(dramatic orchestral music)
(stone rumbling)
(ambient music)
(rousing music)
(uptempo music)
(tense dramatic music)
(market chatter)
(tense music)
(kids chatter)
(tense music)
(Arash speaking in
foreign language)
(Arash speaking in
foreign language)
(sarcophagus creaking)
(tense music)
(bottles clanking)
(bottles shattering)
(man groaning)
(tense music)
(tense uptempo music continues)
(tense uptempo music continues)
(uptempo music)
No one else had access
to the crime scene.
No one else had a motive.
I'm afraid my
conclusions in this case
are as cast iron as they come.
Now, do you have anything
to say in your defense?
(Blunder whimpers)
And that is why you're
not coming to dinner.
(Blunder whimpering)
But if you're a good boy,
I'll let you have the other
slipper for breakfast.
(Blunder barks)
Well, there aren't many
places I can go these days
where I'm not recognized.
Anyway, I read the script
and I told him it's
average, but...
Oh, Walter, look the poor dear.
(Walter scoffs)
Well, does the Daily Post
want the good stuff or not?
I think the truth
of Betty Hathaway
is a far more compelling story.
Charming.
Could you read the time?
It's about half four.
Which half?
Half past.
Are you trying to
tell me it's 4:30?
Yes, half past four.
Well, why didn't you say so?
We better scoot.
(cheerful music)
I tell you, Walter,
it's a funny thing
when you realize you're famous.
One minute you're
quite ordinary,
able to go anywhere you want,
and the next you're famous.
- You can't go anywhere-
- So famous.
[Betty] Without
people stopping you,
people asking you for things.
Ah, Miss Hathaway.
Robert, darling.
A fruitful afternoon.
Oh, I'll need a new suitcase
just to get all this home.
That soak was simply precious.
It's a souk, not a soak.
Yes, as I said.
Ms. Sharawi.
Mr. Cunningham,
continuing to capture
the beating heart of Cairo.
Ah, there's beauty
everywhere I look.
Walter, you're making me blush.
Please be seated.
Is Meghan not with you?
She peeled off sometime
after the third stall.
But she did assure us she'd be
with us at five o'clock.
The Nile will dry up
before my daughter arrives
as promised.
And yet, Papa, here I am.
Ah.
The Nile is safe
for another day.
Well, let's hope it
sees out the week.
Robert, are we
expecting a sixth?
We are. A special
guest is to join us.
Not someone to
upstage me, I hope.
You know her, Walter.
She made headlines
across Britain
when she solved the
Lewis Findley m*rder.
Miranda Green is
to dine with us?
[Miranda] The one and only.
And ladies and
gentlemen, may I present.
Ms. Miranda Green.
Good evening, Ambassador.
Everyone.
This is my daughter, Meghan.
[Miranda] Pleasure.
Miss Betty Hathaway.
Oh, the star of
the "Blue Canary."
How exciting. I saw
it just last month.
Okay, she can stay.
Mr. Walter Cunningham,
the Daily Post
here to cover the Cairo
exploits of Miss Hathaway.
I'm familiar with your work.
Like yours, Ms. Green.
And Leila Sharawi,
my translator.
Well, thank you, Ambassador.
I must admit I'm
a little daunted
to be dining in such
a esteemed company.
Well, not more daunted surely
than the last time you
were invited to dine
with a bunch of strangers.
Look how that
worked out for you.
Fame! Glory!
m*rder.
A man died, Ambassador.
Oh, please call me Robert.
My apologies.
My late mother was the only one
who could tolerate my father's
twisted sense of humor.
Well, the only k*ller
here is the shawarma, honey.
So, what brings you
to Cairo, Ms. Green?
Miranda, please.
Well, as Robert said, I had
quite the experience back home,
followed by an awful
lot of attention.
I owned a small
floristry shop, you see?
So I was very easy to find,
especially by the press.
Vultures, all of them.
We're not all bad.
Oh gosh.
No offense intended.
None taken. (Chuckles)
Please, continue.
Well, I thought
I better get away
to start a new
chapter of my life.
So I sold the shop and thought,
why not come and
see the pyramids?
On your own?
What an adventure.
Don't you go getting any ideas.
Well, I'm not entirely alone.
I have my dog Blunder with me.
Let's have one of mine.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
Good job Leila's here.
You'd think I'd have picked
up a word or two by now,
but not a sausage.
(group chuckles)
(body thuds)
(n*zi soldier speaking
in foreign language)
(rhythmic disturbing music)
(hooves clacking)
(tense dramatic music)
I was robbed at the
Oscars last year.
I mean.
I said to my agent, don't
worry, there's next year.
And the year after.
May I?
Oh, certainly.
(camera shutter clicks)
(Miranda chuckles)
Miranda, I simply must ask.
Abbott Island. All the
unpleasantness aside,
how did you solve it?
Well, I was always
a curious child
and I've had that curiosity with
all the mystery novels
I could get my hands on.
And I always had what my mother
called an absolute memory.
How wonderful.
In truth, I think
she found it a curse.
Nobody likes a
know-it-all. (Chuckles)
So, you remember
everything you see?
See, hear, read, write. Yes.
Hmm.
I'd like to see that
if you'll indulge us.
Walter, what are you up to?
Miranda, please take a
look at these photographs
and tell me once you
have them memorized.
Hey Walter, you told
me you'd burn that.
Oh, you did manage to get
the market, I'm so glad.
[Robert] The embassy gardens.
Dandy looked after
those fiercely.
Oh, indeed, he
gives you an earful
if you even step
near his hibiscus.
Well, not that I know
what abuse he's hurling.
Leila tells me after.
Okay. Ready.
Ah.
In the first photo,
what was the man on the
right wearing on his feet?
Trick question, he was barefoot,
but the man on the
left wore sandals.
(intriguing music)
[Meghan] Wow.
