01x11 - The Man Who Was Lucky

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Well, you can't win 'em all,
and you shouldn't try, I guess.

If you make gambling a profession
instead of a sport

you either get into bad trouble
or else you get rich - like him.

Lucky Joe Luckner, they call him.

A sub-human inhabitant
of the racket-ridden jungle of Soho.

In London or New York,

for sheer smallness of soul
and hog-trough behaviour,

there's no one quite like Lucky.

Now, what shall we do
in the next race?

Oh, no, it can't be! Excuse me.

Chief Inspector Claude Eustace Teal
of the Yard, betting?

Oh, it's you.

You make me sound like
a cholera germ.

This is Detective Sergeant
Bob Stevens.

This character is a man who
I shall someday castigate

with every discourtesy
permitted by the laws of England,

Simon Templar.

I'll be leaving early tonight,
Marty. I've got something...

Leave now if you like. I'll close up.

- What do you want?
- just saying hello.

OK, you said it. Now beat it.

Bailey...

Why won't you and Marty
be reasonable?

Lucky likes you.

He really does. He wants to be
your friend and take care of you.

But if you want his protection
you've got to pay for it.

- Get out!
- This is your last chance, Bailey.

Bailey, I think we should pay.
It isn't gonna break us, and...

- It's simpler.
- Keep out of this, Marty.

Toscelli, I've told you and I've told
Luckner, we run a clean business.

We're not paying protection
to racetrack gangs.

NOW, get!

You keep your dirty...

For Pete's sake... Bailey!

We'll be back.

(Phone)

(Ringing continues)

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you calling?

Oh, a...a friend.

You're not two-timing Cora?

Bailey, l...l called the Saint.

Oh, now, Marty...

You don't think Luckner's tough,
do you?

But I saw what they did to Romara
when he wouldn't pay.

(Ioshes, razors, the lot.

Jimmy, you and me
can't fight Lucky alone.

(# Swing jazz)

There was the cutest sailor in
last night.

- Yeah?
- Tall, blond, well-built.

And a good spender.

And an absolute beast.

Don't you get tired of it, Jane?

- Tired of what?
- This place. London. The life.

Not after years
of Liverpool and my mother.

(Sighs)

Cora, honey, what's the matter?

I'm and I'm beginning to look like
Queen Victoria's mother.

My girdle's too tight,
my feet hurt and I'm broke.

I don't think Marty and I will ever
get married. Otherwise I'm great.

Give us another drink, love.
D'you want one?

No thanks. Evening, Mr Luckner.

- Hello, Jane.
- See you later.

- Don't go, Jane.
- I've got to.

- How's my girl?
- Oh, fine.

- Only fine?
- Sure.

Like I was last night, last year
and the year before that.

- You look tired, Cora.
- I am.

Why don't you chuck it all in
and marry me?

House in Hampstead, maids,
everything you want.

All you've gotta do is say yeah.

- Yes, well...
- What about it, Cora?

- I don't know.
- You've been saying that for a year.

Marriage is a serious thing,
Lucky, I...

Lucky, I gotta talk to you.

Hey, wait a minute.

- What happened to you?
- This Bailey needs a lesson.

He and Marty O'Connor
are way out of line.

I see. Come into the office.

See you later, Cora.

Yeah, sure, Lucky.

This is three chances they've had.

I've pleaded, chatted, reasoned -
nothing.

What about Marty?

Marty would play along all right,
it's Bailey that's holding out.

All right, boys.

Let's go.

What's happening?

Lucky.

They've gone after Marty and Bailey.

- (Engaged tone)
- Oh, no!

Look, Phil, I'm trying
to get away early tonight.

Won't it keep till morning?

- Oh, thanks.
- Would you?

All right. Thanks, Phil. Night.

(Phone)

Oh, these phones!
They drive you mad!

Take them off the hook.

Operator, I've been trying
this number for ten minutes!

They can't be busy that long!

For heaven's sake stop asking me
stupid questions! This is urgent!

Cora, if anybody finds out about
this you'll come to on a cold slab.

Nobody rats on Lucky!

Hello?

Hello? Operator, what are you doing?

Oh, all right.

I've got to warn Marty.

If anybody asks,
I had a headache and went home.

, quid, seven and eightpence.

- Check.
- Right.

- Right, I'll go and wash up.
- OK.

(Phone)

Hello?

- Hello, Saint?
- 'Yes?'

