND: How do you know my name?

A Mr. Loveday asked me

to look after you specially.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GASPS]

[LAUGHS]

BIND: Had enough?

[GRUNTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

That was a close shave.

What's Rockwell's news
on Loveday?

I was just gonna read it.

Oh, a waterbed!

[LAUGHS] Yes.

It's mine.

I had it installed
in case we ran aground.

-[GAPS]
-Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.

I was just moving it
out of the way

and look what happened.
[CHUCKLES]

You'd better slip
into something dry.

Like your skin.

Yes, Charles.

[CLEARS THROAT]
"Subject: Arthur Loveday.

Purpose: General Enquiry.

Full name: Arthur Ebenezer
Loveday, born 1923,

son of Thomas Loveday,
carpenter,

and Marjorie Loveday, housewife.

Mother killed
in car accident in 1944.

Father died in
prison after being arrested

on a theft charge.

Arthur's education
limited to eight years

state education.

According to teacher,
a quiet boy,

with average ability.

Very religious.

From 1936 to 1941
apprenticed to Jones Beamish,

furniture manufacturers,
as a cabinet maker.

Joined the army in 1941.

Returned to Britain in 1946.

From 1946--"
Oh!

-Can I help?
-No, thank you.

All right.
Uh, "from 1946 to 1948

was a tramp!

Came into contact
with a religious society

in Manchester.
Made model kits

for children working
from a small garage,

then started building them
professionally.

Business flourished
and expanded from the start.

Now owns several factories
all over the world

and lives in style.

Travels a great deal by sea.

Favored destinations:
New York, Nice, and Berne.

Gives away large sums
to charities,

friendship societies,
religious groups,

and the RSPCA.

Rockwell, Head of MI5 Ministry,

Whitehall, London, SW 1."

Well, what do you make
of that lot?

I'm sorry,
I wasn't listening.

Would you repeat it?

Oh, forget it.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS]

MAN: [SCREAMS]

Well, at least he had guts.

Yes.

And they're all over
the deck.

You've just saved me
10,000 pounds.

You know, sometimes I think
you're working

for my bank manager.

Three down,
none to go, Loveday.

No, I wouldn't say that.

Incidentally,
the next time we meet,

you must introduce me
formally to Miss Hudson.

Charming girl.

I think I might have got on
very well with her,

if only circumstances
had been different.

[CLEARS THROAT]

At least I won't have to cut
my toenails this Saturday.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Got a light, darling?

You're very switched on,
sweetie.

You're not by any chance
a friend of Mr. Loveday's?

[GROANS]

You're trying to bit
my jugular vein.

Playful, aren't you?

Oh, you're very tasty,
Mr. Bind.

Just another little nip.

I don't mind
being eaten, darling,

but not like this.

[WOMAN GROANS]

BIND: Huh,
Fangs for the memory.

Fangs ain't
what they used to be.

[LAUGHS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

What have you come as?

I'm the Clean Shave Kid.

You got about
20 seconds to live.

I don't believe it!

-[GUNSHOTS]
-[CLEAN SHAVE KID GROANS]

BIND: This ship just
wasn't big enough

for the both of us.

Two days
and he hasn't left the hotel.

Neither have the girls.

He must have come to organize
Benvenuti's killing.

In order to do that,
he's got to make contact

with somebody.

Do you think
his contact man might be

one of the hotel staff
after all?

ANNA: No.
They've all been

thoroughly checked
and they're very clear.

Then he must have outside help.

I wish Rockwell
would get a new photocopier.

This stuff from the post officeis practically unreadable.

BIND: [CHUCKLES] What's in old
Loveday's mail today?

Oh, same usual old things.

A couple of bills.

A letter of thanks
for a donation from the RSPCA.

A letter asking for a donation
from the Dog Lovers League.

[SIGHS]
I tried to warn Benvenuti.

ANNA: What did he say?

Thanked me very politely.

Said it was nice
to have strangers

worrying about his health.

