05x02 - The Double k*ll

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(dramatic introductory music)

(suspenseful music)

(tape tearing)

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(glass smashing)

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(drawer rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(light clicking)

- Make it quick.

- What do you mean?

- I have seen.

I can give the police a
100% description.

I can pick you out
of any lineup.

So, make it quick.

Don't be a fool.

Breaking and entering,
caught red handed,

that's five to seven years,
at least,

and I'm the only witness.

You k*ll me and you're
in the clear.

Go on.

Go on.

sh**t!

- I'm no k*ller!

- No.

No, you're not.

(objects rattling)

Get out.
- Hey?

- Get out!

- What?

You mean, you're letting me go?

- And, use the front door,
please.

I don't want anyone seeing
you climbing out of the window

and calling the police.

- Why?

- Because, you're not the
man I thought you were.

Now, run along.
(suspenseful music)

(door closing)

(suspenseful music)

(Clori groaning)

- Hey, sleepy head.

Come on, get up.

(Clori groaning)

You're gonna miss the
best part of the morning.

(shades rattling)

- I have to get up soon.

It's ---

- Another auction?

- Starts at 11.

You're up early.

- Well, it's that kind of a day.

- Your hands are all dirty.

What have you been up to?

- I have been doing a little
bit of work around the house.

You know, Clori, I wouldn't have

to get up so early, darling.

I mean, a house this size,

it's crazy not to have a
staff live in.

- We did have staff.

Don't you remember Annie,
the little blond

and the other one?

- Clori, you're paranoid,
darling.

- No, my definition of
paranoia is imagined insult.

I didn't imagine anything.

I saw you.

- Darling, it was Christmas
and we were just having fun.

- It was November.

Certainly you were having fun.

Both of you.

But, I wasn't.

So, until we can find staff
aged enough to repel you

and yet, still active enough
to negotiate that long drive,

we'll shut up one half of the
house and do without them.

Thank you for the orange juice.

Hugh?

- [Hugh] Yes, darling?

- Why don't you come
to the auction with me?

- And watch you
spend your money?

I'll see you later at
the usual place.

- With Paul?

- What's the matter with Paul?

- He encourages you.

- I like a drink, Clori.

- No, no the drink.

He encourages you.

He's just shrugged off
wife number three

and looking for number four.

Well, I wish he'd find
her and leave us alone.

- The usual place, darling.

(door opening and closing)

(kettle tinkling)

- Putty?

(suspenseful music)

- We can always think up
some excuse to give Clorissa.

Say that I need moral
support or something.

- Paul, she just
wouldn't buy it.

Clori is...
- Hugh?

- Clori is here.

(light piano music)

Hello, darling.

- Hello, Clori!

- Hello, Paul.
- Like a drink?

- Thanks, a martini.

(light piano music)

- Did you have a nice morning?

- Yes, but it would
have been better

if you'd been there with me.

- Darling, I don't like
auctions and you know it.

- But, that's how we met,
or have your forgotten?

'Cause, I think you have.

I often did wonder just what
you went there to pick up.

You never did tell me.

- Now, Clori...

- And, it isn't the only
thing you've forgotten, is it?

Do you remember the
things you said?

Promises?

- Excuse me, darling.

Is it sweet or dry martini?

- Dry, please.

- [Paul] Right.

- Well, come on, what'd you buy?

- A signed lithograph
and a Matisse.

(Hugh chuckling)

- Well, Clori...
- As you never cease

to remind me, it is my money.

(light piano music)

- Thanks very much.

- Another Matisse.

- Eh?

- That's what she bought this
morning, another Matisse,

and we already have two.

Plus, the best jade
collection in the country.

Paul, do you know there's
a piece in that collection

that is so s...

Well, it would fit in
your pocket, all right.

It is worth 50,000.

That and the silver
that's worth twice as much

and yet, our burglary
precautions are practically nil.

- Hugh, don't broadcast it.

- What do you mean?

- Well, not here.

- Why?

- Well, you've got a large
fortune stashed away at home.

You never know who may
be listening.

Burglars.
- Come on, Paul,

at a place like this?

