All language subtitles for 204. Bullseye

(theme music playing)

Just arrived, Jean?

Good morning, Miss Ellis.
The tube train was late.

Tube trains aren't late, Jean.

It's merely a question
of which one you catch.

Yes, Miss Ellis.

Well, hadn't you better get on
with Mr. Anderson's notes?

There's a board meeting
this afternoon.

Oh, right.
What time will he be in?

Oh, probably not till 10:00.

I believe he was working here
late last night.

So you'll probably find
he's dictated them for you.

I should, uh, check
the tape through first.

Right.

Man's voice: Extraordinary
shareholders' meeting,

Monday the 5th.
Agenda item one.

Offer by Henry Cade Holdings.

Gentlemen, as chairman
of your company,

I would like to register
at the outset

my unreserved opposition
to the proposed merger offer

of the Cade company.

It is quite clear
that this is a blatant example

of a particularly...

(Jean grunts)

a man renowned
for his unscrupulous methods.

And in light
of these developments,

I, as your chairman...

Jean: Miss Ellis!

Miss Ellis!

Mr. Anderson.

(gunshots)

Two inners, one clipped
and one in the bull.

Good little Custer,
that, sir.

Good little gun, this,
George.

Nothing to beat that mark for,
is there, sir?

Nothing at all.

(gunshots)

(sighs)

You know, the other day,
I was up in the war office

seeing the officer
in charge of supplies,

and he said to me,
"Do you know, Williamson,

we've never yet had a report of
a faulty gun from Anderson's."

- Brigadier?
- Williamson: Oh, Miss Ellis?

You hadn't forgotten about
the board meeting, had you?

Oh, blast the thing.
Yes, I had.

- Uh, what time does it begin?
- In about five minutes.

Most of the shareholders are
in the board room already.

Mr. Reynolds
is keeping them quiet.

Ah, they smell trouble.
Anyone there we don't know?

There's one or two
I haven't seen before.

Eh, probably stooges
from Cade.

Oh, well, if they're
itching for trouble,

they'll get it.

(clicks)

(gunshots)

(sighs) That's a good
little gun, George.

Keep it aside for me,
will you?

- I may need it again.
- Right.

(chatter)

Uh, Mr. Vice Chairman,
I don't wish to cause distress

by harping
on a delicate matter,

but I think you owe it
to your shareholders

to tell us
under what circumstances

the company chairman
took his own life.

I've already read you
the coroner's verdict, sir.

And are you trying
to tell us, Mr. Reynolds,

that this was nothing to do
with the Cade takeover bid?

Mr. Anderson, together with
the remainder of your directors,

was firmly resolved
to resist the Cade offer.

You haven't answered
my question.

(loud chatter)

Reynolds: Order, please,
ladies and gentlemen.

(loud chatter)

I'm so sorry,
Roy.

Ahem. I apologize,
Mr. Chairman.

Mr. Vice Chairman,
may I draw your attention

to page two
of the profit and loss account?

Also to the corresponding page
in last year's statement?

I say, who's that?

That's our Mrs. Gale.

Oh, you mean
the new shareholder

with 20% voting stock?

Yes. All bought on the market
in the last few days.

That puts her
in a very strong position.

Well, madam,
we have them at hand.

Could you now explain to us
how the labor and material costs

have risen by over £100,000
in the last year

according to the figures?

I suppose I better answer this.

Madam, as works manager
of this company,

I can assure you that this
figure is an accurate reflection

of the almost daily increases

in the costs of both labor
and materials.

- Rubbish.
- Man: Poppycock!

If that's all you've got
to tell us,

it's about time
Cade did take over

- and shook some of you up...
- Shame, sir! Shame!

(chatter)

Reynolds: Now, if you'll
please come to order,

ladies and gentlemen.

I'm afraid I cannot allow
any further discussion
on this matter

unless it's in the shape
of a resolution.

All right, I'll give you
a resolution.

I propose that this lady here,
who seems to be the only one

who knows
what she's talking about..

Shareholders: Hear, hear.

Be elected to fill
the vacant seat on the board

caused by the mysterious demise
of the chairman.

- Man: Good idea!
- Man #2: Great resolution.

(indistinct)

Unless we pacify them,

they'll sell every share
they've got to Cade.

I'm afraid Young's right.

Do you accept the resolution
or not, Mr. Reynolds?

I shall put it
to the meeting.

The resolution is
that, uh, Miss...?

Mrs. Catherine Gale.

That Mrs. Catherine Gale
be co-op

to the board of directors.

Will those in favor
please show?

Mm. Against?

So, the resolution's
carried.

As it's now 2:30, I propose
to adjourn this meeting

until this day week.

This will also give Mrs. Gale
an opportunity

to acquaint herself with
the workings of this company

before we next meet.

Meeting is closed.

(chatter)

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Yeah. Good luck.

Welcome to the board,
Mrs. Gale.

Thank you.

We'd better go
into lunch, Young, huh?

And, uh, you better come,
too, Mrs., um...?

- Gale.
- Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

Now that you're one of us,

we'd better get to know
each other better, hadn't we?

I say,
I am frightfully sorry

if I seemed rather rude
to you just now,

but we've been very severely
shaken this week.