This is Marty O'Connor.
Do you remember me?

- Sure.
- 'Listen, we're in trouble.'

We're supposed to pay protection
to a man named Luckner.

Lucky Joe Luckner.

- 'Do you know him?'
- Sure.

'I saw him at the track today.'

Why don't I stop by in minutes?

That'll be fine. Bailey'll
be gone by then, but I'll stay.

See you then.

- The Saint's on his way.
- Oh, Marty...

You are frightened
by Luckner, aren't you?

Look, I know. You don't.

You scare too easy, Marty.

Maybe, but I like living.
Here, lend us your towel.

I like living too. But I'm not paying
a bag of lard like Luckner.

I only hope you know...

Back up, Bailey,
you're not going home yet.

Go on, over there.

All right, boys.

Go ahead.

Bring him over here.

Hold him.

I warned you about this, Bailey.

I could walk faster. Why didn't
you turn at Wardour Street?

Do you wanna change places, lady?
You can drive and I'll ride.

Please...please! Make him stop!

All right, Lucky, that's enough.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe so.

Marty, we're letting
you off this time,

but Eddy will be round to collect
every Monday. you understand?

- All your cash in this box?
- Yeah.

Good, we're taking it
in back payments.

Come on, boys.

Marty...

Marty!

There were four of them.
Luckner and three others.

Why didn't you listen to me?
I warned you what Lucky was like!

Why didn't you pay?
What's money compared...

Jimmy...

Jimmy!

Lucky beat him...

until he died.

So help me...

- He'll pay for it.
- What are you gonna do?

- I'm calling the police.
- Are you out of your mind?

But (IoramBailey!
They've k*lled him!

Marty, please, listen to me.

You've just witnessed a m*rder.

In an hour, Lucky will realise this,
that your testimony could hang him.

- What do you think he'll do?
- I don't care!

What...?

Please, listen to me.

I know Bailey meant a lot to you,
he was a wonderful man.

But as soon as Lucky finds out
he's dead he'll be after you.

Look...

we could hide you for a few days
until I can find some money.

You mean...just do...nothing?

There's nothing you can do!

You can't testify,
you'd just be a corpse!

Oh, Marty, wake up.

Justmrun away?

I know it's wrong, but we're small,
insignificant people.

We planned a life together
and we're not getting any younger.

If we're gonna have any happiness
it's got to start now!

But l...l...

I... I can't.

Do you want to die?

No, but...

Marty, don't you love me at all?

Don't I love you?

Come on.

Let's... Let's get out of here.

OK.

Jane? It's me.

Is Lucky back yet?

'No, but I'll say
you had a headache.'

Cora, what's wrong?

(Ian you lend me some money?

I've got £ in the bank
if that would help?

Jane!

'It's at the bank - Barclays.
Do you want to meet me there?'

- Which one?
- 'jermyn Street.

'I can't make it before . .'

Tomorrow? I'll be there.
Jane, you're an angel. Bye.

£ !

(Chuckles) So...now we've got £ .

The money'll make
a lot of difference.

You say I'm being selfish,

but we can't hide
for the rest of our days.

We've got to be free of this.

Once we're free
I must pay Jane back.

Doesn't seem right, somehow.

Scurrying round like rats
thinking only about ourselves.

Marty, we're thinking of each other.

Oh, what's the difference?
It won't bring poor Bailey back.

And throwing our lives away
isn't either.

He was the best friend I ever had.

And, you know, somehow...

doing what we are now...

it seems like
we're running out on him.

- Marty...
- Look, I...

(Sighs)

OK.

Why did Marty O'Connor phone you
instead of the police?

I owe him a favour, I guess.

Marty's got a police record
but he's been going straight.

But like most guys with records,
even when they're clean,

the word "police" scares them.

- Did you locate O'Connor?
- I checked his lodgings.

His landlady said he paid two weeks'
rent and left with a girl.

- That'll be Cora.
- Who's she?

His girlfriend.
She works at Lucky's Bar.

- Why?
- Money.

- I want O'Connor. Find him.
- Yes, sir.

- You haven't a prayer.
- Hm?

Marty knows
Lucky's going to be after him.

He's lived long enough
to know when not to be brave.

I hate to see nice guys like Marty
get kicked around

while Lucky gets away with m*rder.

- He won't get away with it.
- Oh no?

He'll have a dozen witnesses
to swear he was nowhere near.