There's not a potential
burglar in sight.

- You never know, Hugh.

(suspenseful music)

- You're going out?

- Yes.

Yes, darling.

And, why not?

You're obviously crashing, huh?

- You know the trouble I
have sleeping.

- Sleeping, Clori?

Or, looking the world, the
real world, in the face?

- They're prescribed!

- Well, so are crutches,
darling.

So are crutches.

(suspenseful music)

- Why do we keep
scratching at each other?

(clothing rustling)

Do you want a divorce?

- No!

(drawer slamming)

Absolutely not.

- Because of my money?

(Hugh chuckling)

- No, because I happen
to love you very much.

Now, come on.

What's this all about?

Yes, I'm going out.

I'm going down to the
pub for about an hour

to have a drink, all right?

- An hour?

- Ye...

What does that look mean?

- There's a game tonight,
isn't there?

- Maybe.
- There's always

a poker game somewhere!

Paul's place or some...
- That doesn't mean

I'm playing, Clori.

All right, I'm sorry, darling.

You're right.

You're right.

We've got to stop
scratching at each other.

- I love you, Hugh.

- I'm glad to hear it.

- I love you despite everything.

That word, hooked, it
fits me perfectly.

- You're in a funny
mood tonight.

- Do you love me?

- So help me.

- And, you trust me?

- Of course.

- But why, Hugh?

Why do you trust me?

- Clori, what's gotten
into you tonight?

- Nothing.

Enjoy yourself.

(tense music)

(door closing)

(engine turning over)
(suspenseful music)

(bottle cap clinking)

(pills rattling)

(suspenseful music)

(lever squeaking)

(men grunting)

- You don't say?

- George, right?

All right.

You know what that is?

- Oh, yes, yes.
- All right.

I don't.

I don't know anything about it.

It stands about this high,
all right?

The last evaluation on that
little piece was over 50,000.

(man whistling)

- You must keep it chained
to a guard dog.

- No, no, no, no.

Our protection is all right.

We've got a good, solid
house and doors that lock.

- Yes, but all the same,
I mean, these days...

- You're right.

You're absolutely right.

One of these days, I'm gonna
have to put in the alarms

and the bars and all
the other stuff,

but who wants to live
in a fortress, right?

You know what I mean?

- But, if you lost that
piece of silver,

financially, you would...
- Piece?

Piece?

You think that's the only one?

That place is loaded
with the stuff.

It's loaded.

(car approaching)
(suspenseful music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(suspenseful music)

(door closing)

(suspenseful music)

All right, hold it right there.

Put your hands on top of
your head and turn around.

Now, walk towards me,
very slowly.

Over there, by the couch.

I feel like an actor in
a bad western.

You have broken into my
house, my friend, my home.

- Well, you can't
sh**t me for that,

at least, not in England,
you can't.

- But, I am an American and
the Embassy gave me a pamphlet

on how to conduct myself
in a foreign country.

True, they didn't mention
sh**ting intruders,

but they didn't mention
not sh**t them, either.

But, Paul was right.

I blabbed about the
riches in this place

and I finally caught
myself a burglar.

You're not armed?

No, where would you hide a g*n?

Well, I'm glad I got home early,

before you had a chance
to take anything.

Still, breaking and entering,

that's five to seven years,
isn't it?

But, that's police
business from here on.

Back up.

(phone dial whirring)

(dramatic music)

- Put it down!
- Now, look...

- Down!

(dramatic music)

- That was a mistake.

A bad mistake.

- Fatal.

- Now, look.

Look, this is my house.

I don't think you'll sh**t.

Burglary is one thing, and
m*rder's another, my friend.

All right, I'll tell you what,

just put the g*n down
and take off.

Go on, take off and I won't
say anything to anybody.

- What, you won't
remember this face?

You won't grab the phone
the minute I've left?

- That's right, I promise.

- I am sorry.

- Now, just put the g*n down.

Put it...
(g*n shots)

(grunting)

(dark music)

Let's talk this out
over a drink, all right?

Come on.

Sit down.

That's all right.

It's okay.