(Walter chuckles)
Next, what was on
sale on the store
third from the left
on the back row.
Shisha pipes and tobacco.
Left of the store
selling spices,
but right of the store
selling headscarves.
(intriguing music)
Oh.
(Meghan chuckles)
[Walter] Who is in
the final photograph
who also sits with us
at this very table.
But Walter, it's only the
garden in that photograph.
(intriguing music)
In the back of the photo
to the right of the frame,
there's a leg leaving the shot,
and that leg belongs
to Miss Betty Hathaway.
Walter, boundaries, please.
(Walter chuckles)
[Meghan] How do you
know it's Betty?
Well, her leg can just be seen,
but if I'm not mistaken,
she's wearing the very
same footwear right now.
(foot thuds)
Wow. (Group clapping)
Well done.
You know, I met with Hitchcock
for the lead in his new
picture, "The 39 Steps."
Didn't check my shoe size once.
Cup size on the other hand.
But you didn't meet with
Hitchcock for "The 39 Steps."
Excuse me?
I read an interview last week.
Hitchcock only wanted
Madeline Carroll
as the lead in "The 39 Steps"
so he never would've
met you for it.
Are you calling
me a liar, Green?
(awkward music)
I'm sure Miranda didn't
mean to cause any offense.
And yet here we are.
I've never been
very good at knowing
what not to say in
social situations.
I've always said things as I
see them, without thinking.
I suppose that's why I'm happier
in the company of
my dog, Blunder.
Your dog?
Well, I know it sounds silly,
but in him all I see
is a loyal companion.
Intentions clear.
People are just so complicated.
Look, I'm very sorry, Betty,
but honestly it could
have been any one of you.
Well.
Lucky me to catch
the b*llet this time.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
Dear God, interrupt away.
[Maggie] Is
everything all right?
It is now thanks
to you, as always.
I know it's late, but I wanted
to deliver these messages.
One to Mr. Cunningham
and one to you.
Sure this could have
waited till the morning.
[Walter] Thank you, Ms. Hand.
Another one from David.
I'll read and respond directly.
Of course. I'll head home.
Goodnight, everyone.
[Robert] Ah.
(paper rustling)
Oh.
Says here, all our
wine is on the house
owing to our having a
film star in our midst.
(giggles) How marvelous.
Thank you again for
dinner, Ambassador.
I really did enjoy myself.
The pleasure is
ours, Miss. Green.
(car revving)
(gentle music)
Good evening, Samir.
Anything to report?
La, Ambassador.
Quite nice at the embassy.
(speaking in foreign language)
Well, I must pop to my office.
I too have a matter to attend to
before retiring for the night.
No rest for the wicked.
And oh you get no
rushing from me.
I enjoyed that free
wine a little too much.
Do you require anything
else this evening, Ms. Murray?
No, thank you, Samir.
You can head home for the night.
(eerie music)
[Betty] Did I ever tell
you about the time,
oh, that Laurel
and Hardy chased me
for a role in "Duck Soup."
Oh, now there's a story.
Oh my God.
So I was meant to be doing
this film with Clark Gable
about, oh, about
a singing octopus.
[Robert] Oh, Mamoud,
dear God, man.
Ambassador.
Ah, fine thing for
my security chief
to be the death of me.
My apologies, sir.
No harm done.
Now, Leila is just returning
from seeing a
guest to her hotel.
Perhaps you'd be kind
enough to wait out for her.
Very well, I shall see to
Ms. Sharawi's safe return
and then secure the
premises for the evening.
Good man.
I'm just going to read for a bit
and then turn in
for a night cap.
(unsettling music)
(suspenseful music)
Yeah. Yes, I understand.
I can do that. I can do that.
Okay. I'll see you soon.
(tense sinister music)
(g*n clicks)
(suspenseful music intensifies)
(crickets chirping)
(Meghan screams)
We need to get Mamoud.
(tense dark music)
Oh my God.
(tense dark music)
(camera rattles)
Don't you dare.
Meghan, my love.
Go back to your room.
Lock the door. Don't leave.
Do you hear?
And go alone.
Hey, what's all the fuss?
Oh, dear God.
Ambassador, are you injured?
It's not my blood.
(tense dark music)
Everyone's to vacate
this room. Now!
- We should call the police.
- No police.
Why not?
We have to do something.
(tense dark music)
(door thuds)
(automobile sputters)
(Blunder panting)
Ms. Green, the ambassador
is in the lounge.
And what of the other
residents and staff?
Everyone is in the
lounge. You will see.
And you are?
I am Samir. I tend
to the embassy.
The caretaker.
Was it you who found the body?
No, I.
Samir was not in the embassy
when we discovered Ms. Hand.
Thank you, Samir.
I would escort Ms.
Green and her companion
to the ambassador, this way.
I don't believe we've
been introduced.
No, we have not.
Ms. Green has
arrived, Ambassador.
Oh, Ms. Green, thank God.
I know it's late. My
daughter insisted.
Not at all.
But why call me? Where
are the authorities?
We don't need the police
and we certainly don't need you.
Forgive Mamoud, Ms. Green.
He's my head of security,
not hospitality.
Well, so I see.
The reason the police
can't help us is twofold.
One, the embassy is
sovereign British territory
and it's for us to investigate
any crime is committed
here internally.
And two, the British can't
afford a scandal in Cairo
with tensions in the
region being as they are.
Which is lucky you're here.
Ambassador, I'm quite capable.
Mamoud, it's been decided.
Well, I will do all I can.
I take it the body
has not been moved
nor the scene disturbed.
Well there I apologize.
I was upset when
I, when I found her
and I did touch the body.
Her?
Maggie Hand. You
met her earlier.
I'm so sorry.
Well, first I will need
to see the crime scene.
Wait here in the lounge.
I will return to
take statements.
Mm. Ah.
Ack!
Mr. Shoukry, please, lead
me to the crime scene.