I think he thoughtthe whole thing was a huge joke.

I'm beginning to wonder myself.

-Got you.
-Oh!

Charles,
do you have to do that?

BIND: I'm sorry, darling.
But in that shirt,

I just can't control myself.

[GRUNTS] Why don't you, uh,

slip into something
more comfortable?

Of course I will,
because I'm meeting Loveday

in 10 minutes
and he's going to show me

the sights of Boulogne.

[THUDS]

ANNA: This looks like
the place Charles

came to see Mr. Benvenuti.

LOVEDAY: Really!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GROANS]

ANNA: Oh, dear.

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

An aperitif, sir?

Yes, why not?

I can recommend the Chambery.

It's an excellent vintage.

Sounds splendid.

Chambery for Madame
and Scotch for myself.

-Certainly, sir.-Oh, make that a double whiskey

-for the gentleman.
-WAITER: Double, Madame.

-Thank you.
-Why?

ANNA: Benvenuti is dead.

Don't look now,
but Mr. Mastermind

is coming our way.

Good evening,
Miss Hudson, Mr. Bind.

Talk of the devil.

Oh, come now, Mr. Bind.

I'm wearing a halo today.

I got it from making the world
a little bit cleaner.

Oh, do you mind if I sit down?

[CHUCKLES] Feel free.

We were just talking
about Benvenuti.

Oh, you've heard, then?

Oh, that's a pity.

Now I wanted it
to be a surprise.

Oh, it was.

-Well, sort of.
-LOVEDAY: I warned you

there wasn't much point
in coming.

You know, if I were you,
I should cut my losses

and go home now.

Thanks for the advice.

What's this?

Celebration?

I give you a toast, Mr. Bind.

To a clean, new world.

Oh, it's a pity
you're against me.

A great pity.

Yes.
Well, that's life.

LOVEDAY: I'm afraid
for you, Mr. Bind,

it's more like death.

So, it doesn't do
to be morbid, does it?

[LAUGHS] No.

Oh, by the way,
I'm going to a health farm

for a few days.

This is such
a tiresome business.

Why don't you join me?

BIND: Rockwell's going to go madwhen he finds out the price tag

for one
grapefruit juice a day.

I'd give my right arm
for a plate of spaghetti.

We've only been here
for two hours, Charles.

Do you think Loveday's
really here for a rest cure

or do you think he's up
to something more sinister?

Well, there's no one
of any importance

within a radius of 25 miles,

so unless he's gotvery highly powered binoculars,

he won't be able to witness
his handiwork from here.

Besides, he'd tell us
so he could have an audience.

Hey, Rockwell
should know we're back.

Yeah.

I'll give him the glad news.

ANNA Hi.

High enough in this place.

We're to eat
at Rockwell's expense.

-Did you call him?
-No.

I thought I'd let you do it.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello.

MAN: Is Mr. Bind with you?

Yes, he's here.

It's for you.

-Hello.
-MAN: Is that Mr. Bind?

-Yes.
-MAN: I can give you

some information that will get

Loveday behind bars.

-Can you meet me?
-Any time you like.

MAN: My life is in danger.

I must see you.

Within the hour.

Hayes Wharf.

BIND: I know it.

[PHONE STATIC]

Someone wants to sell us
some information.

Probably Loveday, up to one
of his little tricks again.

Who's to say it's not genuine?

He must have some enemies.

And you're number one, darling.

What have I got to lose?

Probably your life.

True.

Don't forget dinner.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

These have been
delivered for you.

Thank you.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

ANNA: Oh, dinner.
[CHUCKLES]

Uh, can you put it
over there, please?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[ANNA GROANS]

[WOMAN GROANS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

ANNA: Hmm.

[CAR ENGINE REVVING]

[JEEP ENGINE STARTS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MEN SCREAMING]

[TIRE SCREECHING]

[GUNSHOTS]

MAN: Pull over.

Pull over.