Yes, I do realize that.

A suicide must have been
a great shock to you.

Suicide?
Come on, Young.

- The brigadier has a theory
that Anderson was murdered.
- Oh?

Williamson:
Are you coming, Mrs. Gale?

Yes. Yes, I'm coming.

1773. Hmm.

Eight miles a day.
Poor fella.

Oh. Fascinating place.

Mm.

Oh, they're so greedy.

Congratulations. I hear
you're now on Anderson's board.

Thanks to
a vociferous shareholder

who I take it
is a friend of yours?

Of long standing.

And thanks, of course,
to your money.

That block of shares
you bought me

must have cost
at least 50,000.

Slightly less. I bought
when the market was lower.

It's still
an expensive speculation.

It's paying.
Since Cade's takeover bid,

that stock's been rising
all morning.

We're £5,000 or £6,000
better off.

That calls for a celebration.

- Have a gull's egg.
- Part of the profits?

(sighs)
Aren't those beautiful?

Hold on.

What do you think?

- British Army standard issue.
- Uh-huh.

Do they usually come
in this packaging?

They come
in all sorts of things.

Gift boxed
with refugee supplies.

Since I talked to you, though,

there's been a steady supply
of rifles and Bren Guns.

They're all
British manufactured.

But how is it
getting through?

We just don't know.
Various routes across Africa.

The main one is
through Tangiers.

What we don't know is
where it comes from

and how it gets
to Tangiers.

I said they...

I said they were all
British manufactured

and all in mint condition.

And you picked on Anderson's
'cause it's one of the firms

that supplies arms
to the War Department?

Well, we gotta start
somewhere.

Look, if we don't stop
that stuff going through,

there's gonna be
a full-scale tribal war

in a matter of weeks.

Now, you know Africa.
You know what that involves.

Yes, but Anderson's.

It's such an old, established
and reputable firm.

Yes, that's why I thought
it was surprising

that its reputable
old established chairman

was found shot
with a bullet in his head.

Oh. (Chuckles)

1962.

Casino boys.

Now, I want to know why Cade
is interested in Anderson's.

Financial speculation,
surely.

That's what I want you
to find out.

The way Cade operates,
that's not going to be easy.

I know.

Better keep those
till they hatch out.

Your return
in stock market are...

(stock ticker machine
clacking)

Yes. Ahem. Yes.

Yes. Uh-huh.

36 and 9, yes.

Yes, it's coming through
right now, yes.

Uh-huh.

Well, keep buying
until it reaches 41 and 6.

41 and 6, that's right.
Then call me back.

All right?

Yes?

Woman:
There's a Miss Catherine Gray
to see you, sir.

- Who?
- Miss Gray
from Woman About London.

Oh, yes, send her up and get me
a line to my office, will you?

- Yes, Mr. Cade.
- (rings)

Hello. Cade here. Look, I want
you to make one further offer

to the Anderson stockholders.

Two Cade Holdings "A" shares
for one Anderson.

- (knock on door)
- Come in!

Plus a cash offer
of a shilling a share.

Make it quite clear this is
the final offer, will you?

(groans)

- Mr. Cade?
- Yes.

My name is Catherine Gray from
the Woman About London magazine.

- I can give you six minutes.
- Thank you.

We do a regular
personality-of-the-month series,

a sort of little profile
of famous men.

For example, last month...

Actually, rather less
than six minutes.

Oh. I see you're a man
to whom time is important.

- Yes.
- A self-made man?

Yes.

- 40, uh, 2?
- 44.

Now, this apartment, was it
decorated to your instructions?

- It was.
- Oh.

How would you, uh, describe
your taste in decor?

Vulgar.

I see you're a frank,
straight-forward man.

No, I'm cunning and devious.
Is it too warm for you in here?

Oh, no. No, no.

Yes, I keep this room
at a steady temperature

of 72 degrees Fahrenheit,

the idea being to simulate
my hotel suite in the Bahamas.

The sunshine coming through
these blinds is artificial

and is provided by
a 2-kilowatt carbon lamp.

There are several other
phony items around the room,

but since you have less
than four minutes in which
to record them,

I suggest
that you invent the rest.

Now, was there anything else
you wanted?

Yes. What is your interest
in the Anderson Small Arms
Company?

I intend to buy it up,
reorganize its capital,

and sell it at a profit,
that's all.

Then I take it
you're not interested in it

because it's manufacturing arms?

I am not remotely interested
in what it manufactures.

Could be making babies'
feeding bottles for all I care.

Now, what was this magazine
you say you're working for?

Woman About London.
You know it?

Yes. I bought it out
last month.

If you did work for me,

you'd know
that I never see reporters.

Yes, I did know that,
Mr. Cade.

That's why I chose a magazine
I knew you owned.

I thought you'd be
curious enough to see me

when you knew
I wasn't genuine.

I let you up here
because I'm told

that you own 20%
of Anderson stock.

Now, Mrs. Gale,

what did you really come
to see me about?

Let's say
I'm just a shrewd speculator

taking an interest
in my investment.

If you are shrewd,
you'll sell that investment

at the right time
to the right buyer.