(Mamoud speaking in
foreign language)
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
(tense music)
(door creaks)
(tense music)
Mr. Shoukry, your sniffing
and scoffing is helping no one.
Is your problem that your
authority is being questioned
or merely that I am a woman?
Both, but mainly that
you're an amateur.
Well, considering
you're head of security
and there's been a
m*rder on your watch,
we may be on more similar
ground than you think.
Forgive me.
Now, neither of us are helping.
Wait here, please.
(sorrowful music)
(Miranda sniffing)
What are you doing?
A scent.
Honey with juniper.
(tense intriguing music)
What does it say?
I think I'll keep that
to myself for now.
I don't yet know who to trust.
(tense intriguing music)
Well, it wasn't me if
that's what you're thinking.
I've searched every
room in this embassy.
Mine is the only g*n here.
Okay, I've seen enough.
(tense music fades)
Well, have you cracked it?
It's a bit premature for that,
but I have surveyed the scene
and I know where to begin
my line of inquiry.
And where is that?
I have a few questions
for you all tonight
before the real work
begins in the morning.
But first of all, each of you,
where were you when
you heard the g*nsh*t?
(intriguing music)
Uh, didn't hear a g*nsh*t.
Me either.
It appears none of us did.
Well, then that means I can
rule out Mr. Shoukry's firearm
as the m*rder weapon.
How so?
Well, his is a 32
caliber revolver
known to suppress very poorly.
More importantly, it was
a nine millimeter b*llet
that k*lled Ms. Hand,
fired from a g*n
that cannot be found.
(tense intriguing music)
Now my second question
is for you, Mr. Shoukry.
I saw that the gates had to
be unlocked when I arrived.
Is the entire embassy
secured each night?
Yes, there's no way in or out
once we are locked
down for the night.
The safety of the
ambassador and his guest
is our top priority.
It seems strict,
but there has been a rise
of anti-British
sentiment of late.
One can't be too careful.
Who was on the
premises after lockdown?
Everyone here.
I see.
Wait. What?
A m*rder has been committed
and the m*rder*r
is in this room.
(chuckles) You seriously
believe that one of us
decided to k*ll some secretary?
Maggie. Her name is, was Maggie.
A nice gesture.
But it was clear you held
no affection for her.
I liked her fine.
All right, I didn't, but
I didn't want her dead.
Your father and Maggie
were very close.
Their companionship
was painful for you
after your mother died.
You had Maggie,
she supported you.
I needed support too.
Meghan, I'm so sorry.
The point I'm trying to make is
I can't rule any one of
you out as the k*ller.
Therefore, I'm going
to need everyone
to remain in the embassy until
I finish my investigation.
(scoffs) Wait, you
can't keep us here, honey.
No, I cannot.
But he can.
How do you know he didn't do it?
I'm fairly certain he didn't.
Fairly certain.
And now I must ask something
rather unpleasant
of each of you.
Oh, you're nothing
but unpleasant.
You must all show me
exactly where you were
when the alarm was raised.
(soft tense music)
I was reading when I
heard noises in here.
My room is just along the hall.
I came out to see
what was going on
and when I saw her,
I ran to her side desperately
hoping it wasn't real.
I took her in my arms,
she was still warm.
The next thing I knew
Meghan was screaming.
Excuse me, Ambassador,
but you say you held
her in your arms.
Yes, all of it.
Well, you must have changed
clothes before I arrived.
There's not a single
drop of blood on you.
Well, you didn't expect
me to parade around in.
It was merely an observation.
But I should like to
see those clothes.
Yes, of course.
Mamoud, if you would
there on my bed.
And Meghan, you saw your father
from the doorway as described.
The hallway.
Excuse me.
I saw him from the hallway,
but yes, as he described.
And what brought
you to the hallway?
It wasn't a g*nsh*t after all.
Right? Yes.
I was, I was returning
from downstairs.
I was still feeling
rather crossed from dinner
and went for a walk
around the gardens.
And the door to the
office was fully open
- or ajar?
- Ajar. Halfway.
Enough for me to see the
I see.
And where were you three
when you heard the screams?
I was in my room
checking on the photos I
developed earlier today.
I was also in my room.
Asleep?
Yes.
And Miss Hathaway,
in bed asleep also?
Not me.
[Miranda] Where were you?
I was in the kitchen
getting meat for my mask.
You're what?
Oh, you think this
is easy to maintain.
Ladies, help me out here.
I believe it's "The
Art of Feminine Beauty"
by Helena Rubinstein that
suggests sleeping in a mask
of raw meat is a way
to stay looking young.
That explains Blunder's
fascination with you earlier.
Well, that or my
animal magnetism.
Meghan, did you see Betty
out of her room at any point?
No.
And Ms. Hathaway, did
you see Meghan on her walk?
No.
There are two route to the
kitchen from her quarters.
One passes the office.
Hey, chuckles. What
are you saying?
I'm well aware of all
routes, Mr. Shoukry.
Where were you when
you heard the screams?
In my room, preparing to sleep.
Sleeping on the job more like.
Enough, both of you.
Had enough bloodshed
for one night.
Let us continue in the lounge,
away from this awful scene.
You don't need us to reenact
our journeys to the office.
We walked past your
quarters on the way here.
I know the layout
well enough by now.
As well as how long it
takes each one of you
to walk to and from each room.
Come, everyone, let's play
m*rder mystery in the lounge.
Mr. Shoukry, the clothes please.
(subtle string music)
Before we go any further,
there is one clue I haven't
shared with you yet.
(paper rustling)
Do you recognize the document
this piece is from, Ambassador?
Where did you find that?
[Miranda] That's a yes.
Is that German?
That is a confidential
document that was in my safe.
It details pro-n*zi activities
that have taken place in Egypt
since the new
chancellor took power.
Nazis?
In Egypt?
Egypt has become a hub.
Cairo in particular.