My wife is asleep, upstairs,
but she takes pills,

she doesn't hear anything
and there's nobody else

around here for miles.

- I shot you.

- Yes, I know you did and I'm
delighted, but with blanks.

See?

You need that drink.

You are just the man I
have been waiting for.

You know, I was beginning
to feel that all the crooks

over here were milk
and water boys.

You know what I mean?

(liquid pouring and
glass clinking)

But, not you.

You have a nice, desperate edge.

Give you a g*n and you're
prepared to use it.

Cheers.

How much did you think you
were gonna make

on tonight's haul?

Hmm?

Come on, how much?

Come on, now.

You've heard me in the bars,

sh**ting my mouth off about
paintings worth 50,000,

silver worth a hundred grand.

Now, how much did you
think you were gonna make?

I'll tell you.

The entire contents of
this place are insured

for over three quarters
of a million.

But, you're one man,
didn't even bring a bag

to carry the stuff out
with, so you figured

whatever you took, you would
stuff in your pockets, right?

What?

Some silver off the
shelf over there,

a couple of these pieces?

At most, a couple paintings,
cut out and rolled up.

Now, I figure a haul like
that would be worth, what?

200,000?

On the open market, and
30,000, 35,000 tops,

sold underground,
through a fence.

Yes, I know about those things.

35,000, tops, and you were
prepared to k*ll for that.

So, I wanna make a
deal with you.

I wanna make you an offer
you can hardly refuse.

That 35,000, plus 10,
plus your freedom,

plus my blessing.

45,000 and a very
clear conscience.

What do you say?

(ice rattling)

Come on, I asked you a question.

- You must need the insurance
money awfully badly.

(Hugh chuckling)

Insurance?

Who was talking about insurance?

You're missing the point,
my friend.

You are missing the point.

You see, you broke in here
to steal and I surprised you

and you suddenly found
yourself with a g*n.

Now, suppose it hadn't been me?

Suppose my wife had come
down here and surprised you.

That wouldn't have made
any difference, would it?

You would have k*lled her,
just like you k*lled me.

(suspenseful music)

That's what I want you to do.

I want you to k*ll my wife.

(suspenseful music)

Now, come on.

It's the cleanest thing
you'll ever come across.

You are a stranger.

All you have to do is point
the g*n, pull the trigger,

and then just get lost
in the night.

(suspenseful music)

- What if I say no?

- Then, I say you're still
an intruder and, this time,

there aren't any blanks
and I don't think

you're gonna say no.

- It would appear that
I have no choice then.

- [Hugh] That's right.

- Well...
(Hugh chuckling)

- Nothing tricky, all right?

Keep it simple.

Yes, I do know about
these things.

- And you've been thinking
about them for a long time.

- That's right.

Now, we take it from the
police point of view:

you break in here and
you ransack the place.

(objects clattering)

Now, my wife hears you,
she comes down the stairs,

you have found my g*n, I leave
it right here in that drawer,

it's loaded at all times,
she walks in,

you panic, and she's dead.

How does that sound?

- Point.
- Yes?

- Your wife takes
sleeping pills.

How would she hear me?

- Oh, now that's not only
a point, that is the point.

You see, she starts to
come out of those pills

early in the morning.

By four, the effect's
only shallow.

- Four?
- That's right.

Four o'clock, that's
when I want you to do it.

It's nearly 10, now.

I'll be in a poker game
from 11 o'clock on

with some friends and I
probably won't get home

until around 9:30 in
the morning.

That's when the help arrives.

- And, you're gonna
leave me here?

- That's right, until four.

That's when I want you to do it.

- All right, second point.

- Yes?

- You go off, what's to
stop me just walking away?

- I wanna see that good
right hand of yours.

The glove, take it off.

Off!

I think you need another drink.

Hand me one of those sherry
glasses from the bar.

Now, sit down.

This is why you're not
just gonna run away.

See, if I come back tomorrow
morning and the job isn't done,

and that silver is going
to be missing,

then I'll tell the police
that I saw a man

running away from here and
I'll be the best witness

they've ever had.

I'll be dead accurate and
they'll find this glass

with your prints on it,
matching up with the record,

and come on, you can't win.