That's a matter of
personal judgment, isn't it?

I think I ought to warn you
that this is a tough business

that at a certain point
can get ugly.

That's the point where
the sensible people pull out.

I feel you're about to make
either a threat or an offer.

I have never yet failed

to get control of a company
I've wanted.

If you want to sell,
you better not wait too long.

I think I've decided
to hang on to my stock

for the time being, Mr. Cade.

That's entirely up to you,

but don't blame me
if you get your fingers burnt.

Thank you for seeing me.

My pleasure.
Get me Anderson's, will you?

Yes, I want to place a call
to Mr. Reynolds.

Mr. Reynolds.

Jean, have you any idea
where Mr. Reynolds is?

Well, he was here
about half an hour ago
to take a call in his office.

After that, I think he went
down to the works.

- What about Miss Ellis?
- She's still at lunch.

Oh. Then, uh,
we're all alone, aren't we?

Mr. Young, does your wife know
you carry on like this?

Of course she does. I tell her
all about it every night.

Mm, I bet you don't. Knowing
her, she'd sling you out.

Mr. Young, you know Miss Gale's
still around, don't you?

Oh, then I shall have to be
especially careful, shan't I?

Yes, you will.
You know, she doesn't miss much.

She's been through all the
books, invoices and everything.

The brigadier said he thinks
she's a spy from Cade's.

- Did he say that to you?
- Well, no, not actually to me.

But I heard him say it
to Mr. Reynolds.

He said Mr. Reynolds
ought to be very careful.

Do you think Mrs. Gale's
a spy, Mr. Young?

Don't talk rubbish,
Jean.

Was there something
you wanted, Mr. Young?

As a matter of fact,
I was looking for Mrs. Gale.

Well, as far as I know,
she's down in the butts.

Butts? What on Earth
is she doing down there?

I believe
she's acquainting herself

with the technical side
of the business.

(gunshots)

Oh. Oh, it's you,
miss.

I wondered
who it was.

I was just trying out
the new rifle.

Oh.

Well, telescopic sight
with that one.

- Do you want to try it?
- No, thanks. I don't use 'em.

That's what the old brigadier
always says.

"Always use open sights,"
he says.

"What's the use of waiting till
you see the whites of their eyes

"if they're still
half a mile away?" he says.

- Is he a good shot?
- First class.

Mark you, he ought to be,

amount of practice
he puts in down here.

- (fires)
- Here.

You're quite a dab hand
yourself, miss, aren't you?

You think you can get
the fourth one in?

I'll try.

Man: That was practically in
the same place, I should think.

These are rather old-fashioned
butts, aren't they?

Oh, yes.
They're not much use.

You see, all the proper
testing's done on the open range

with precision cameras
and the lot.

But the directors, you know,
they like to keep this place on

so they can have a potshot
now and again if they want to.

Here. What'd I tell you?
Two in one. Very good.

I'll put another card up
for you, shall I?

Yes, would you?

Oh.

Mr. Reynolds.

And when did you last see
Mr. Reynolds alive?

About a quarter of an hour
before I came over here.

He come round the works.

He done it
practically every day.

Then he came over here
to the butts.

And who apart from yourself
would know

that he was coming
over to the butts?

He-he often does.

I suppose anybody
could have guessed it.

- Did you know, Mrs. Gale?
- No. No, I didn't.

- Mrs. Gale is new here.
- I see.

Well, I think that's all I need
from you for the time being.

Thank you.

Oh, well, there's
just one thing.

Were you here all the time

this lady was firing
at the target?

Uh, uh, no.

No, Mrs. Gale was
already firing when I came in.

- That's right, isn't it?
- That's right, yes.

I see. Thanks.

Well, that puts you in rather
a difficult position,

- doesn't it, Mrs. Gale?
- I don't see why.

It's quite obvious
that Reynolds was already dead

when I fired at that target.

Oh, I wouldn't say
that was obvious.

On the contrary, I'd say that
was rather difficult to prove.

But surely your pathologist
report will confirm it?

Oh, it does.

The report also says that it
was only a matter of minutes

between the shot
that killed him

and the shots
you admit you fired.

Then whoever did it
must have left

immediately
before I arrived.

You know, Mrs. Gale,

all the bullets found
in Reynolds' body

were fired
from the same rifle.

Then the killer must have used
the rifle before me.

Oh, I'm not saying
it's conclusive,

but the fact remains there's
only one set of fingerprints

on that rifle,
and they're yours.

Well, I shall have to get
in touch with you again,

but we'll, uh, leave it there
for the time being.

- Williamson: Say when.
- Young: That's it. Thank you.

Right.
How about you, Doreen?

- No, thank you.
- Right.

Well... here's
to the rest of us.

What few there are left
of us.

By the way,
where's Mrs. Gale?

Assisting the police
with their inquiries.

You don't mean she's
under suspicion?

- You could put it that way.
- Oh, that's ridiculous.

What on Earth
are the police playing at?

Really, it's quite obvious
she wouldn't kill a man

and then hang around
waiting for them

- to turn up and catch her.
- I quite agree.

But so far nobody's come up
with any better explanation.