Some Western and Egyptian
elites in the city
believe Hitler's politics
could stabilize the region.
Ambassador, you said this
was locked in your safe.
Tell me, who has
the combination?
Myself and Maggie.
(Walter clears throat)
Well, someone has to say it.
Could she have been a n*zi spy?
Don't you dare.
Gentlemen, please.
I have all I need to get
started in the morning.
Why don't we all get some rest?
You mean we have to stay here
with a m*rder*r amongst us?
Seems we have little choice.
Well, I do and
I'm going to stay.
If that's possible.
Of course.
We have plenty of room.
Papa!
Well, it's settled.
Mag...
Leila, would you
ensure that Ms. Green
has everything she needs?
Yes, Ambassador.
I will see you all at breakfast
and we can discuss it then.
Mr. Shoukry, I assume
you will ensure
no one leaves the
embassy for the night.
Samir and I will take shifts.
And now that I have
surveyed the scene,
I think it would be wise
to store the body elsewhere
before the sun comes up
along with the ambassador's
stained garments.
Shall be done.
Goodnight, Mr. Shoukry.
I'm entrusting you
with all of us.
(low ominous music)
Habibi, You should not be
walking around alone.
Not after everything
that's happened tonight.
Why do you think I'm here?
Now neither of us are alone.
(Dandy speaking in
foreign language)
(Samir speaking in
foreign language)
(Dandy speaking in
foreign language)
My, my, what's all
the fuss about?
Someone has trampled
on his hibiscus.
(Samir speaking in
foreign language)
Sorry to be a bother,
but could one of you
watch Blunder for me?
Here.
What's an odd fellow?
He only loves
flowers and animals.
He just hates people.
I can sympathize to a degree.
Oh, and the British.
He hates the British,
But he likes the garden.
Gosh.
- Go away, okay?
- Okay.
See?
Makes friends wherever he goes.
Can I escort you to
the patio, Ms. Green?
I see we all feel well-rested.
It's hard to sleep well
with a rotting
corpse down the hall.
Ms. Hathaway, please.
No, I only meant
I'm sure she's fine
but she's not fine because
she's dead, obviously.
- But-
- I had also Mamoud
to move Maggie's body to
a more suitable place.
Myself and Samir moved her
to the embassy
mortuary last night.
- [Meghan] I'm sorry.
- We have a mortuary?
It's for the British citizens
who pass in the country.
We keep them here until
they can be sent back.
Of course, we shall have
to inform Maggie's family.
- Did she have a family?
- She never mentioned one.
There's a sister
back in Dartmouth.
Such sad news to deliver.
I shall send the
telegram myself.
I contacted London this morning
to inform McDonald of the m*rder
and keep him abreast
of our investigation.
Prime Minister?
They have dispatched an
inspector from Scotland Yard
but for now the case is yours.
All eyes on you, Green.
No one present during the m*rder
will leave the
grounds until then.
Unless I solve the
case before that.
Now, prisoners as
well as suspects.
We simply can't afford
a diplomatic incident.
If the k*ller is able to go
free, I shall not exempt myself.
I too will remain
on the grounds.
I was all souked out anyway.
Mamoud, please escort
me to Maggie's room.
Perhaps we can learn of
something useful there.
Oof, the tension
between those two.
Am I right?
Did she always lock her room?
No.
I thought it best to keep
anyone from entering before us.
Hmm. Very sensible, Mr. Shoukry.
I know.
(door knob rattles)
(door slams)
It seems Maggie and the
ambassador were very close.
How long did they work together?
Certainly for a time
before they came to Egypt.
He liked to say that Maggie was
the longest relationship
he has ever had,
after his wife.
Hopefully not in
earshot of Meghan.
It's just it's not very homely
for someone who's
been here a long time.
She must have moved
all her things
to her residence
outside of the embassy.
This room was hers.
On occasion she was
required to stay on site.
And was last night
one of those occasions?
I don't believe so.
What have we here?
For power cuts maybe.
An offsite residence, you say.
Any luck?
Mr. Shoukry informs
me that Maggie
had a home outside the embassy.
I'd like to visit there.
If you think that's necessary.
Absolutely not.
No one should
leave the premises.
A measure intended to keep
possible suspects
on the grounds.
We should wait
for the inspector.
Surely you're not suggesting
that I k*lled Maggie Hand
then instantly
materialized in my hotel
in time to receive your
request to solve her m*rder.
She's right, Mamoud.
It makes no sense
to keep her here.
Fine.
I will drive her then.
No one present for the
m*rder can leave the embassy,
that includes you.
Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't
want anyone slipping away
while escorting me
around the city.
You know many
things, Madame Green,
but you do not know Cairo.
And you do not know me.
Enough.
Ms. Green will see Maggie's
residence unaccompanied.
I'll have my driver
prepare the Rolls-Royce.
Thank you, Ambassador
but the Rolls-Royce
might be a bit much.
Surely you're not suggesting
that you will drive yourself.
An address and a taxi is
all I need, Mr. Shoukry.
Now be a dear.
(Meghan coughs)
(upbeat music)
(kids chatter)
(automobile sputtering)
(upbeat music in car)
One oh eight
There it is.
Stop!
Hang on.
I'll head home.
Goodnight, everyone
(intriguing music)
(automobile sputtering)
Follow that car.
(taxi driver speaking
in foreign language)
(car revs)
(suspenseful music)
(intriguing music continues)
(intriguing music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Wait here, please.
(camel grunting)
(intriguing music)
(floor vreaks)
(wood thudding)
(Rula shouting in
foreign language)
(tense music)
Hey!
(Rula shouting in
foreign language)
Start the car!
Hey! Start the car!
(car revs)
(intense music)
(taxi driver shouting
in foreign language)
(tense dramatic music)
Well, this is far from ideal.