Don't put that face on,
you know it's true.

Lucky's got away with m*rder before
and he'll get away with it again.

That's why they call him Lucky.

(# Mellow jazz)

Where's Cora?

She's gone home.

At this hour?

She had a headache.

I'll bet.

Would you care to dance?

A pleasure.

Where the devil have you been?

I hung around for a bit after.

Lucky...Bailey's croaked.

- You sure?
- I saw them take the body out.

Cops were all over.

Well, I've got an alibi.
I was here all evening.

Lucky, Marty seen ya do it.

Yeah...

Yeah, he did.

Where does Marty live, Ed?

I don't know. Cora might.

Cora? Why'd Cora know anything about
a washed-out runt like O'Connor?

- Well, rumour has it...
- It's a lie!

It's been going on a long time, boss.

What's been going on?

I'm just telling you what I hear!

And how come Cora isn't here
tonight?

She had a headache. She went home.

Did she?

Maybe we'd better find out.

Cora and Marty(!)

She wouldn't do that to me.

(Ringing tone)

Honey, if you wanna date Cora,

- she'll be back tomorrow.
- I don't want to date her.

- I want to talk to her about Marty.
- What do you know about Marty?

He's in trouble and he's hiding
someplace...and he needs help.

You're her friend, you know where she
is. I just want to talk about Marty.

The boss wants you.

The young lady is busy.

I'm not that busy. Excuse me.
Don't go away.

I won't.

- Haven't I seen you someplace?
- Sure, I've been someplace.

Tell me exactly what Cora said.

Like I said before, Mr Luckner,
she had a headache and went home.

- She didn't go home.
- No?

Jane... Do you like working here?

Oh, I sure do, Mr Luckner.

It's very stimulating,
meeting people and...everything.

- Do you want to stay?
- Of course I do.

- Then tell me the truth!
- I'm telling you the truth!

Does Cora ever go out
with Marty O'Connor?

Who's he?

Talk! Talk, I said!

Going someplace?

No, but you are.

- Tell me the truth!
- I am!

- Who the devil are you?
- Let me introduce myself.

Oh! just like Superman!

- Are you really the Saint?
- You sound sceptical.

I am. I've been here ten minutes and
all you've done is give me coffee.

- Are you one of those talkers?
- Sugar?

That big punch you gave Lucky,
it must have hurt him.

It was intended to. I don't like men
who slap women around.

Nobody's ever hit me before -
till tonight.

Of course, I have been hurt
other ways.

Jane, do you really not know where
Cora and Marty are hiding out?

We are alone.

- I think I'll trust you after all.
- Thank you very much.

I'm meeting Cora tomorrow.
I'm loaning her a little money.

A little money? I'm loaning her
all I've got - quid!

Jane, why don't we join forces?

You be (era's friend...
and I'll be Marty's.

I'll be (era's friend
and you'll be Marty's?

Yes.

Kind of mixed up, isn't it?

Doesn't matter too much,
as long as we're both against Lucky.

Oh, I'm with you there, per cent.

Good.

Now, where does Lucky live?

In Hampstead. I don't know the
address but I could take you there.

- We'll go first thing tomorrow.
- What will I do tonight?

If I go home, Lucky's boys
are liable to do anything.

You just saw, I have a guest room.

- It's a miracle.
- What is, the room?

You like me for my soul.

Like you said, I'm probably
one of those talkers.

- Lucky does himself proud.
- I told you so.

He's got visitors -
that's a Scotland Yard car.

Inspector, I give you my word,
I know nothing about Bailey's m*rder.

Lucky, I had a sneaking suspicion
that you were gonna say just that.

It's nice to know we're on
the same wavelength, Inspector.

As a matter of fact,
I was at the club all evening.

- Wasn't I, boys?
- Sure, Lucky.

Why don't you look for
Marty O'Connor?

Why?

- Isn't it obvious?
- Not to me it isn't.

- The money's gone, so has Marty.
- How do you know?

Oh, now, Inspector.

- Word gets round. Doesn't it, boys?
- Sure, Lucky.

All right. Let's have the details.

You say you were at your club
all night.

From . pm till two in the morning.

We have a little poker game going,
you know?

By a funny coincidence,
all the boys were playing.

- Weren't you, boys?
- Sure.

Frankie won all the money,
didn't you?

Sure, boss.

They're as good as gold, these boys.

Each one of them is in your employ.

I'm very friendly with my employees.