I'll give you an explanation.
Cade.

He killed Reynolds just
as surely as he killed Anderson.

You're not suggesting that
he killed them both personally?

Of course not.
A man with his money
doesn't have to do it himself.

- Get somebody else
to do it for him.
- Doreen: Exactly.

I don't think
it's Mrs. Gale, though.

Well, what would she have
to gain?

Brigadier,
has it occurred to you

that the 20% interest
Mrs. Gale holds in this company

may have been bought
with Cade's money?

Well, of course
it occurred to me.

I thought so myself,
first go off.

Now I'm not so sure.

Just because
she's an attractive woman?

Oh, women don't pull the wool
over my eyes anymore.

However, that's neither
here nor there.

Whatever he does, Cade's not
going to get this company.

Doreen: To be quite realistic,

I don't see how
we can stop him anymore.

The only hope we ever had
of holding out

was that the bulk
of this company's shares

were held by you, Brigadier,
Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Anderson.

Well, now those two
have gone,

we can be easily outvoted
by the outside shareholders.

I'm happy to tell you
you're quite wrong.

I don't understand.

Yesterday afternoon,
Mr. Anderson's will
was declared.

He left all his shares
in this company to his widow.

Well, I bought them this morning
before the market opened.

Well, that's wonderful.
What about Reynolds' shares?

I've got first option
on those.

Then we're back
where we started.

We haven't lost
a single director's share,

so if Cade wants to take us
over, he's got to get rid of me.

That does put you

in a rather vulnerable
position, doesn't it?

Oh, I can take care
of myself.

(chatter)

Cathy:
I'd say all these were

in Anderson's
manufacturing range.

Steed: But you can't
identify them more definitely?

There are no special
manufacturer's marks.

- Where'd you get the photos?
- The supply commission.

They estimate nearly
a quarter of a million pounds

of this stuff
at black market prices

has gone through already.

But still no lead as to who's
shipping it out there.

Have you been
through Anderson's books?

With a fine-toothed comb.

Every weapon they make goes
to the War Department,

and they're all accounted for,
on paper, at least.

On the other hand, they made
a trading loss last year,

so it is possible
that shipments are disappearing

somewhere along the line.

But I still can't make out
where Cade fits into all this.

Nor do I yet.
Of course, he stands to gain

through Anderson
and Reynolds' murder.

I understand you're first on
the list for Reynolds' murder.

You got me into this.
Now get me out.

Well, you'll just have to be
a bit careful, won't you?

Oh, have you ever seen
this character?

Yes, he was at the shareholders'
meeting, I think.

Well, I think that
wherever you go, he goes.

Shareholders' meeting,
stock exchange.

I'm surprised
he isn't here now.

And he was snooping
round your flat this morning.

The window cleaner saw him
off the premises.

I don't understand.

My window cleaner
doesn't call today.

It was a different
window cleaner. Me.

I took that photo.

Look, I was only there
in case the police arrived,

and they did.

I said you'd gone
to the Isle of Wight.

That gives you more freedom
of movement.

Did you conduct any more
of my...

- Shh.
- private business
while I was out?

Yeah. A fellow called Young,

he called you up and said
he'd missed you at the office

but would you come and have
drinks with him tonight, 8:00?

I think he lives
in a houseboat.

Yes, on the Thames,

about a quarter of a mile
from Anderson's Works.

I wonder what he does there.

(grunts)

I'll let you know.

Thank you, my dear.

Do you ever go to sea
in this, Mr. Young?

Yes, but only when I'm carrying
white slave cargo.

Tsk.
Gosh, look at the time.

I must get these letters off,
or I'll never get home.

Oh, you can leave those
until tomorrow morning.

No, I should have stayed at
the office to do them, really.

Well, it's much cozier here,
isn't it?

Yes, it is,
but I must be going soon.

Why? Oh, is that boyfriend
of yours taking you out tonight?

Yes, as a matter of fact, he is.
He's off duty tonight.

Duty? What on Earth does he do?

- He's a policeman.
- Oh, Jean.

You can do better
than that.

Now stop it, Mr. Young.
Supposing your wife comes in.

But I don't expect anybody here
for at least another hour.

I told you
to leave me alone!

Oh, Jean, don't give me that.
You enjoy it. You know you do.

Look, if you don't
leave me alone,

I'm gonna scream
the place down.

- Aw, you wouldn't dare.
- Wouldn't I? (Screams)

- (yells)
- Get out of my way.

I'm getting out of here.

You've still got
those letters to type.

Yeah. Then I'll do them
back at the office.

All right, I'll see you
back along the towpath.

I don't care what you do,
but don't try anything,

because I'll scream louder.

Don't worry. I won't.

- Now what?
- You go out there.

I'm not walking there
in front of you.

(grunting)

Well, we are having fun,
aren't we?

(knock on door)

Come in!

Working late, Brigadier?

Who is that?

Cade.

You've got a blasted nerve,
coming here.

Why? I'm a shareholder.

That doesn't give you a right
to trespass on private property.

All right, Brigadier.
You can drop the bluster.

- It doesn't cut
any ice with me.
- What have you come for?