Everybody out.

[GUNSHOTS]

[ENGINE HISSING]

[EXPLOSION]

That's what I call
a warm welcome.

[JEEP ENGINE REVVING]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

I knew they'd go
to pieces in a crisis.

Do you think
it'll spoil my looks?

No.

All the girls
will still love you.

Reassure me.

-Oh.
-Some other time.

Now keep still
or you'll get antiseptic

in your eye.

Where were you
when I needed you?

I was rather busy myself.

If there's one thing
I can't stand, it's violence.

Well, you're in the wrong job,
aren't you?

Oh, really?

I don't mind being violent.

What I hate is people
being violent to me.

You're still
in the wrong job.

I never stopped
being nice to Loveday.

I've been turning
the other cheek so much

I'm beginning to get a pain
in the neck.

Then why isn't the bandage
around your neck?

I think you should
go home, Mr. Bind,

and stop wasting your time
following me around.

Well, it's your own funeral.

[LAUGHS]

Get well soon.

Good evening, Anna.

What's with the Anna bit?

Always used to be
"Miss Hudson".

I think he likes me.

Do you know,
in an odd sort of a way,

I think he likes you, too.

Got a funny way
of showing it.

Can we eat now?

Thirty-six
dead mercenaries?

I know you're licensed
to kill, Number 1,

but this is ridiculous!

How am I to explain
the body count to the PM?

Very clever of you to have

a fifty caliber machine gun
mounted in your car.

-BIND: Yes, sir.
-We probably--

we can't make
a habit of it,

-can we?
-No, sir.

You've been spending
government money, Bind,

and what have you got
to show for it?

-Bruised head, sir.
-Yes.

Well, you'll be
for the high jump

if you don't come up
with the results soon.

Now PM wants results,
Number 1!

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

Right this way, sir.

There he is.

-Thank you, sir.
-Thank you.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

BIND: Not bad.

Now it's my turn.

And I was wondering
when you'd turn up again.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Well, you've been
practicing.

-It's a good bow.
-Yes.

One of my factories
make them.

It's a new line
for Christmas.

Have you ever considered
changing jobs?

Not since
I was in the army.

Doesn't my present job
suit me?

It has no prospects.

Besides, it doesn't suit me.

I'd pay you well.

-[ARROW THUDS]
-Good shot.

Are you trying to buy me off?

You're a man
of integrity, Mr. Bind.

My organization
needs people like you.

Yes, well.

I'm quite happy
with my job the way it is.

[ARROW THUDS]

Where are we going next?

I'm not inviting you
this time.

Why not?

Because I happen
to like you, Mr. Bind.

And I don't want
to have to kill you.

Then why lead us
right to your front door?

[CHUCKLES]
Hyde Park Corner?

-That's a weakness of mine.
-Yes.

That, and blatantly admitting
that you were organizing

a series of murders.

I'm not a young man, Mr. Bind.

There are very few
real pleasures left for me.

One of them is outsmarting
stupid policemen.

Believe me, I could pile
the clues so high

you'd trip over them
and still not get

to the bottom of my plan.

You'll never stop me, Mr. Bind.

But we can't let you go
on killing people,

now can we?

Did you know
that my father died in prison?

-Yes.
-The police were too stupid

to see
that he wasn't a criminal,

but a sick and desperate man.

Desperate men, Mr. Bind,

they're the ones who get thingsdone in this world.

Are you flaunting your scheme
of murders in front of us

as a kind of retribution?

No, let's just say
that I enjoy the game.

It's a kind of sport with me.

Blood sport.

And so's fox hunting.

BUTLER: There's a telephone callfrom the office for you, sir.

LOVEDAY: Oh, thank you.

I'll take it in the study.

Goodbye, Mr. Bind.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

LOVEDAY: My father was out
of work for five years.

Uselessness
ate into him like cancer.

-[BEEPS]
-LOVEDAY: You will select

the victims when you reach

the fifth stage
of enlightenment.