You can't win, my friend.

You'll do it.

You'll do it for that and
you'll do it for 45,000.

Now, come on.

Come on.

You're gonna do it.

- Yes, I'll do it, Mr.
Briant, but for the 45,000,

not because you forced me
into anything.

Now, I could've taken
you any time

in the last few minutes, Mr.
Briant.

You haven't forced me
into anything.

(phone jingling)

- I got lucky, didn't I?

I really got lucky this time.

All right.

All right, so I haven't
forced you into anything,

but we have made a deal,
have we not,

like the gentlemen we are?

Now, I've gotta get going.

How far did you get
up the stairs?

- Not far.

- Did you wear those
gloves all the time?

- Ever since I picked them
up off the hall stand.

They're yours.

- Now, look, you can pick up
this little bit of insurance

any time you want,
after it's over,

but don't forget, four
o'clock, no sooner, no later,

and use the g*n.

A knife is messy, it's
uncertain,

and it says calculation,

and this has got to be a
panic k*lling,

you broke in here to steal
and you were forced to m*rder.

All right?

It's a pleasure meeting you.

- Aren't you
forgetting something?

- No, I'm not
forgetting anything.

You can collect it
after I've gone.

You'll find it where you
found my gloves,

on the hall table.

(suspenseful music)

(door closing)

(suspenseful music)

- Hugh, don't you think it
be wise now to pull out?

- Oh, come on, let's play.

What time is it, Brent?

- Nearly four.

- That's the third time
you asked that, Hugh.

Is something bothering you?

- No, I'm just writing a
book on poker.

I need statistics.

- Statistics?

- Yeah, I wanna know how
much you can lose per minute.

(Hugh chuckling)

No, I left my watch at home.

Nearly four?

- Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

- Hugh, Clorissa is
going to eat you alive.

Do you know that it's
nearly nine o'clock?

- Oh, another few minutes
aren't gonna hurt.

I'll be home by 9:30.

- Yes, well, I hope there
isn't gonna be a great row

about all this.

(vacuum sucking)

(maid gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(maid sobbing)

(suspenseful music)

(voices over police scanner)

(suspenseful music)

- He's here, sir, the
husband, he's just arriving.

- Something funny going on here,
Michael.

Something down funny.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, remember what I told you:

I handle it my way.

- I still think it's immoral.

- I'm handling it,
I'm responsible.

- Not only immoral, it
is probably ill*gal, too.

- You'll have to arrest me,
won't you?

- What's going on?

What has happened?

- I'm afraid it's your wife,
sir.

- Clori?

Clorissa?

- It was horrible.

Such a beautiful, kind lady.

I found her.

All that blood.

- Oh, my god.

- He's the only one can
help her now.

- Would you take her home,
please?

- Clori?

Clori?

I've gotta see her.
- I'm afraid

they've taken her away, sir.

- Oh, god.

Oh, no.

- You can see her later,
of course.

- Clori.

Clori.

- Do you mind telling us
where you've been, sir?

- I've...

I've been playing cards,
poker, with some friends.

- Bit early for card games,
isn't it, sir?

- The games started last night.

Inspector...

- Superintendent, sir.

Detective Superintendent Lucas

and this is Detective
Sergeant Player.

- Who did it?

- We don't know that yet, do we,
sir?

- Well, you've gotta
have an idea.

You've gotta have a conclusion.

I mean, surely, someone
heard the shots.

- Shots?

- Yes, I know we're
fairly isolated out here,

but certainly some...
- Your wife wasn't shot, sir.

She was stabbed.

- Stabbed?

- What made you think
she'd been shot, sir?

- My g*n, I just...

I keep it loaded, I assu...

- Yes, we found the g*n.

- And, your license to own one,
sir.

- And, it's still loaded.

It's nicely oiled.

- And, not a print on it.

- Well, you're obviously a very
meticulous man, Mr. Briant.

(suspenseful music)

- Stabbed.

What about the knife?

Have you found that?

- [Lucas] No, not yet.

- [Michael] We're still looking,
sir.

- It's funny that you
should think

that she'd been shot, though,
sir.