Well, occasionally I like
to have a look at a firm
I'm interested in.

You've been a long time
getting around to it.

Ordinarily I wouldn't
have been bothered,

except that this firm seems
to be becoming quite a problem.

I'm very glad to hear it.

I thought that you and I
might get together,

try to solve
that problem out.

I don't discuss things
with murderers.

What did they sling you out
the army for, paranoia?

- Look here, you...
- Now shut up, Brigadier!

Stop behaving
like a Boy Scout.

You're old enough now
to listen to reason.

All right.

You, uh...

You must be on the point
of retiring.

I'm not ready to retire yet.

Does that mean you haven't got
the money to retire on?

I've got money enough
to keep you out of the business.

You mean that stock you bought
off Anderson's widow?

You're trying to tell me
that was your money? Ha.

No, you paid for that
with a company check.

If you'd had the money,
you'd have bought Anderson's

a week ago
and made a profit.

Let's not waste any more
of each other's time, shall we?

Now, I'm willing
to buy out all your stock

at 43 shillings,

and the moment I get control
of this company,

I'm willing to put you
on a retirement pension

of £25,000 tax free.

Golden handshake, huh?

That's right.

(pouring)

Didn't give me a chance
to tell you she was coming.

Cathy, I do hope my wife's
been looking after you.

- Oh, yes.
- Oh, yes.

We've all been having
a marvelous time.

We're all great friends.

I didn't expect
to see you quite so early.

I think, actually,
you were a little late.

I'm sure he was working late
at the office.

He often is,
aren't you, darling?

Anyway, Karl, if we're
going to eat at the boathouse,

we better get going
or there'll be nothing left.

Have you any idea what time
you might be back, darling?

I shouldn't wait up.

Well, once again, Miss Gale,

I'm terribly sorry
that Karl burst in on you

in such an alarming way,

but he-he really did think
the place was being burgled.

It's really very silly of him
and I'm sure he regrets it.

Well, bye-bye, darling.
Don't work too hard.

- Good night, Mrs. Gale.
- Good night.

Well, what did you think
of Dorothy?

I liked her coat.
It was very expensive.

Trust a woman
to notice the clothes.

That was a present
from Karl.

- Sordid, isn't it?
- Does he have money?

He's always
pretty well-heeled.

What does he do?

I don't know.

Some sort of antique dealer,
I think.

He travels a lot.

But I mustn't bore you
with private problems.

Oh, on the contrary.
I'm fascinated.

Really? That's very sweet
of you, Cathy.

- You know, I do admire you.
- Why?

You're so competent
at everything.

And, well, you're the first
really attractive woman

with whom I feel
I have something in common.

You feel that, do you?

Oh, yes, Cathy.

I felt that right from
the very first time we met.

- What, for example?
- Well, you know.

Shares in Anderson?

If you're going to be
prosaic.

Well, it allows us to get
to the point more quickly,
doesn't it?

And I imagine that's what
you invited me here to discuss.

I did think we might have
a little chat about it.

Then let's do that,
shall we?

To be brief, Cathy,
you're in rather a tight spot.

- Am I?
- It's an open secret

the police think you're involved
with the Reynolds death,

and you must suspect
as we all do

that Cade is responsible
for putting you in that spot.

Oh, you think he's heading
toward me now, do you?

Yes, I think it's his way
of warning you

to sell your shares
and get out.

Isn't that precisely what
you're doing at this moment?

I'm trying
to forestall trouble for you.

Oh, I see. You think I'm
going to give under the strain,

so you want
to buy me out yourself.

Well, if you sell out now, there
won't be any strain, will there?

I feel I'm about to be made
another proposition.

You do like to get to the point
quickly, don't you?

All right,
45 shillings a share.

The brigadier
offered me 45 and 6

and a much better
seduction scene.

I think I can get the brigadier
to agree to 46 shillings.

It'll cost you
a lot of money.

We can raise it
out of company funds.

Oh, I hardly think Miss Ellis
would approve of that.

Oh, Miss Ellis
doesn't carry any weight.

She's company secretary,
isn't she?

Because she's efficient.

She's only been with us
about a year.

Yes, so I gather. What was
she doing before that?

The same job
with some firm in Switzerland.

But to get back
to my offer, Cathy,

how do you feel?

I feel that if I can hold on
a little longer...

- (telephone ringing)
- someone's going to go
up to £3.

If you hold on too long,

someone's going to put
a bullet through your head.

Will you excuse me?
The telephone.

You're well-equipped.

It's only an extension line
from the Works.

- Hello. Young here.
- Mr. Young, this is Jean here.

Yes, Jean, what is it?

Mr. Young, I can't stand
this place a minute longer.

I really can't.

Now, look, Jean, calm down
and tell me what has happened.

Well, I just came in here
to give the brigadier

those letters to sign,
and I saw him sitting there,

and at first
I thought he was asleep

and then I saw all this blood.

Oh, Mr. Young,
please come quickly.

Young: I'll get the police.

Police, please.

So now we are three.

And where do you say you were
when you heard the shot, miss?

- I was in the ladies'.
- And how long did it take you

to get from there
to the board room here?

Oh, about two minutes.