The men of wealth
and corruption

will always be there.

-[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
-LOVEDAY: I was only

10 years old when
I wrote to these men--

[RECORDER STOPS]

Ah, Anna. Come in.

You're just in time.

Take your clothes off and relax.

I have some news
and some food.

Is Rockwell fussing
about our expenses?

ANNA: No.
I've managed to convince him

that we don't drink
Champagne for breakfast.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Aren't you hungry?

[GASPS]

Ah, You look so lovely when
you're wet.

Oh!

Oh.

[CHUCKLES]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Sorry, darling.

All gone to the laundry.

Listen to this.

What is it?

Conversation between Loveday

and his birds
over dinner in Boulogne.

Cost our dear boss
Rockwell £200

to have the table bugged.

Would you believe,
12 solid hours of tape

and not a hint of how it's done.

This is the most
interesting thing on it.

LOVEDAY: ...begging them
to give my father a job.

Not one answered.

When my father went to prison, it broke my heart.

And I swore vengeance.

You must have this kind
of faith.

Follow your instructions
chapter and verse.

-[SNAPS FINGERS]
-"Chapter and verse".

That's a strange way of
describing their instructions.

Sounds more like
a religious seminar

than instructions for assassins.

[SCOFFS] Exactly.

Do you remember
when we were sifting

through Loveday's mail,

we found an uplifting message
from the Brothers of Light.

ANNA: Yeah?

I'm beginning to wonder
if that's the way that Loveday

communicates
with his organizations.

ANNA: The Brothers of Light,
using high-minded quotes

to conceal low-minded purposes.

Sounds like Loveday's
sense of humor.

There's only one snag.

The Brothers of Light
is a genuine organization.

I read their advertisement
in The Occult Gazette.

What are you doing reading
The Occult Gazette?

I'm a witch.

[LAUGHS] Hasn't helped me.

Listen, have we still got
that letter?

It's in the file at my place.

I'm gonna have a look at it.

If it's promising,
I'll have a talk

with the Brothers of Light.

They're in Manchester, Charles.

Prove to me you're a witch.

Enchant me.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAR ENGINE REVVING]

How's business?

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[GUNSHOT]

That was a tight squeeze.

May I speak to Reverend
Braithwaite, please?

I beg your pardon?

Uh, Mr. Braithewaite.

May I see him, please?

Can anyone else help you?

Oh, Sister.

I have a problem.

It's these desires, you see.

I need to be close to people.

Especially women.

Especially women of faith.

I want to...

undress them.

Oh, really?

Tell me.

Are you a real sister?

No.

Just a lay sister.

[PHONE RINGING]

BRAITHWAITE: Sister Jane,

I'm expecting a Mr. Forbes.

Has he come yet?

Not yet, but I'm sure he will.

Can I have your name, please?

Kenneth Forbes.

I have an appointment
with Brother Braithwaite.

Last door on the right
at the end of the passage.

Thank you for everything.

You're welcome.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

BRAITHWAITE: Come...
[CLEARS THROAT]

Come in.

[CLEARS THROAT]

My flowers needed water.

Most of the time, of course,

they raise their heads
to the light.

Sometimes the effort
is just too much for them,

as it is often too much
for us poor mortals.

And we also need refreshment

in order
to keep our minds alert.

Won't you sit down?

All right, Mr. Forbes,

what can I do to help you?

It's--

it's...

these desires, you see.

Yes. Yes.
Quite so.

BIND: They won't give me peace.

The images keep going round
and round in my head,

crackling and burning.

It all goes back to
when I was at boarding school.

So when I saw
your advertisement,

I also saw hope,
Mr. Braithwaite.

For the first time in my life,

I saw a hope.

You just call me
Brother Walter, would you?

Of course,
it is somewhat unusual for me

to interview souls personally,

but I can see that uh,

in your case,
the need is very great.

Tell me, was it
just our advertisement

that drew you to us?