- Well, I just naturally
assumed whoever broke in

found the g*n and then...

- No one's broken in, sir.

That's another false conclusion.

- There's no sign of a
break in at all, sir.

- We'll go from here
to your card game, sir.

- Yes.

- What time did you leave, sir?

- I left a little after 10
and I drove off to Hampstead.

Yes, it was after 10.

I remember hearing the
news on the car radio.

I got out there a little before
11, 45 minutes driving time.

- Well, you're
helpfully accurate

with your timing, Mr. Briant.

- I just happen to remember
things, that's all.

- And, before you left
for the card game, sir?

- Well, I was here.

Well, for a little while,
anyway.

I'd gone down to the pub
and had a couple of drinks.

I got back here around 9:30
and left shortly after 10.

I'm to blame.

- [Michael] Sir?

- I'm to blame.

If I hadn't gone out last night

or if I'd just kicked
the game earlier,

well, Clori might
still be alive.

- Oh, why do you say that, sir?

- Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

I might have been here
when whoever it...

- You were here, sir.

- [Hugh] What?

- Your wife was stabbed
between 9:30 and 10 last night,

which puts you here
when it happened,

right in the middle.

(alarm clock ringing)

(suspenseful music)

- You think I k*lled her,
don't you?

Why?

Why would I k*ll Clori?

I loved her.

I loved her.

- Look, Mr. Briant, I
think that you've

got a right to know...

- Michael!

I need your help upstairs.

- All right, if you're
gonna do it, let's...

Let's do it and get it
over with, all right?

- Sir?

- Well, you're gonna arrest me

for murdering my wife,
aren't you?

- Not unless you give us a
signed confession, Mr. Briant.

You still think I'm
being immoral, Michael?

- Yes, but...

- But?

- He's suffering.

- The whole world suffers,
Michael.

Now, you just tell me
about the but.

- I don't know.

- Well, that's a coppers charm.

He has to know the truth,
however or whatever.

- It'd help to eliminate
a few if I had his, too.

I've got hers and the
cleaning lady's.

- Well, Michael will arrange it.

He'll treat him gently.

Well, he is suffering.

(door closing)

(suspenseful music)

- Fingerprints?

- It's just routine, Mr. Briant.

It's to help you help us,
in fact.

You see, it could be that
someone did break in here.

A good burglar doesn't
always leave evidence,

especially if he's been
forced to use violence.

- Lots of prints
around this house.

If we an eliminate yours...

- Yeah, the rest we check
out against criminal records.

- [Mustached Detective]
You never know.

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you, sir.

- You'll dust for
prints everywhere?

- All the usual places, yes.

- In here?

- Of course.

- Just make sure you do.

(suitcase rattling)

(suspenseful music)

- Why in here, particularly,
sir?

- Well, it may be my
imagination, Sergeant,

but things just seem different.

I mean, those pieces
on the mantle.

(suspenseful music)

I'd swear this decanter was
full when I left last night.

(suspenseful music)

- Mrs. Harper?

- No, no.

She's been with us for
nearly a year now

and I never noticed anything
missing, least of all booze.

- Or you're mistaken, sir.

- Yeah, maybe.

Maybe, but just the same,
your man will check everything

on the tray, won't he?

- Oh, yes, sir.

I'll make sure he does, sir.

(suspenseful music)

- Superintendent?

(suspenseful music)

- Come on, Sergeant, relax.

I should be the worried one.

You've got all the symptoms.

- Look, Mr. Briant...

- Do you and your wife spend
much time apart, Mr. Briant?

- Well, she went to
auctions, things like that.

- Has she been away on
her own recently?

A holiday alone, perhaps?

- A couple months ago, she
went off to see about a house

she was gonna buy.
- In Devon?

- Yes.

How'd you know about that?

- Darling, it really must end.

Oh, must is underlined.

Although I am still...

Now, there's something there
that I just can't read,

but the lab will bring it out.

Those few idyllic days
in Devon are something

I will never forget, but Hugh...

There's something else there
that I just can't read.

I'll never forget you and
always, in my funny way,

will love you.

Clorissa.