And when you got here,
apart from the deceased,

- there was no one here.
- No.

I see. Well, uh, I think
that will be all for the moment.

Thank you, miss.

I'm glad you're back from
the Isle of Wight, Mrs. Gale.

Would you be kind enough
to let us know

if you're going away
in future?

How long am I under
that restriction?

Until our inquiries
are complete.

Oh, thank you, miss.

How do you feel
this morning, Jean?

Terrible.
I couldn't sleep all night.

Does Miss Ellis know?

Yes. Mr. Young's
with her now.

Poor old man.

I can't believe anyone
would want to kill him.

Oh, Jean, if you're finished
with the police, you can
go home if you like.

You can't feel much
like work today.

Thank you, Miss Ellis,
but don't you want me to prepare

the stuff for the shareholders'
meeting this morning?

No, that's all right.
I'll get a temporary in.

- I'll see you tomorrow, then.
- All right.

I'd forgot there even is
a shareholders' meeting
this afternoon.

We adjourned it from last time,
if you remember.

Well, Doreen,
can't we postpone it?

I mean, nobody can expect us
to hold meetings

under these circumstances.

If we do postpone it,
we risk losing their support.

Well, what on Earth
are we going to tell them?

Exactly what's happened so far
and the lengths to which

we believe Cade has gone
to get hold of this firm.

Well, I think we owe that
to the shareholders,

- don't you, Mrs. Gale?
- Yes, I think you're right.

But do we have enough
outside shares

now that we don't have
the brigadier?

But we've still got
the brigadier's vote,

so we're back where we started.

Mrs. Gale's shares
are still the vital 20%

that can win or lose us
this firm.

Yes, I'm sure
Cathy realizes that.

- Yes, of course.
- (telephone ringing)

- I'm sure
Cade realizes as well.
- Hello?

Yes, it is.

Yes, I could do that,
Mr. Cade. When?

All right. Goodbye.

He wants me to go and see him.

Well, you're not going,
surely?

Well, why not?

Well, you know he'll try
and do a deal with you.

I imagine that's what's
in his mind.

I'll go and see.

You got my broker
on the line yet?

Woman:
Not yet, sir. We're trying him
at the stock exchange.

Oh, just a moment.
That might be him now.

- Yes. We're putting him
on to you now, sir.
- (rings)

Hello. What the devil happened
to the Anderson ordinary?

Well, it's down 3 shillings
since last night's closing.

What?!
Oh, but that's ridiculous.

Yes! Yes, yes, I understand.

Well, at least it may panic
someone into selling

if it does nothing else.

If they do,
be ready to snap it up.

Well, of course we're still
buying. Everything we can get.

Mrs. Gale for you, Mr. Cade.

- Oh, yes. Send her up.
- I have already.

Oh, come in.

I don't want to be disturbed
for at least 10 minutes.

Sit down. Read this.

Well, what do you make
of it?

It looks as though Anderson
stock has taken a nasty fall.

Yes, it does, doesn't it? You're
a director of the company.

Have you any idea why?

- I'd only be guessing.
- Guess.

The city thinks your
takeover bid is going to fail,

so the shares are returning
to normal.

And why should they think
that my bid is going to fail?

You know the city better
than I do. You tell me.

Three Anderson directors
have died since I started
bidding for the company.

Well, the-the city thinks
I'm going to get cold feet

and pull out rather than face
any more bad publicity.

- And will you?
- No. The city is wrong.

I intend stepping up
my bid for Anderson's.

Now that the exchange
has depressed the value

of the shares, I'll be able
to buy cheaper.

So you're not worried
about your bad publicity?

Not in the least.

Even if the rest of you
wind up dead,

this won't make the slightest
bit of difference to me.

You're really trying
to impress me

with your lack of morality,
aren't you?

Mrs. Gale, you make me laugh.

You talk of morality.

Suddenly I'm supposed to feel
sorry because three men

have their brains blown out?

Three men who devoted a lifetime
to making armaments

and lived comfortably
on the dividends?

If you want my opinion
on your three co-directors,

I think they met
with a fitting end.

I'm surprised
to find you with ideals.

I can afford ideals.

I'm also a realist.
I hope you are, too.

Anderson ordinary
down to 35 and 6.

You see,
whilst we've been talking,

you have lost over £2,500
on your investment.

Now, you told me last time
that you're a speculator.

A shrewd speculator
would sell

before those shares drop
any further.

Is that all
you asked me here for?

I'm prepared to offer you
last night's closing price.

I give you points for trying.

First Anderson, then Williamson,
then Reynolds. Now me.

What do you mean?

You've offered to buy out
each director in turn,

and so far
each one has refused.

- Who said they refused me?
- I took it for granted.

Don't take anything for granted
in this business.

I offered them all 25,000
or the share price

to sell out to me privately.

Each one of them found the bribe
too big to refuse.

Then how was it you weren't able
to take over that firm days ago?

Because within half an hour
of accepting my offer,

each one of them was dead.

They didn't even have a chance
to ring their brokers.

In the case of the brigadier,
I gather he was killed

within 10 minutes
of my leaving the building.

Whoever shot him
must have been very close to him

in more ways than one.