BIND: No, no, no,
not just that.

I heard that some eminent men

subscribe to your beliefs,

and I must confess that
that influenced my decision.

That's very wise,
Mr. Forbes, very wise.

Yes, we do have
some top people's souls.

I understand that Mr. Loveday

has attained the fifth stage
of enlightenment.

Why did such a wealthy man
join you?

Why did such a wealthy man
join us?

Well, the answer
is very simple, Mr. Forbes.

Brother Loveday
was once very poor.

But I well remember him,

coming in here many years ago,

a thin, pale lad,

and asking me to help him.

That was Brother Loveday?

Yes, that's right.

He'd been sleeping
in the streets

and hadn't eaten for two days.

So we fed him,

gave him a job fixing toys
for our charity organizations,

and found him somewhere to live.

A room, it's down the road.

Number thirteen,
I think it was.

Unlucky number.

Unlucky for some, Mr. Forbes,

but not for him.

Do you know,
I don't think I've ever seen

such an expression of joy

in a boy's eyes
in my life before.

So the rest is history,
isn't it?

He became a millionaire,

and a very generous one at that.

In fact, it's his donations

that are keeping the doors open

for other lost souls,

such as you, Mr. Forbes.

Now, to your problem,
Mr. Forbes.

Uh, yes.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Well, uh,

I've got an appointment
in twenty minutes.

Perhaps I could
drop back tomorrow

and discuss salvation with you.

Or Sister Jane.

Please do, Mr. Forbes.
Please do.

But I think I should point out
that Sister Jane

is just a lay sister.

One more soul saved.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

-Yes?-Are you the owner of the house?

No.

But whatever you're selling,
we don't want it.

Uh, I'm trying to locate
a Mr. Loveday.

He lived here a long time ago.

You'd be too young to remember.

Perhaps one
of the older tenants might.

Oh, well, uh...

I think the only person
who'd be likely

to remember is a Mr. Simms.

Uh, he's on first floor,
number three.

Oh, here he is.

Uh, Mr. Simms,

this gentlemen is inquiring

about one of the older tenants.

Uh, I thought
perhaps you might help him.

A Mr. Loveday.

No, I uh,
I never knew Arthur Loveday.

BIND: So I'm uh, meditating

and seeking enlightenment.

You're not sure
about the Brothers of Light?

Sad thing is,
I'm convinced they're genuine.

And Mr. Simms?

He doesn't know anything.

Back to square one.

Oh, by the way,
Rockwell's had the bodies

at Hayes Wharf checked out.

He thinks they belong
to an organization

called K.R.A.S.H.

You think they're Loveday's
paid assassins?

No. They'd be doing themselves
out of business

if they worked for Loveday.

He's already killed
two of their best clients.

So,

K.R.A.S.H. is for our benefit.

Mm-hm.

Oh! We 're off to a small hotelin Kensington.

Sharing?

Purely business, Charles.

Why a small hotel in Kensington?

Because that
is where Loveday is.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Good evening.

You sure you won't have one?

No, thank you, Charles.

I think, um...

I think I'll turn in now.

Can I come up
and read you a bedtime story?

No, thank you, Charles.

I know how that story ends.

Why don't you tell it
to Goldilocks?

I might just do that.

Mr. Bind.

Ah, Mr. Loveday.

Isn't it nice to see
a friendly face?

Not yours, Mr. Bind.

I told you,
you were not invited.

I know.
I wouldn't have come,

but I had to ask you something.

How does one attain

the fifth stage
of enlightenment?

By minding one's own business,
Mr. Bind.

Something
you'll never learn to do.

And the Brothers of Light,

is that your business,
Mr. Loveday?

Not a business.

More a philanthropic foundation.

They hold the truth

for those who have the time
to see it.

In your case, Mr. Bind,

I would say
that would be rather less

than 24 hours.

Goodnight, Mr. Bind.

Sleep well.

Another Cognac, please.

Small, medium, or family size?