(tense dramatic music)
(automobiles sputtering)
(tense dramatic music)
(horn blaring)
(Rula shouting in
foreign language)
(Rula shouting in
foreign language)
(tense music)
(tense intriguing music)
Maggie was a n*zi?
(taxi driver shouting
in foreign language)
My car!
Probably best to walk from here.
(taxi driver shouting
in foreign language)
(Dandy speaking in
foreign language)
You, who was that woman
talking to you at the gate
and why has she just
chased me all over Cairo?
Mm.
You watch him for me, Blunder.
Where on earth
did you find this?
It came from Maggie's suitcase,
which was taken from her home
by the person who chased
me all over Cairo for it.
You're pursued? By whom?
I knew I should
have gone with you.
All's well that ends
well, Mr. Shoukry.
As for who, I don't
know but Dandy might.
So please make sure he
doesn't leave the embassy
before I get a chance
to speak with him.
Dandy?
Of course.
The British Embassy
was infiltrated
by a German national.
Have you any idea what'll
happen when London finds out?
I have more immediate questions?
Such as?
Such as why did the
person who m*rder*d Maggie
not reveal themselves?
Assuming their motivation
was her unmasking
and why steal the document
detailing n*zi activities?
Ms. Green, I am at a loss.
What worries me is that
I think you might be too.
(foreboding music)
Oh my God, is that.
We have a n*zi
sympathizer among us
here, now.
What? One of us?
Who and why?
I don't know, but I
intend to find out, today.
Ambassador, did Maggie ever
speak of her politics with you?
You mean, was she the type
to keep n*zi literature hidden
in a secret compartment?
No, Ms. Green. Never.
She was a patriot and I
shan't hear otherwise.
Secret compartment?
What is going on?
Did she ever discuss
it with anyone?
(foreboding music)
Well, we once talked
about the Egyptian politics,
but I thought it was a
harmless conversation.
Go on.
She was interested in the new
political parties in Cairo.
Fascists like the
Young Egypt Party
and fringe anti-fascists
like the Children of Giza.
But she showed no
leaning either way.
Running out of ideas, Green.
Actually, I'm full of them,
which is why I can't
yet rule anyone out.
You can't possibly suspect me.
Ms. Hathaway, we know you
didn't turn down Hitchcock,
but you did recently
refuse another role.
The Egyptian Gazette reported
that you shall not appear
in "The Mad Dog of Europe"
despite being offered the lead.
May I ask why?
What's "The Mad Dog of Europe?"
It's a political film.
It's a film deriding the n*zi's
belief in Aryan supremacy.
Not a film to star
in if one were
sympathetic to that
way of thinking.
"The Mad Dog" would've
ended my career.
It's business, not politics.
No one in Hollywood wants to
risk being associated with it.
Every picture I have been in
has packed German theaters.
If I starred in "The Mad Dog,"
the German market would never
distribute my films again.
True, Betty Hathaway.
Well, Walter.
Do I look like a believer
in the Third Reich?
No, but you do wear a bracelet
with a swastika charm on it.
(sinister music)
(Walter sighs)
The swastika is a Hindu symbol
for prosperity and good fortune.
The Nazis have
poisoned its meaning.
It was a gift from a close
friend at university,
a fellow misfit if you follow.
Mm, then why remove it?
Because despite its
sentimental value,
my discomfort of what
the symbol has now become
has made it harder
for me to wear it.
And now with all this, it
seemed as good a time as any
to put it away,
probably for good.
What of the note that Maggie
brought to you at dinner?
I mean Maggie was m*rder*d
a short while later.
Did she see something in the
note that she shouldn't have?
No, of course not.
It was a call from London.
An opportunity had
arisen for me to sh**t,
photograph the
Egyptian royal family.
There's talk of the king
being unwell, gravely so.
That's quite the scoop.
Pity.
You know, king loves
me, he's a big fan.
Sure is.
It's true.
Why do you think I'm in Egypt?
Yes, that is quite the scoop
and one with very serious
security implications
regarding access to
the royal family.
Very valuable access.
Valuable to me, yes.
Do you have any idea how
hard I've had to work,
how much I've had to swallow
to be where I am today?
A story like this could change
my career, change my life!
Believe me when I say
there is no amount
anyone could pay me for
it, especially the Nazis.
I had to ask, you understand.
And Ambassador, I
know you won't tell us
the exact contents
of that document,
but it's safe to say it's
something someone would pay for.
A lot. Yes.
Perhaps enough to help a
young lady start a new life
or while murdering
someone she hated anyway.
Miranda, surely
you don't believe
I'd k*ll for my own flat.
Well, all theories
must be considered.
No, you leave her alone.
And finally, Ms. Sharawi,
why would Maggie ask you
for your political expertise,
perhaps given she knew
you share a surname
with Huda Sharawi,
the founder of Egypt's
feminist political movement?
She knew you would
be quite the radical.
Excuse me?
- How do you know-
- First the British,
now the Nazis.
A woman of your convictions
might do anything
to stop a foreign power
taking route in Egypt.
It's true, living under the
British has been bad enough.
Ms. Sharawi?
Despite my loyalty to the
Murrays and my country,
I'm not a k*ller.
Ms. Green, you've now
barked up several trees
and I'm afraid we are no closer
to identifying our k*ller.
I thank you for your efforts.
Perhaps it's time to admit that
this mystery is beyond you.
I'm not giving up
yet, Ambassador.
Do you still wish
to speak with Dandy?
Yes. Thank you, Mamoud.
Will you wait here
with the others?
I'll come with you.
Oh, actually, it's Leila I need
for this particular
conversation.
(tense music)
She's a piece of work, huh?
She's just doing her job.
Oh, sweetie.
It ain't her job.
Yes, it is.
(tense music)
Leila, please ask Dandy
who the woman at the
gate earlier was.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
(Blunder whimpers)
He really is a
sweetheart, isn't he?