Tell me, Mr. Cade,
what's the first thing you do

when you take over a firm?

Pay off all the directors.
Get rid of them.

- Then?
- Fire all the executive staffs.

Get my accountants in
to go through the books.

So, if there were
any irregularity in the firm,

you'd find it out.

I'd know if there
was a ha'penny short
on the stamp book.

How much were you offering me
for my stock?

43 shillings.

If I sold you my 20%
plus the 40% you already hold,

that would give you
a majority vote.

It would give me Anderson's.

Then I think it's worth more
than 43 shillings.

- 43 and 3?
- Settle for 43 and 6.

It's a deal.

Oh, just one thing.
Don't you get yourself killed

before you've rung your broker,
will you?

- Give me the phone.
- Be my guest.

I'm gonna take a shower.

(exhales)

43 and 6?

Well, we bought at 32 and 6.

That's-that's 11 shillings'
profit per share.

(exhales)

29,000 shares.
29 by 11 goes...

319. Hey, that's £6,000.

Oh, it's nice
to have money coming in.

Now, listen, according to
a contact of mine in Tangiers,

an order for a fairly large
consignment of arms

was placed with a smuggling gang
a few days ago.

Then things may move quickly
this end,

particularly when they learn
that Cade's taking over.

Oh, listen, did you find out
anything about our friend Karl?

He's high on the wanted list
for the same racket in France.

He's also a killer,
so try and keep out of his way.

I'll try.

Young: 15 dozen rifles,
a dozen light mortars?

- This is impossible.
- Karl: Why?

Well, to take quantities
like that in one go

would be risky
at the best of times.

At this point,
they're bound to be missed.

They've never been missed
before.

We've never had anybody
checking up before.

What he means is he's
never had Mrs. Gale sneaking

- into cupboards before.
- That's your problem, Young.

We want this stuff
and we want it quickly.

And it's worth £5,000 to you,

and that's payable as usual
on delivery.

I won't do it while all this
takeover nonsense is going on.

Now, look, we've got to keep
Cade's hands off this firm.

Otherwise the whole thing
will be blown sky high.

We've done our best to help you
with that, haven't we?

- Yes, in your own crude way.
- Then what's the problem?

- Mrs. Gale?
- No.

At least, I don't think
she'll sell out on us.

Wishful thinking was always
Dougie's strong point.

I thought you were going
into town today.

- I am.
- Then why aren't you
getting ready?

Will you drive me in, Karl?

No, I'm going to stay here
and keep an eye on things.

In that case,
I don't think I'll bother.

Go and get ready.

You know, if you were firmer
with your wife, Young,

you'd find her
a lot more cooperative.

That's none of your business,
but she is still my wife,

and I'll thank you
to remember that,

especially when there are
other people around.

I'm not interested
in your wife, Young.

I just find our attachment a way
of keeping you in order.

But if you show willing
and get me those arms I need,

I shan't have to do that,
shall I?

There is an order
being created

for an army depot
this morning.

Good. How are you
going to handle it?

I'll have the whole lot
taken down to the butts

on the grounds that we
have to do some spot-checking.

They can all be collected
from there, but I shall need
some extra transport.

All right, I'll see to that.

Of course, the original
consignment note will
have to be altered

to cover the loss until we
can make it up from stock.

That'll be taken care of, too.
Anything else you need?

Yes. Shareholders' meeting.

I've got to be there
this afternoon,

otherwise
it'll look suspicious.

That means that I cannot
be aboard here to see it loaded.

I'll see to that.

Now, just you get
that load for me.

I'll see to everything else.

Including Mrs. Gale,
if you like.

(chatter)

- Mr. Young not here yet?
- Not yet.

He's been out supervising
a delivery today,

but he should be here
any moment.

I see.

Well, how did you get on
with Cade?

It was interesting.

Don't you think we ought
to start? It's nearly 3:00.

If you think so.

Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen.

As you may have heard,
a great deal has happened

since our last meeting
was adjourned.

Later on in this meeting,
I hope to tell you something

of the nature of these events

and what we believe
to lie behind them.

Do you want
to make your report first?

- Cathy: Yes, I do.
- Doreen: In that case...

(continues, indistinct)

Things all ready
for loading.

(chatter)

If you recall,
it was at your instruction

that our new director,
Mrs. Gale,

be called on
to make a report back to you

of her assessment of how
this company is being managed.

I will now ask Mrs. Gale
to make that report.

I'm afraid my report
will be very brief.

As a result of what I've seen,

I feel the interests of you all
would be best served

by a change of management
at the head of this firm.

- What?
- What do you mean by that?

Man: She means she's sold out.

- Is that what you mean, Cathy?
- Yes, that's right.

One hour ago, I acquired
the ordinary stock

previously held
by Mrs. Gale.

I've now acquired 61% ordinary
and 23% preference stock.

In other words,

I have a controlling majority
in this company.

Well, then I protest!

This information
has been deliberately withheld

from the remaining
directors.

Certainly, but what are you
going to do about it?

Well, I-I wish
to register my protest

by offering
my resignation.

- I accept. Off you go.
- Man: Good Lord.

Man #2: Totally improper.