Oh, big one.

-What's the lady drinking?
-Gin and tonic.

Large one.

My name's Charles Bind.

Do you make a habitof being the most beautiful girl

in the room?

I'm the only girl in the room,
Mr. Bind.

True.

Oh.

Oh, well.

I figured you
for a whip man,

but... guns?

Now that is different.

Yes, well, I, uh...

have this insecurity problem.

Oh...

get your clothes off.

Well, I thought
you were going to do that.

All right.

Anything you say.

Hmm.

Oh.

Yes, well, uh,

the insecurity soon passes.

Why don't we lie down
and talk about it?

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOT]

Poor Goldilocks.

Aren't you glad
that Mummy Bear was there?

[LAUGHS]

Thank you for your...
assistance.

That's all right.

Next time be more careful
choosing your playmates.

Oh, dear.

Good morning, Anna.

I see you're still with us,
Mr. Bind.

Isn't life
full of little surprises.

[LAUGHS]

Come on, girls.

By the way,
the next victim

is going to be
a surprise for you.

Hah!

Just like Christmas.

SIMMS: No,
I never knew Arthur Loveday.

ANNA: Wake up, Charles.

Charles!

[SNAPS] Wake up!

Anna, I think
I've discovered something.

-What?
-Get dressed

and go and see
if there's a gun license

in Simms's name.

Mm-hm.

Yes, boss.

"Report: Joe Simms,
born 1920, Manchester,

son of James and Rose Simms.

Public school and university.

No war service,
has ulcer"--hmm.

"Doesn't work, lives
from an anonymous trust fund

set up in 1955.

No gun license,
no driving license,

but has a pilot's license
and owns a Piper Cub."

He owns a light aircraft.

Well, it's a long shot,
but you'd better check out

all the small airfields
in and around London.

You think he might be flying infrom Manchester?

He'll be here all right.

Loveday's only checked
into this hotel for two days.

One day's gone,
so the next victim goes today.

Ah.

Can't you feel he's a madman?

We've tapped his phone.

Taped his conversations.

The post office
intercepts his mail.

We've watched him and his girls

day and night,
and nothing.

He tells us who he's gonna kill,where and when,

and on the day
he's watching like a vulture.

You better call Rockwell.

He'll cut down the red tape.

Well, I can't call him
from here, can I?

BIND: Go and see him
in his office.

We need quick answers.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

The deadly Mr. Loveday
is still in his room.

Message for you, sir.

Thank you.

You looking for a taxi?

The lady is.

I'll take care of it.

Taxi!

Do be careful, Charles.

You run along.

I'll see you later.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

ANNA: What do you think
you're doing?

What? Oh, dear.

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, mate,
you're some lady killer.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[GUNSHOTS]

What a performer.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

You make a very good target
sitting there.

Yes.

It's like the last shootout
in a western.

The two of us alone.

Mine's bigger than yours,
Loveday.

[GUN CLICKS]

Give up.

LOVEDAY:
Did you enjoy my surprise?

Some surprise.

Don't turn around quickly,
Mr. Bind.

Get the guns, Sunshine.

Alan, do you think
we should give

our Mr. Bind a sporting chance?

Eh, regrettably,
Miss Hudson has uh,

gone into the cold.

I'm sorry about her demise,
but I shall enjoy yours.

This is Sunshine.

He really enjoys killing.

Hello, Sunshine.

Alan, do you think Sunshine
could kill Mr. Bind

with his bare hands?

He could take two of him
for breakfast.

Your day has come, Mr. Bind.

Unfortunately,
my money's on Sunshine.

I've seen him killing men
with his bare hands.

Kill.

[GRUNTING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

BIND: You ready to give up,
Loveday?

[GUNSHOT]

That wasn't
very sporting of you, Alan.

Well done, Mr. Bind!

Now you can play
a little game with me.

Sit down.

[PANTING]

You really should get
a license for Sunshine.

Now for our little game.