We call it labour relations.

Harry, boy, let the inspector out!

Bye-bye, Sergeant.

- Poor old Claude.
- Who's he?

He's the inspector in charge
of this case.

- I bet he's furious.
- Why?

Lucky'll have an airtight alibi,
bought witnesses.

The only thing that'll convict him
is a confession.

I'd like to get it.

But how?

- No use hanging around here.
- Where to now?

Your place - you can change into
something a little more restrained.

Then we'll pick up Laura,
take her back to my place.

- Cora, I know you're frightened.
- Then why argue with me?

- Do you want to see Lucky punished?
- I don't care about Lucky.

And I don't care about justice. All
I care about is keeping Marty alive.

Oh, yes, he tried to be heroic.
I put a stop to that.

I know Lucky and I know his boys.

They're combing London right now
looking for Marty.

I'm terrified to go home to change.
Lucky's got someone on my door.

I don't want to fight any more.
All I want is to go to Ireland.

With Jane's quid I might make it.

Ireland?

Thanks.

There's a man there called john
O'Hara, an old friend of Marty's.

He breeds horses.

He's always wanted Marty to go into
partnership with him.

That's out because we haven't got any
capital. But he'll give Marty a job.

And there's a cottage to go with it.

What I wouldn't give...just to be
where there are trees and fresh air.

You'll be there, Cora, I promise you.

Never! I'm terrified
to even go near my flat.

Is Lucky watching your flat because
he knows you might lead him to Marty?

I don't think he knows about us.
He wouldn't have proposed to me.

- Lucky proposed to you?
- He does regularly.

Cora, I'm beginning to get an idea.

I want you to take me to Marty.
Please.

All right.

Jane, we'll be back.
If the phone rings, don't answer.

And that's it.

Cora, it's up to you.

- It won't work, it's mad.
- It WILL work.

- It's too risky.
- If it fails you'll be no worse off.

And I'll give you £ ,
to get you Ireland.

Marty, what do you think?

I think we should try.
For Bailey's sake.

Cora... If Lucky gets off,
I'll never be able to forget it.

In Ireland or anywhere else.

Lucky will do anything to see Marty
dead. Let's use it to our advantage.

I'm scared!

It's ringing.

Yeah?

Hello?

Hello?!-

Hello?

Cora! Ha ha!

How are you, Cora? Where did you go
last night? I missed you.

'I've been worried.'

I know this will be a shock to you,
but I had to go away by myself.

'Er... Marty and I
are getting married.'

- You're what?
- We're going away together.

You mean to tell me that
you'd rather have that gutless...

(Dialling tone)

- What's the matter?
- Shut up.

Sorry.

Cora and Marty.

Told you, it's been going on
for a long time.

She could have had me
and she takes this...

Pimple!

I'll k*ll him. I'll k*ll 'em both!

You don't know Lucky.
He'll want to k*ll us both now.

That's what we wanted.
Come on, Marty.

Stay by the phone, I'll call you.

- Leave everything to me.
- What else can I do?

Cora... We can trust Simon.

Sure we can trust Simon...
if we're alive by this time tomorrow.

Mr Maxwell, I appreciate that
very much.

- No, I don't care what it costs.
- Let me talk to him.

Jane wants to talk to you.
Yeah, that's all.

Hello, Maxie, it's me.
(Ian you do it in time?

We'll bring him round right away.

Oh, thanks, Maxie,
you're a sweetie. Bye!

- (Ian he do it?
- Course he can.

You don't know Maxie.
He's amazing - a genius!

(Doorbem

- Are you expecting anyone?
- No.

Get in the guest room.

(Simon) Why, Claude!
Bless your old, flat feet!

I wanna talk to you!

- Oh...
- Jane, allow me to introduce you

to England's greatest bloodhound -
Chief Inspector Teal of the Yard.

- This is Jane Mayo.
- How do you do?

Pleasure, I'm sure.

I won't offer to take your coat,
Claude. I'm sure you're not staying.

You were out at Lucky's house
this morning. Why?

I saw you there. Why didn't you stop?

- Answer the question!
- I'm thinking of buying his house.

Saint, I know you're burned up
by Bailey's m*rder. So am I.

I also know that Marty's your friend,
but this is my case! Understand?

Perfectly. And it does make me feel
terribly confident.

- Does it?
- Confident that Lucky will get off.

- Have you felt the weight of this?
- Lucky will not get off,

and we will find Marty
and give him protection.