The meeting is now closed.

You'll be notified
by first post tomorrow morning

the value of your new
Cade stock. Good afternoon.

- Oh, uh, Miss Thing. Uh...
- Ellis.

Yes. Before you start
resigning as well,

I want a stock list
of everything you have
in this company

right down to the last
paper clip, all right?

And she'll give you a hand.

I want that by 9:00
tomorrow morning.

I have another meeting.
Good afternoon.

(stockholders muttering)

Well, I suppose we better
get started, hadn't we?

- What?
- Oh, it's you.

Meeting finished already?

The whole damn thing's
finished.

You were right.
Cathy sold us out.

You've made a mess of it all,
haven't you, Young?

Look, if you must hold
an inquest, hold it later,
will you?

First thing we've got to do is
to get this stuff back to Cade

before he finds out.

This is the consignment I
ordered. It's going to Tangier.

Cade will have the police
in here within 24 hours.

Within 24 hours, I'll be
off the coast of Brittany.

Ah, you'd be silly to do that.
We'd have to leave tonight!

- Within the next two hours.
- What do you mean?

It'll soon be dark enough
to drift out into midstream

without navigation lights,
then full speed ahead

from those lovely old
naval engines of yours.

I'll be in the Thames estuary
before the moon rises.

- And what about fuel?
- I've loaded up
with extra cans

and I've also stocked up
with provisions.

But Dorothy's still
in town.

Well, Dorothy ought to be
back from town by now.

You'll find her in
The Three Greyhounds about now.

I don't like it.

And while you're out,
collect our other passenger.

Stock-taking
at this time of night?

That's what Mr. Cade wants.

It'll be very rough,
I'll tell you that much.

He said he wants it
to be exact.

Oh, does he?

Well, apart from the stuff
in the showcase,

there's nothing here,
and that's a change.

There always would have been
stuff about in here.

Oh, we have two.
One rifle, Mark VI B.

Four rounds of ammunition
in it.

Hmm. Suppose I better
put this back.

Oh, no.
Leave it where it is.

We'll lock up here
later.

I don't know what I'm gonna tell
the missus when I get home.

"I been doing stock-taking,
darling,

at this time
of the night."

I might as well
tell her a lie.

Do you suppose he wants us
to count the targets?

- Mrs. Gale?
- Yes?

I suppose you know
you've let us down

rather badly, don't you?

I should have come and told you
I was selling out to Cade?

Well, it would have been
courteous.

Would also have been
suicidal, wouldn't it?

I don't know
what you mean.

Do you recognize this,
Miss Ellis?

No. Why should I?
What is it?

It's the brigadier's
handkerchief.

- Well, what about it?
- It's got lipstick on it.

- So?
- It's your lipstick, isn't it?

And you were the only one
who could have got close enough

to him to reach his gun
and kill him,

just as you were the only one
who could have got close enough

to Anderson
without his suspecting.

I'm still not quite sure
how you got Reynolds.

I take it he was walking
down here to the target end

when you came in.

You followed him in here
quietly.

You are, of course,
an excellent markswoman.

Karl probably had taught you

when you were living with him
in Switzerland.

I think we've said enough,
don't you?

But Karl isn't around
to applaud this killing.

Karl and Mrs. Young cast off
the boat half an hour ago.

They're now heading downriver

and on their way
to North Africa.

They even managed to get rid
of Young on a false errand.

I don't believe you.

Karl wouldn't leave me
like that.

Why not?

He's got what he wanted

and you obligingly
did his killing for him.

Now he's moving on

and you and Young are left
to cover up for him.

(firing)

You won't get much joy
out of that rifle, Miss Ellis.

It's only got blanks in it.

Mrs. Gale asked me
to load it for her.

(scoffs)

What about that firm in Oldham?

Yeah, as well as making
pencil sharpeners,

I'd like to merge them
with those biscuit tin people.

What?

Yes, well, see what you can do.
Get back to me, will you?

Well, what do you think
of that?

That sounds like
an excellent proposition.

- You interested?
- No.

Ah, come in.

Hello.

Oh, I didn't expect
to see you here.

We've been talking
finances.

He's a shrewd man,
your broker.

Yes, I'm sure he is.
Well, here it is.

What's this?

I've been up all night
doing it.

Doing what?

It's the stock list from
Anderson's that you asked for.

Oh, you needn't
have bothered.

I sold Anderson's last night
to a Japanese syndicate.

- Ha-ha. That'll teach them.
- Well, what was all that

about checking the stock
down to the last paper clip?

Well, I always say that.
It frightens them, you see.

Were any of those guns
missing, by the way?

All recovered
by the river police.

Well,
it sounds fascinating.

Mrs. Gale, why don't you
have lunch with me today,

- and you can tell me
all about it, eh?
- Yes, I'd love to.

I'm afraid that Mrs. Gale
is going to have lunch with me.

We have to discuss finance,
you know?

We don't have
a lunch appointment.

I think it's far better
not to get mixed up
with types like him.

You never know
where you might end up.

- Dinner.
- Dinner.

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Woman: Your call to Tokyo, sir.

Ah. Hello, Arnold.

(speaking Japanese)

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