Thank you for watching him.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
(Dandy speaking in
foreign language)
He keeps trying to get into
my flowers, but I don't mind
because I know he doesn't
know what he's doing.
Oh.
I think you and I are
kindred spirits after all.
We both agree, animals
are better than people.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
I was chased today, Dandy.
I was afraid and I was alone.
All I want is to
understand who did this.
That way I can
leave with Blunder
knowing you're all safe.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
(Leila continues speaking
in foreign language)
(Dandy speaking in
foreign language)
I don't know who that woman
is and that's the truth.
She asked me about Maggie and
I said I didn't know anything
and just tend the garden.
Perhaps I'm not the
detective I hope to be.
Tell him I think his
gardens are beautiful.
I just wish I'd seen them
under better circumstances.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
Tell him I believe him.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
(Dandy speaking in
foreign language)
If it helps, he did
see a strange light
coming from one of the
windows last night.
(Leila speaking in
foreign language)
Of course.
I think this is the
flickering light
that Dandy saw last night,
and I believe it was
Maggie sending a signal.
To who?
Someone outside the embassy.
I'm starting to wonder if
Maggie was really a n*zi at all
or if it was something
here related to the Nazis
that led to her m*rder.
(distant thud)
(suspenseful music)
Mr. Shoukry.
I'll fetch him. Go!
(suspenseful music)
Who are you looking for?
(Miranda whistles)
(Blunder barks)
Hey.
He used to be a hunting dog.
Maybe old habits die hard.
(Blunder barking)
It's not a real cat, Blunder.
Better have, so we should
take him out the theater.
(Blunder barks)
Wait. Blunder, you
smart old hound.
Oh, thank God.
He bolted from the patio.
I gave chase as best I could.
No man catches a dog.
Do you still have
that photograph
of the garden you
showed me at dinner?
Yeah. I have it
right here actually.
Ah!
You see? (Chuckles)
What do you notice?
[Walter] Hedges?
A flower bed?
Look at the statue of
Bastet, the Egyptian goddess.
The head's turned.
(latch clicking)
(metal thuds)
(stone wall rumbling)
It is automated.
Well, then we
better move quickly.
Walter, look after Blunder.
You're going down there?
You have no idea where it leads.
Well, then it's a good thing
I have a trained g*nman
with me, right Mamoud?
I am with you.
(gear creaks)
(stone wall rumbling)
What do I tell the others?
Tell them I'll be
back in a jiffy.
(stone wall rumbling)
Well, no turning
back now, I suppose.
What is it?
There's something about these.
They're automobile.
We must be under the road
heading towards the souk.
Wait.
- What is it? What-
- Look,
You do indeed have sharp eyes.
Mr. Shoukry, have
you finally found me
to be a capable detective?
Please call me, Mamoud.
Miranda.
It's nice to finally meet you.
Thank you. Madame Miranda.
Right, then, best foot forward.
(footsteps plodding softly)
(drink fizzes)
(music on stereo)
Did they find them?
No, but Miranda found a
hidden tunnel in the garden
behind the Bastet
if you turn his head
and she and Mamoud
are following it
to see if they can catch
who is fleeing the embassy.
What?
(suspenseful music)
(sarcophagus door creaks)
Where are we?
I don't know.
Stay behind me.
(suspenseful music)
Interesting.
(suspenseful music continues)
They're gone.
We will find them.
(pensive music)
(shoppers chattering)
Madame Miranda, this
bazaar trades in treasures
unearthed at a specific
site in the desert.
A dig site.
Specific you say.
The desert hides many
secrets, Madame Miranda.
Perhaps we should try to
unearth one for ourselves.
(string music)
(string music continues)
(camel grunting)
(string music)
(camels grunting)
(camel grunts)
I've never ridden
a camel before.
Neither have I.
What?
Because I'm Egyptian, I must
ride camels all the time?
So you do smile.
Tell no one.
The camels should be
out of sight here.
Shall we?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
Look? Oh.
What is it?
I now wonder if it was
wise to bring you here.
Oh, Mamoud, we were
doing so well. (Screams)
Madame Miranda, this
will be dangerous.
Well, then it's fortunate
I have you with
me then, isn't it?
The risk is all mine.
Come too far to sit out now.
Fine.
But let me lead.
(tense intriguing music)
(n*zi soldiers speaking
in foreign language)
(tense suspenseful music)
(n*zi officer speaking
in foreign language)
Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
- Heil Hitler.
(tense menacing music)
So it's true.
The Nazis are in Cairo.
(tense menacing music)
Mausers.
It appears the Nazis
have plans for Egypt
and they're not peaceful.
(g*n c*ck)
Look.
This is Abdeen Palace.
It's the main residence
of the royal family.
Walter mentioned that
the king might be unwell.
If something were
to happen to him,
who's next in line?
His son, Farouk, but
he's only 14 years old.
Those soldiers, the clothing,
I think the Nazis might
have another future in mind
for the young prince.
Indeed.
Samir?
What is the meaning of this?
I had a feeling
we'd be seeing you.
Oh, is that so?
You leave a distinct
trail, not unlike a snake.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, careful.
Throw me the g*n.
Is that a nine
millimeter by any chance?
And a sil*ncer?
Maggie. It was you?
Cuff yourselves around the pot.
(Samir speaking in
foreign language)
Now!
Why Samir?
Change is coming
to Egypt, Mamoud.
First the British,
now the Germans.
I would tell you to choose
a side, but you already did,
as have I and they pay better.
They're planning to kidnap
the prince, aren't they?
Hmm. Goodbye, Ms. Green.
You're not going to
k*ll us yourself?
I don't want to leave a mess
for my new friends to clean up.
Besides, Ms. Green
they may want to keep.
You Mamoud probably not.
(Samir speaking in
foreign language)
(Mamoud speaking in
foreign language)
Maybe if we lift it together.
Oh.
(g*nshots)
(tense music)
(Samir thuds)
Are you hurt?