Sure. If Lucky
doesn't find him first.

We are watching Lucky
and we will find Marty.

All right.
Supposing you do find Marty.

And supposing he survives
to testify against Lucky.

The defence will say he's unreliable
because he has a record.

No one will believe him
against the witnesses

who will testify Lucky
wasn't even in London.

Three - who swear that
he was playing cards.

- There you are. Cigarette?
- No.

What you need to convict Lucky...
is a confession.

- Confession?
- And I am going to get it for you.

I'm warning you, there is to be none
of your private brand of justice!

Claude, I'm going to hand you Lucky
on a plate.

You will mind your own business,
or I will put you away for life!

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

I mean it!

You do know the way out?

If anything happens to Lucky,
I'll get you...

and don't say I didn't warn you!

Well! He doesn't like you, does he?

He loves me like a brother.

Anyway, you mustn't laugh.
It's disrespectful.

Marty! Come on out, dear boy.

Come on, Jane.

Oh, dear, this is very irregular.

Look, Maxie, you promised.
We're not doing anything wrong.

Would it help if I raised the price?

Like you, Mr Saint, I am an artist.
Cash is not my only consideration.

Then, what is?

Oh, deary...
Well, if I have to do it,

at least we don't have to suffer all
of his face again - just his profile!

Now, hold it!

Right!

Cora could have had all this.
Cars, clothes, everything!

And she chooses a little jerk
like Marty O'Connor!

She's crazy.

- I want him, and fast!
- (Doorbell)

Well, go on! Answer it!

Look, I don't want any excuses.
Find O'Connor, bring him here.

- Where do I begin to look?
- I told you, no excuses!

Well, well, well. To think I said
I was thinking of buying this place!

- I got a score to settle with you.
- Me too!

Before you get violent...

- You belted me last night!
- You shouldn't hit women.

As I said, before you get violent,
listen to what I have to say.

I've come to deliver Marty O'Connor.

I thought that would interest you.

Why don't we let bygones be bygones,
and talk this over?

Or would you like me to take on
the boys and wreck the furniture?

All right, I'll handle this.

I thought you'd see it my way.

- What do you mean, deliver O'Connor?
- I know where he is.

- You trying to con me?
- Me, try to con a con man?

All right, where is he?

At the moment, that's my secret.
You'll have to take my word for it.

Your word? You hear that boys?
His word!

- What's the catch?
- Money.

- Lucky, you're not gonna pay him?
- Mind your own business!

Harry and me can make him talk!

That I doubt very much.

- However, I took precautions.
- Like what?

- Cora on the other end of a phone.
- Cora?

If I don't call her in minutes,

she'll take Marty down to dear old
Claude Eustace Teal at the Yard.

All right. Let's get down
to business. How much do you, er...

Lucky, you know that Marty
saw you k*ll Bailey.

If they put him on the witness stand
he'll blow your alibi to bits.

Not that I'd be perturbed
about them hanging you.

It's just to me, at the moment,
getting Marty is more important.

Important? Why?

I owe him something, something
I can't quite give him myself.

I thought you and the boys
might take care of it for me.

Isn't that nice, boys,
he's just like one of us.

I'm still trying to find out
what we pay for this privilege.

Five thousand pounds.

Five thousand pounds for
that miserable little bum?! Ha!

You must be crazy!

Crazy? Lucky, that "miserable
little bum" can hang you!

Now, you've got exactly nine minutes
and seconds to think it over.

(Whispering)

Time's running out.

Shut up and let me think.

I hope you're thinking about
Cora and Marty.

You know, she's absolutely crazy
about him, Lucky.

- I've never seen a woman so in love.
- All right, how does the deal work?

First, you go to the bank
and you get the money in cash.

Then?

At . tonight, you go to Wimbledon
Common with just one of your boys.

I'll be parked by the fountain.
Be on time because I won't wait.

- Then, if the money's OK...
- It'll be OK.

I'll tell you where you can find
Cora and Marty.

What you do with them when you get
them...is your affair.

As far as Marty is concerned,
I don't want any half measures.

I want him dead.

So do I.

- Well, I guess that's all.
- Aren't you gonna ring Cora?

You're gonna trust this guy?

Belt up and leave it to me!

- He might be working with the cops.
- You wanna do something useful?

- What's that, Lucky?
- Shut up!

Hello, Cora?

Don't go to the Yard.