Now, when did you find out that
your wife had a lover, sir?

- I didn't.

- Oh.

Those few idyllic days
in Devon are something

I will never forget, but Hugh...

But Hugh what, sir?

But Hugh was very suspicious,
but Hugh was jealous,

but Hugh has found out?

- Ridiculous.

- I'll never forget you and
always, in my funny way,

will love you.

Clorissa.

Well, whether you
knew it or not,

your wife did have a
lover, didn't she, sir?

Now, are these your gloves, sir?

We found them on the hall table.

Are they yours?
- Yes, they're mine.

- Oh.

Expensive.

Soft kid.

Oh, silk lined.

Oh...

Oh, it's a pity about this,
though.

It spoils them.

Do you see, sir?

Look, there's a little,
dark spot.

I'd say it was blood,
wouldn't you, sir?

You are right handed,
aren't you, sir?

- Okay, sir?

- Yes, carry on.

- All right, what happens now?

- Well, I'd suggest that
we have a little talk,

as you Americans say, in depth.

Oh, down at the station.

It'll be quieter there.

- Are you arresting me?

- No, I just want you
to cooperate

and to assist in our inquiries.

- But, that's just
another way of saying

you're accusing me of
murdering my wife, isn't it?

- I'm accusing you of nothing,
sir,

certainly not of
murdering your wife.

I just want to talk to
you a little more.

Is that all right with you?

- That's fine.

That's perfect.

- Good.

(suspenseful music)

You see my problem, Mr. Briant?

You were in the house
when it happened

and then, there's the question
of the glove, your glove.

- All right.

All right, but come on.

Come on, superintendent,
if I am the k*ller,

then I'm a pretty poor one,
aren't I?

I fix an alibi that just
doesn't get me off the hook?

- That's a point in my favor.

You stab your wife,
panic, and then dash off

to get into a card game,
hoping that we won't be able

to pinpoint the exact
time of the attack.

I'm theorizing, of course.

- Yes, of course.

Now, how can you pinpoint
it so accurately?

- I'm a gambling man, too, Mr.
Briant.

How is my ace in the hole.

- You think...

You think I k*lled her
out of jealousy?

- Undeniably she had a lover.

- All right, then what
is wrong with the idea

that he did it?

What's wrong with that?

That letter was a goodbye
note, it's rejection.

Now, there's your motive.

She was brushing him off and
he refused to be brushed.

- It works equally well for you,
too.

Rejection, the other man.

- I...

I did not know there
was another man.

- And, that leaves you with
an even stronger motive.

Your wife held the purse
strings, Mr. Briant.

In the event of her death,
I imagine her estate

would be considerable.

- Look, you just find
the other man.

You find the other man,
you find the...

(knocking at the door)
- Yes?

- Fingerprint report, sir.

(Hugh sighing)

- [Lucas] All right,
let's have it.

(door closing)

- Well, there's more than a
dozen that we can't pin down.

That's guests you've
entertained, probably, sir.

Just the same, we ran a
comparison check

against criminal records.

- And?

- Well, none of the prints
belong to anyone with a record.

(suspenseful music)

(paper rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(file rustling)

- We'll be in touch, Mr. Briant.

- That's it?

- For the moment.

(suspenseful music)

(door closing)

- It's criminal.

You're playing with
people's emotions,

(crosstalk)

- Find that knife.

Find it.

(suspenseful music)

(door closing)

(suspenseful music)

(glass clinking and
liquid pouring)

(suspenseful music)

(Hugh shouting)
(glass shattering)

(birds chirping)

(phone ringing)

- Superintendent Lucas' office.

Oh, yes, doctor.

Yes, I see.

Thank you, sir.

It's the hospital.

- Well?

- The doctor reckons 11,
11:30 at the earliest.

- Hmm.

- Well, you'll have to tell him.

- Of course, I will.

Later.

- He crossed me.

He crossed me!

(phone ringing)

(Hugh sighing)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

- [Burglar] I see you
got your name

in the papers, Mr. Briant.

- [Hugh] It's you.

You filthy rotten...
- Well, you've gotta be

alone, Mr. Briant.

