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You work it out. You know my shape,
you've stabbed it often enough.
Upstairs. You need a lukewarm
bath and your calcium injection.
And there's a lot more
packing to be done.
It's ridiculous having boat reservations.
The jury may be out for days.
Not on this case, I'm afraid.
It seems too open-and-shut.
I watched when Frau Helm was on
the stand. They didn't like her.
No, but they believed her. They liked
Leonard Vole but they didn't believe him.
And that travel agency business
doesn't help either. Cigar?
No.
- Wilfrid, do you think she lied?
- Well, don't you?
I'm not sure.
I am. She lied. Whether she calls
it Meineid or perjury, she lied.
The only question is why. What's
her game? What is she up to? What?
I hope that in your final speech you
won't become too emotionally involved.
- You must think of your condition.
- He's right.
I want to see you save yourself.
This isn't going to be your last case.
Yes, it is. But until it's over,
I'm still a barrister.
My client's life is at stake.
That's all that matters... his life.
He's entitled to the
best that I can do.
If I can't stand up to make my final
appeal for him, I'll make it sitting down.
If I become short of breath I'll take a pill,
or two pills, or all of them and the box too.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
- Yes?
- WOMAN: This Sir Wilfrid Robarts' place?
- Well, yes, it is.
- Let me talk to the old geezer.
- Who is this speaking, please?
- Never you mind. Let me talk to 'im.
I'm afraid that's impossible. What
is the nature of your business?
It's business all right. I've got
something to sell 'im, I 'ave.
Well, really, madam!
And what I want to sell 'im,
believe me, 'e'll want to buy.
- It's got to do with that Leonard Vole.
- Leonard Vole?
It's about that German wife.
I've got the goods on
her and it's for sale.
This is Wilfrid Robarts speaking.
Now, what is this all about?
Well, hello, ducky.
What is this you said
about Mrs Leonard Vole?
I'm not just saying.
I've got it in black and white.
- You've got what?
- Listen to this carefully, ducks.
I'm at the buffet at Euston Station
at the far end of the bar.
I'll be here for 30 minutes because
that's when me train leaves.
If you want the lowdown on that
German bag, get yourself here.
What lowdown?
What do you know about her?
Uh-uh. Not on the phone.
You'd better get on over here,
and bring plenty of money.
Now, just a moment! Hello? Hello?
That's... bilge. Some drunken crank.
You get those in every murder trial.
Giving me an ultimatum, Euston Station in
30 minutes. Got the lowdown on Mrs Vole.
Balderdash.
I'm too old and too sick to
go on a wild-goose chase.
- Come on, Mayhew.
- Where to, Sir Wilfrid?
Euston Station, where do you think?
Now, sir?
Shortly.
Cigar!
Sir Wilfrid, where are you going?
Your bath, your massage,
your dinner, your injection!
Thank you, Miss Plimsoll.
(TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)
- You wouldn't be Sir Wilfrid, would you?
- I would.
Didn't recognise you without your wig.
Lovely you all look in them wigs.
Two o' yer? I'm not
talking to two o' yer.
This is Mr Mayhew,
Leonard Vole's solicitor.
- Well, that's all right, then.
- And your name, please?
No need for mine. If did give you a name
it mightn't be the right one, might it?
'Ave a drink, boys. Two whiskies
for me gen'lmen friends.
Now what is this information
you allegedly have?
You realise that you're duty-bound to
give any evidence that you might have?
- Come off it. Did you bring any money?
- What is it you have, madam?
Letters. Letters that German wife
of 'is wrote. That's what I've got.
- Letters written to the prisoner?
- To the prisoner? Don't make me laugh.
Poor bleeder, he's been took in by 'er
all right. And these letters prove it.
If we could see these letters, we could
advise you as to how pertinent they are.
Well, I don't expect you...
Well, as I say, I don't expect you to
buy without seeing, but fair's fair.
If these letters get the boy off,
it's £100 for me, right?
If these letters contain information useful
to the defence, I'm prepared to offer £10.
What? Ten bleeding pounds
for letters like these?
Take that piece of glass
out o' yer eye. Good night.
If these help prove my
client's innocence,
£20 should, I think, not be an
unreasonable sum for your expenses.
50 and it's a bargain. That's
if you're satisfied with 'em.
- £40.
- All right, blast yer.
'Ere, take 'em.
Nice little lot there.
How do we know these
are from Mrs Vole?
Oh, she wrote 'em all right.
It's all fair an' square.
I 'ope they fix 'er
good and proper.
I've had messages from Mrs Vole.
It looks like her handwriting.
Good heavens, look at this.
Juicy, ain't they?
- There's one that's even better.
- How did you get hold of these?
What's the difference so long
as she gets what's coming?
- What have you got against her?
- Ha!
I'll give you something
to dream about, mister.
Want to kiss me, ducky?
Ha!
- I didn't suppose you would.
- Christine Vole did that to you?
Not 'er, the chap I was going with. He was
a bit younger than me but I loved 'im.
Then she come along, started seeing 'im
on the sly. Then one day he cleared out.
I found 'em together. I said what I thought
of 'er and he cut me face up proper.
- Did you go to the police about it?
- Who, me? Not likely.
It wasn't 'is fault. It was all 'ers, gettin'
'im away from me, turnin' 'im against me.
But I waited me time to pay
'er back. And it's come now.
I'm deeply sorry, deeply sorry. We'll
make it another £5 for the letters.
'Olding out on me, were yer?
I knew I was being soft with yer.
Cold-blooded vindictiveness.
Read this one.
Unbelievable.
We'd better have the full name of the man
to whom these were addressed, Miss...