. tonight?

Don't bother to see me out.

We're going along with this character
as I planned.

You're coming with me in the car.

If he delivers Marty,
he gets the money.

But if he's planning
a double-cross...

there'll be one more saint
in Paradise.

You can turn around now.
(Ian you help me with this?

You'll find a coat in the box
on the bed.

How does it fit?

It'll do. What difference
does it make how I look?

How you look tonight will make the
difference between life and death.

Go to the Glenville Hotel
on the Kingston bypass.

It's two miles down on the left,
you can't miss it.

I want you to be in the bar
at exactly . .

You can be a few minutes early but
on no account be late, understand?

- Simon...
- Feeling scared?

Don't worry.
Most of us do at times.

You'll be all right.

Good luck, Cora.

Why don't you sit down and relax?

- How did you get on?
- Fine. Did it arrive?

- Yes.
- Did you rent the car?

- Yes. Grey Morris, parked outside.
- What's the number?

- VMH .
- VMH . Remember, timing is vital.

At . , you move into action.

- I hope I don't make any mistakes.
- So do I!

So do we all.

What time is it?

. . Do you think he'll show?

For five thousand quid? Ha!

- Lucky, you bring the money?
- Let's hear you talk.

You know the Glenville Hotel?

On the Kingston bypass?

(era's there now, waiting for Marty.
He's picking her up at . .

Won't go inside - he's afraid.

She'll go out to the parking lot
to his car.

What's Marty driving?

A grey Morris. VMH .

VMH .

The money.

Sure.

Get out of the car.

Put your hands up.

Now, get into the back of my car.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

(Ian I re lax?

Why not?

- You don't trust anybody, do you?
- When I get Marty, you get paid.

(era's in the bar waiting for him.

Well, now, suppose we join her?

- What did I tell you?
- It's Marty I want.

- He'll be here any minute.
- When that happens, you get paid.

Hello, Cora.

Eddy, stay by the window. Watch out
for Marty's grey Morris. VMH .

OK, boss.

- You sold us out.
- Had no choice.

And we trusted you.

Cora, that's life.

- How much did you pay him?
- You're worth a lot to me, Cora.

- Scotch.
- Si r.

Why, you...

Go back to Lucky's car.

Eight...nine...ten.
There you are. Five thousand.

- Thanks, Lucky.
- You've earned it.

Hey, Lucky, you're not gonna
let them walk out of here?

Why don't you shut up?
This man is reliable and smart,

unlike you three bums.

- Saint, it's been a pleasure.
- Likewise.

- See you soon again, I hope.
- You will.

(Simon) Why, Claude Eustace!
For once on time!

Lucky, you do know one another.

Oh, yeah. Yes, of course.
How are you, Inspector?

Joseph Luckner, I arrest you
for the m*rder of James Bailey.

I must warn you, anything you say
will be taken down

and may be given in evidence.

- Inspector, you're kidding.
- I don't think so.

Marty O'Connor telephoned.

He's come out of hiding prepared
to give evidence against you.

That's crazy. Marty O'Connor skipped
the country two days ago, Inspector.

I'll show you out myself.

Marty!

Take the others! Come on.

- It was Lucky! He k*lled Bailey!
- Shut up!

- It wasn't us!
- He hit him!

Until he was dead!

- You're as guilty as I am!
- Come on!

Well, Marty... Thank you.

Without your testimony,
we would never have convicted Lucky.

His confession helped.

Simon, I don't know how to thank you.

- Marty. Take care of him, Cora.
- I will.

And I'll never forget what you've
done for us. Thank you, Simon. Bye.

- Goodbye, Jane.
- Good luck, Cora.

Bye.

- Cora... Something for the trip.
- Thanks. Goodbye.

- Let's go see them off.
- Fine.

Claude Eustace?

Don't you know by now
that I don't smoke?

And isn't it time
you told me how you did it?

- I suppose so. Jane has a friend.
- Named Mr Maxwell.

- He makes dummies for store windows.
- And Madame Tussauds.

You mean... You mean you had
a dummy made of Marty?

- Thanks to Mr Maxwell.
- And I drove the car.

- You did, eh?
- Mm, but I was very scared.

- You were great.
- You both were.

Irregular and improper, but...
heh-heh, great.

Claude Eustace,
that's very sporting of you indeed.

The trouble is, none of this
is much comfort to Marty.

It won't bring his partner
back to life.