You?
You know this man?
That's the man in the docks.
Well, then I'm not
sure we're saved.
[Rula] Cristal, we must hurry!
What is taking so long?
You too?
I've sent to Marcus
to warn the palace.
Who are you people?
When we're safe I'll
tell you everything.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
The Nazis have been ceased.
But who are you?
We're the Children of Giza,
family bonded by our cause.
An Egyptian anti-n*zi
group led by an Englishman?
We come from all
over, Britain, Egypt.
We even have a German.
But how did you know
about that camp?
We've been monitoring
the Nazis for some time
but the situation
has deteriorated
in the last 24 hours.
Maggie's m*rder.
A few weeks ago,
she contacted us
to say she suspected a n*zi
accomplice inside the embassy.
She asked for time to
confirm her suspicion.
Yesterday she said she had proof
and asked to meet one of our
group in secret last night.
Proof?
The g*ns trafficked into Cairo,
right under the
British embassy's nose.
Samir.
Arash, our man,
he was caught by Samir,
k*lled and disposed of
by his n*zi friends.
We knew we'd lost Arash,
but we didn't know what
happened to Maggie.
Or if she sold us out.
Which is why you were
snooping around the embassy
and Maggie's home.
We wanted to help
Maggie out of the country
but when I went to her house,
all I found was a case she'd
packed to take with her.
We were conducting
our own investigation
while you were conducting yours.
I see.
I apologize for
our pursuit of you,
but, well, we just
didn't know who you were.
No offense.
Actually, it makes
for a nice change.
Thank you for exposing how Samir
was smuggling information
out of the embassy
and into the hands of the Nazis.
You've also helped
stop a kidnapping
that would've
devastated the king.
The king has been less than
collaborative with the Nazis.
When news of the King's
illness started to spread,
he reorganized his cabinet
to make it more unified.
He even appointed a
new prime minister,
a known liberal
and democratic man.
Not good for fascists.
They wanted leverage.
They're trying to
soften us up everywhere.
That's why they're
arming dissidents
and stoking uprisings
here and around the world.
Even in Britain itself.
Like the black shirts back home.
Indeed.
You have to give the Nazis
credit for forward-thinking.
w*r is coming and they know it.
But now we have delivered
this information to the police.
The plot is foiled.
The prince is safe.
And you stopped their
accomplice in the embassy.
Perhaps Egypt can breathe
easier now, thanks to you.
Perhaps not.
What? What do you mean?
Samir is dead.
We must return to
the embassy, Mamoud.
There's still one
scandal left to unmask.
(door creaks)
Mamoud!
We got your message about Samir.
Well done.
Well done. I knew you'd
crack it in the end.
Where's Miranda?
She needed to stop by her room.
She should be here momentarily.
And who is this?
Cristal.
I'm a friend of Maggie's.
Oh, what kind of friend?
Ms. Green.
Congratulations and
thank you, all of you.
I feel safer knowing
that Maggie's k*ller
will never harm another.
And Samir, what a rat.
And to think how he evaded
your security measures, Mamoud.
Truly a villain.
I'm going to have
that secret passageway
filled with concrete.
Actually, I don't believe
that's necessary, Ambassador.
He couldn't have entered the
gardens through that tunnel.
What do you mean?
Well, that passageway was
built as an escape route.
It only leads one way.
Once you're inside the
tunnel, there is no way out.
Believe me, I tried.
It is true.
Are you saying
someone let him in?
Maybe he found another way.
Or perhaps he hid on the
premises after lockdown.
The thing is, Ambassador,
I don't believe he did.
Well then how was he able
to get into the
office and k*ll her?
He didn't.
Someone else k*lled Ms. Hand.
Oh Jesus.
What, you mean we're
back to square one?
Oh, will one of you
just fess up already.
Us?
You could have walked
past the office
on your way to the kitchen.
I did not walk past the office.
I took the route that
went past your room.
Maybe you'd have hurt me
if you'd been in there.
Not out for a walk.
You believe Meghan who
alerted us to the crime
could have also committed it.
You seem very sure
it wasn't her.
Maybe it was you.
Oh, I cannot take it anymore.
Actually, I'm fairly
certain I know
where Meghan was at
the time of the m*rder.
You see, the door of
the office was ajar.
She could have only
seen inside the office
if she was indeed
coming from the gardens.
However, we are not back
to square one, not at all.
It's clear that
Maggie was not a n*zi,
which leads us to two questions.
What was on the document
ripped from her fingers
and where is that document now?
Which to search for
a piece of paper,
the embassy is enormous.
Could be anywhere.
Or it's been destroyed
by now, surely.
I don't believe so.
The information was
far too valuable.
Indeed, it was k*lled for.
Hidden then, as none
of us have left.
It must be here somewhere.
I think it is here.
I think it's in the one
place that no one could look.
The safe in the office.
How can that be?
The only person that has
the combination is, is.
Careful, Ms. Green.
Yes, Samir in league
with the Nazis
but he was little
more than a middleman.
They needed someone
higher up the food chain
to ensure their weapons
could be smuggled into Cairo
without search and seizure.
British intelligence
is second to none
and the embassy would've been
made aware of n*zi movements,
which Maggie would've
been privy to.
Nonsense, she passed on
all confidential
information to me.
Usually yes,
but recently she realized
something was afoot in Cairo.
She learned of the
weapon smuggling
going on with your
full knowledge
and turned to the
Children of Giza,
a group she learned of
speaking with Leila.
She knew where the g*ns would be
but also that she had
to tie you to them.
She needed written evidence
as well as the g*ns,
written evidence in the
form of a bank statement.
This is preposterous.
The paper in her hand
said The Reichsbank,
the German National Bank,
and hidden in her suitcase
was a list of account numbers.
I remember when I first
searched your office,
I found your
checkbook on the desk.
Curious that the account
number on your checks
matches one of the accounts
found listed in
Maggie's suitcase.