What's all this about?

LOVEDAY: You've caused me
considerable trouble.

It's very tiresome of you.

Very tiresome.

I don't know how you managed it,

but there it is.

You surely appreciate
why I had to get Anna

out of the way
and why I must kill you.

Oh, yes, of course.

But tell me,

how did you get Simms
to kill for you?

Money, Mr. Bind.

Plus the fact that he's a man
after my own heart.

A man who hates
the takers of the world.

But he took money from you.

I provided a five-hundred-
thousand-pound trust fund,

it's true.

But he used the money
to educate his children

and make his mother comfortablein her old age.

Ah.

A dedicated
and soft-hearted killer.

What about the two girls?

My fledglings?

Women can be as deadly as men,

don't you agree?

In ten years' time,

each of them will begin
her blood mission.

I'll have no further contact
with my girls

except to witness
their killings.

But how will you know
when they will be doing

their duty?

Each will inform me
of her liquidations

through the personal columns
of the Times.

The message will look like
an advertisement,

but when it's decoded,

I'll know who they're killing,
and when.

[LAUGHS] Murders planned
ten years in advance?

Yes.

A kind of "pay now,
kill later" plan.

The choice of victims varies,

but it'll keep a little surprise

in an old man's life.

I admire your scheme,

and even your motives.

But you are mad, Loveday.

We shall see.

Fate will show
which of us is right.

Now, this revolver
has only one chamber loaded.

I shall spin the cylinder
and fire at you

and then at myself in turn.

[GUN COCKS]

[GUN CLICKS EMPTY]

[SIGHS]

Ah!

Now it's your turn.

I'm afraid
I can't wish you luck.

[GUN CLICKS EMPTY]

[GUN COCKS]

Listen,
this could get rather noisy.

Why don't we just cut cards?

I've got a pack in my room.

No, I'm not worried
about noise, Mr. Bind.

I own this hotel.

We are the only people here.

[GUN CLICKS EMPTY]

[SIGH]

Fate doesn't seem to be
able to make up its mind.

Aren't you beginning
to have your doubts, Loveday?

[GUN COCKS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GROANS]

Told you we should've cut cards.

Oh.

[LAUGHS] You shouldn't have,
Number one.

I didn't, sir.

They're for your nurse.

The one
with the big knockers.

You'll notice, Number One,

I don't waste public money.

I insisted on a public ward.

Well...

I see you had all the patients
moved out first.

Yes, well, we have to maintain
top security.

You really ought
to be more careful

getting out of your bath, sir.

-ROCKWELL: Ow!
-Oh,

I'm frightfully sorry, sir.

ROCKWELL: Oh, oh, oh.

There.

Get on with your report,
Number One.

Yes, uh, well, we've uh,
closed down K.R.A.S.H.

We lost four operatives,

but they are now well
and truly defunct.

Oh, good.

And what about Loveday's girls?

They've both been arrested, sir.

There's somebody
at the end of the ward

who wants to talk to you.

Thank you, sir.

Nice to see you looking better.

Oh. Ah!

Get a nurse!

Anna!

Charles.

I'm still ill.

You need someone
to look after you.

ANNA:
I suppose we could lie down

and talk it over sometime.

I didn't know you cared.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[ROCKWELL SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ Giving it plenty

♪ Giving it
every little thing I've got ♪

♪ Giving it plenty

♪ Giving it now
I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ We all live but once
in this world ♪

♪ So I live
the good things passes by ♪

♪ If you want
here's the pretty girl ♪

♪ You won't stand a chance
if you never try ♪

♪ Giving it plenty

♪ Giving it
every little thing I've got ♪

♪ I'm giving it plenty

♪ Giving it now
I'm feeling hot ♪

♪ I'm a winner
in every game ♪

♪ Zero is never
beside my name ♪

♪ And while I'm climbing
I'll never fall ♪

♪ 'Cause when I give out,
I give my all ♪

♪ Giving it plenty