You wouldn't be saying things
like that if you weren't.

- Now, look.

Where are you?

Where are you and who are you?

- Where I am doesn't matter.

As for who I am, I'm the
boy who's got you

by the throat, Mr. Briant.

I also have the knife
that k*lled Clorissa,

the knife with your prints
on it and only your prints.

I'm taking very good
care of them, too,

very good care to see
they don't get smudged

or lost or mislaid.

- All right, what do you want?

- What I want...

Well, I'll tell you.

I was pretty mixed
up about that.

(drawer opening)

You see, last night, I
wanted Clorissa,

'cause I really did lover her

and then, when you put
your sickly deal to me,

I wanted to see you sweat.

I wanted to see you behind bars,

'cause I really did love her.

- Love her?

You scum.

You k*lled her.

She was already dead when I
came and found you last night.

- I didn't plan to k*ll her.

Scare her, maybe, but I
didn't plan to k*ll her,

at least not cold blooded-ly
batter away a life like you.

No.

To stick you, that's
what I wanted.

But, that was all very hot
blooded and passionate,

but not anymore, Mr. Briant.

I'm thinking very cool and
collected, now.

- All right, now listen.

- No, you listen.

You don't know my name
or anything about me.

My prints don't mean
anything because I've never

been in trouble with the law.

I'm just a face amongst
10 million faces

and you'll never find me,

but I can find you
any time I want

and I also have the knife.

I have the evidence that
could send you away forever.

You still there?

Hmm?

- Yes, yes, I'm still here.

- Right, now, listen.

They'll sweat you a bit,
but without the knife,

they can't prove a thing
and it'll all blow over

and you'll inherit all
that lovely money

and then, you'll be
hearing from me again,

but this time, we won't be
talking about 45,000, Briant.

Unfortunately, I want
it all, piece by piece.

I mean to have it all.

(suspenseful music)

(heavy breathing through mask)

(water splashing)

(heavy breathing through mask)

(water splashing)

(door closing)

- They searched every inch
of the grounds.

There's no sign of the knife.

That's the report.

(Lucas sighing)

Superintendent Lucas, I
placed a report

on your behavior in this case

before the Chief Superintendent.

I had to, sir.

I'm sorry.

- That's all right, Michael.

I knew you would.

You're a good cop.

Not a bad fellow, either.

You didn't have to tell me.

All right, early 11,
we have a trip to make.

Get a car, would you?

- Hello, Paul.

- Hello, Hugh.

I nearly telephoned you,
but I thought it best

to come straight over as
soon as I heard the news,

which I must confess was
only a short time ago.

I have go the most
appalling hangover.

Terrible news about Clorissa.

Dreadful, dreadful.

I hear you've been down at the
old cop shop for some time.

Talked you the old third
degree, I shouldn't wonder.

You don't mind if I help
myself to a drink, do you?

- No, go ahead.

- Hair of the jolly old
dog, don't you know.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Hugh.

Sorry.

Didn't mean to be jocular,
Clorissa and all that.

Um, one for yourself?

You look as though you need one.

- No, I've had too many already.

- Right.

Yes, just as you wish.

Um...

Hugh, have they any
idea who or why?

- They think it was me.

- Yes.

Mmm.

Well, they would, naturally,
because of the money.

Not that I subscribe to
that, mind you, but...

Hugh, what do you think?

- Her lover.

- Ah.

You know about that.

- Are you saying you knew?

- Yes, Hugh, I must admit,
I did.

Mind you, I disapproved and
I would have told you, Hugh,

but Clorissa made me
swear, made me promise,

and when a gentleman gives
his word to a lady...

- You mean you
discussed it with her?

- It was inevitable.

I mean, I caught them at it.

Well, not actually at it,
but I caught them together.

It was unavoidable.

We bumped into each other,
we physically collided.

He was coming out of their place

and I was walking
down the street,

my mind was on other matters.

As a matter of face, I was
thinking about a rather pretty

little redhead I had met
in a pub, the other...

- Coming out of his place?

His place?

- Well, I assumed it
was his place.