I believe this bank statement
was proof of payment
to yourself from the Nazis
and perhaps to and from
these other accounts too.
My God, Robert.
With this evidence, she
sent word to the group
that last night
would be the night.
She knew you'd be busy
at dinner with us.
So, she retrieved the
statement from the safe
and planned to meet
Arash at the bazaar.
Only she was too late.
He was discovered
and k*lled by Samir.
I think I'm going to be sick.
She arrived to
find the g*ns gone
and Arash nowhere in sight.
It was there that her clothes
were stained with kyphi,
a distinct smelling
Egyptian perfume,
bottles of which I found
broken all over the bazaar.
This is good.
Awful, awful but good.
Not knowing if she'd
been discovered,
she decided to join us at
dinner to test the water.
You seemed happy to see her,
so she thought all was well.
Her plan was to return
the statement to the safe
and you'd been none the wiser.
Only you were.
In fact, I believe
you received a message
from the waiter during dinner.
This meant there was a
leak in your embassy,
a leak that could
only have been Maggie.
And I believe she went
back to the embassy
and tried to signal Arash,
which was the lights
Dandy saw from the window.
But when he didn't respond,
she hid in her quarters
until she thought
you were all asleep.
She then slipped into the
office where you caught her
trying to return the
document to the safe.
If I k*lled her,
where's the g*n?
Yes, I thought about that.
You only would've had a
moment after the m*rder
before Meghan would've
discovered you.
So either in a panic
or cold efficiency,
you tossed the g*n
from the window
into the flower bed below.
Samir then retrieved
the g*n for you
but was caught in the act by
Dandy and got earful for it.
This is how it came to
be in his possession
when he captured myself and
Mamoud at the n*zi camp.
Of course.
Then of course, the document.
You were able to stash the
g*n, but not the document.
You insisted on changing your
clothes before my arrival.
This bought you enough time
to return it to the
safe undetected.
Papa.
Tell her it's not true.
It's all a mistake. (Whimpers)
Why did you have
to bring her here?
(Meghan whimpers)
I loved her.
You have to understand,
I loved her.
And I didn't mean for
any of this to happen,
and she hadn't found
that wretched book.
The copy of "Mein Kampf."
It's yours.
This is how Maggie
learned of your leanings.
This is all well and
good in theory, Miranda,
but where's your proof?
I stopped by the
safe on my way here.
I wanted to be sure before
presenting my conclusions.
(paper rustling)
But then how did
you open the safe?
The combination was the date
that Robert and Maggie first
arrived at the embassy.
[Betty] I guess you
really did love her.
Papa, you wretch.
I didn't do it just for me.
I did for England
and what's coming.
And for your bank balance.
No doubt others will be
implicated with this document,
also not the only
details contained within.
For now though, we
have our k*ller.
(somber music)
You're coming with
me, Ambassador.
(somber music)
(Miranda chuckles)
Walter. Off to the palace?
Yes, indeed, thanks to Betty.
Turns out the king
really is a big fan.
I never doubted
her for a moment.
(both laughing)
Seriously though, what
a wonderful opportunity.
Congratulations.
Would've been a much
bleaker story without you.
Happy to help.
Back to London?
Yes, after I tie up a
few loose ends here.
Perhaps when I return,
I may call on you.
Perhaps you could.
Actually, I got these
printed up this morning
and I'd be very happy to
offer you the first one.
(gentle music)
(Mamoud clears throat)
Inspector Martin is ready
for you, Madame Miranda.
And not a moment too soon.
(gentle music)
Until next time, Mr. Cunningham.
Until next time, Ms. Green.
Ms. Green, thank you
for delaying your return
to London for me.
Please.
Well, you were quite right.
That banking statement you found
has caused quite
the stir at the art.
More links to the
establishment, I presume.
Right the way to
the top in fact.
You mean, surely not.
A n*zi sympathizer
in the royal family?
The copy of "Mein Kampf"
that you discovered from David,
the ambassador is a childhood
friend of Prince Edward,
known as David to
those closest to him.
The book Maggie discovered
was a gift from Edward.
As you can imagine, it would
be of great embarrassment
to the crown if the entire
truth of your investigation
were to be made public.
Well, there goes the
exclusive I promised Walter.
Oh, I see. (Chuckles)
Am I to be sworn to secrecy?
Well, no, not entirely.
You thwarted a n*zi plot to
kidnap an Egyptian royal,
unmasked n*zi spies
within the embassy,
and King George himself
wishes to thank you
for preserving relations
between our nations.
We merely wish to
keep certain aspects
of the investigation
buried, forever.
Hmm and what will
happen to the ambassador?
I mean, surely any
prosecution would be public.
I'm informed that
he'll be reassigned,
demoted and placed under
indefinite house arrest.
What about the prince?
He's next in line to the throne.
(sentimental music)
I hate politics.
Agreed, but ours is
not to reason why.
That said, the work you've
done here is remarkable
and word has spread
far beyond Cairo.
So, if you were looking to
make a name for yourself,
you've certainly done it.
Kind words, Inspector,
and ones that give me heart.
But I must admit, I'm a
bit disheartened to hear
that exposing the
truth is not enough
to see any man or woman
pay for their crimes,
whoever they may be.
(sentimental music)
I've always believed
shining a light on truth
is how we find a
path to justice.
(sentimental music)
Then again, I've come
to learn that sometimes
there's a time and place for
the truth to come to light.
Your secrets are safe
with me, Inspector.
Your country thanks
you, Ms. Green.
(sentimental music)
(Miranda sighs)
Well, our holiday ended
up in m*rder, Nazis,
secret tunnels, and scorpions.
And with all that, I bet
you thought I'd forgotten.
(Blunder whimpers)
But Miranda Green never forgets.
(sentimental music)
(Blunder growling playfully)
(sweeping music)
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(music fades)
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