It wasn't a hotel and
I really can't imagine

Clorissa renting an
apartment in that block.

- What block, Paul?

- Which block, Hugh.

Really, you Americans and
English grammar.

- All right, all right.

Which.

Which block.

- Well, that old block of
apartments

down by the old church

in Fulham, old and seedy,
the Wentworth apartments.

That's it.

- I'm gonna have that
drink with you.

- Ah, that's lovely, Hugh.

Nice to see you perking up.

Never say die, eh?

Oh, sorry.

Didn't mean it in that context.

Always putting my foot in it.

- No, your feet are immaculate,
Paul.

Immaculate.

So, you kept your
promise to Clori?

You didn't tell me.

- Well, I never told anyone.

- All right.

You owe me the same promise.

- Eh?

- The same deal.

Paul, I wanna keep Clori's
memory untarnished.

You've just got to promise
me not to tell anyone

what you've told me today.

- All right, I promise...

- Not even to the police.

- Oh, least of all the
dear old fuzz.

They tend to look at a
chap a bit sideways

when he may have imbibed
a soupcon too many.

- To friendship, Paul,
and to promises well kept.

(glasses clinking)

- The car's ready, sir.

Well, wouldn't you have
done the same?

- Perhaps.

I don't know.

I'm different to you, Michael.

- How different?

Look, I had to make that report.

What you have been doing
to Briant is...

- Hugh Briant is a k*ller.

I'd bet on it.

That's the difference
between us, Michael.

I'm a gambling man.

- But, I think a little
does because, you see,

one of those time...

- You'll still be here tomorrow,
Paul.

That's not much of an alibi,

but every little bit helps,
old boy.

(upbeat rock music)

(knocking at the door)

- Who's there?

(upbeat rock music)

I said, who is it?

(upbeat rock music)

(door slamming)

- Max Burns, that's what
it says on the door.

Well, at least you've got a name

and a place where I
can find you.

Now, I have no time to waste,
Max.

I want the knife.

Where is it?

- It's over there,
in the drawer.

- Well, you get it.

(upbeat rock music)

Now, easy.

Take it out of its nice wrapper

and put it on the table,
blade first.

Now, sit down.

(upbeat rock music)

Now, is there anything else here

that would connect you with me?

My name, my phone number,
my address,

did you write that down
or did you memorize it?

- No, I wrote it down, sir.

- Where is it?

- Right there, an address
book over there.

- All right.

All right, I'll check this
whole place out afterwards.

- What do you mean, afterwards?

- There is no connection between
Max Burns and the Briants.

You saw to that, Max, and
that was very, very clever,

but too clever because,
once a blackmailer,

always a blackmailer,
isn't that right, Max?

Well, my friend, you
are dispensable.

You are dispensable.

- [Max] No.

- Goodbye, Max.
(volume of music increasing)

- No, please!
(g*nshots)

(loud, upbeat rock music)

(Hugh chuckling)

- It's blanks, Max.

Blanks.

All I wanted to do was
see you sweat.

- You!

- I just wanted to stick you.

See, you were gonna die anyway,
Max.

Anyway, but not with my g*n.

Nothing to lead them back to me,
see?

(suspenseful music)

Nothing must lead
them back to me.

- I just want to ask you
one question: just one.

- Just soon after 9:30.

I took my sleeping
pills at 9:30.

- Mrs. Briant, you've
already told us that.

You haven't told us yet
who attacked you.

(suspenseful music)

(paper tearing)

(suspenseful music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(footsteps)

- Mr. Briant?

I thought you said that
you didn't know

that your wife had a lover.

Max Burns.

Oh, your wife told us.

- Clorissa?

Now, how can she
possibly tell you?

- That was my ace in the hole,
Mr. Briant.

Your wife's not dead.

She lost a lot of blood,
but she's alive

and she's going to recover.

I owe you an apology, Mr.
Briant.

- [Michael] You're in the clear,
sir.

Your wife has just told
us that it was Max Burns

who attacked her.

- [Lucas] So, you've got
nothing to worry about.

- [Michael] You're off the hook,
sir.

(knocking at the door)

We're pulling him in now.

(suspenseful music)