Miss, um...
Where is she?
On that train, I should think. Doesn't want
her other cheek slashed. Can't blame her.
- Care for another, sir?
- Hm?
Good idea.
(GAVEL)
Silence!
Be upstanding in court.
All persons who have anything
to do before my lords,
the queen's justices
of oyer and terminer
and general jail delivery for the
jurisdiction of the Central Criminal Court,
draw near and give your attendance.
God save the queen.
Since the defence has called
but one witness, the prisoner,
it has the right to be heard last.
Mr Myers, if you are ready, let us have
the final address for the prosecution.
My lord, members of the jury,
I will be brief in my final speech
because I think we've proved so obvious
a case of murder against Leonard Vole,
that a verdict of guilty must be
the only possible conclusion.
- I will briefly summarise these facts...
- (FOOTSTEPS)
You'd better begin again, Mr Myers.
That is, if Sir Wilfrid is at all
interested in our proceedings.
I am, indeed, my lord. The speech for
the crown, however, is premature.
I ask that the case for the defence be
reopened. And that a witness be recalled.
I most strenuously object to the case
being reopened at this final stage.
Evidence of a startling nature
has come into my possession.
The course my learned friend
proposes is quite unprecedented.
I have anticipated this objection and
can meet it with ample precedent.
There is the king vs Stillman, reported
in the criminal appeal reports of 1926
at page 463.
Also, the king vs Porter in volume one
of the king's bench division reports,
1942 at page 153.
And lastly there is the case
of the king vs Sullivan
in which this issue was raised, which
I'm sure Your Lordship will remember,
since you appeared
for the prosecution.
I did? Oh, yes, before
Mr Justice Swindon.
What is this new
evidence, Sir Wilfrid?
Letters, my lord.
Letters written by Christine Helm.
My lord, the prosecution
continues its objection.
If my memory serves me well,
Your Lordship's similar objection
in the king against
Sullivan was sustained.
Your memory, for once,
serves you ill, Mr Myers.
My objection then was overruled
by Mr Justice Swindon.
As yours is now, by me.
(MUTTERING)
Call Christine Helm.
Christine Helm.
- Christine Helm.
- Christine Helm.
If you still have doubts about Mr Vole, I
wouldn't mind betting you a box of cigars.
Mrs Helm, you appreciate
you are still under oath?
Yes.
- Do you know a man named Max?
- I don't know what you mean.
It's a simple question. Do you or
do you not know a man called Max?
Max? Certainly not.
It's a fairly common name and yet
you've never known a man named Max?
In Germany, perhaps,
but a long time ago.
I shall not ask you to go back that far.
Just a few weeks, to... October 20 last.
- What have you got there?
- A letter.
I suggest that on October 20
- you wrote a letter...
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- ...Addressed to a man named Max.
- I did nothing of the sort.
The letter was but one of a
series written to the same man.
Lies! All lies!
You seem to have been, well, let us
say, on intimate terms with this man.
How dare you say a thing like that?
It isn't true!
I'm not concerned with the general trend
of this correspondence, only one letter.
"My beloved Max, an extraordinary
thing has happened."
"I believe all our
difficulties may be ended."
I will not stand here and
listen to a pack of lies!
That letter's a forgery.
It isn't even my letter paper!
- It isn't?
- No!
I write my letters on small blue
paper with my initials on it.
Like this?
(MUTTERING)
you've stabbed it often enough.
Upstairs. You need a lukewarm
bath and your calcium injection.
And there's a lot more
packing to be done.
It's ridiculous having boat reservations.
The jury may be out for days.
Not on this case, I'm afraid.
It seems too open-and-shut.
I watched when Frau Helm was on
the stand. They didn't like her.
No, but they believed her. They liked
Leonard Vole but they didn't believe him.
And that travel agency business
doesn't help either. Cigar?
No.
- Wilfrid, do you think she lied?
- Well, don't you?
I'm not sure.
I am. She lied. Whether she calls
it Meineid or perjury, she lied.
The only question is why. What's
her game? What is she up to? What?
I hope that in your final speech you
won't become too emotionally involved.
- You must think of your condition.
- He's right.
I want to see you save yourself.
This isn't going to be your last case.
Yes, it is. But until it's over,
I'm still a barrister.
My client's life is at stake.
That's all that matters... his life.
He's entitled to the
best that I can do.
If I can't stand up to make my final
appeal for him, I'll make it sitting down.
If I become short of breath I'll take a pill,
or two pills, or all of them and the box too.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
- Yes?
- WOMAN: This Sir Wilfrid Robarts' place?
- Well, yes, it is.
- Let me talk to the old geezer.
- Who is this speaking, please?
- Never you mind. Let me talk to 'im.
I'm afraid that's impossible. What
is the nature of your business?
It's business all right. I've got
something to sell 'im, I 'ave.
Well, really, madam!
And what I want to sell 'im,
believe me, 'e'll want to buy.
- It's got to do with that Leonard Vole.
- Leonard Vole?
It's about that German wife.
I've got the goods on
her and it's for sale.
This is Wilfrid Robarts speaking.
Now, what is this all about?
Well, hello, ducky.
What is this you said
about Mrs Leonard Vole?
I'm not just saying.
I've got it in black and white.
- You've got what?
- Listen to this carefully, ducks.
I'm at the buffet at Euston Station
at the far end of the bar.
I'll be here for 30 minutes because
that's when me train leaves.
If you want the lowdown on that
German bag, get yourself here.
What lowdown?
What do you know about her?
Uh-uh. Not on the phone.
You'd better get on over here,
and bring plenty of money.
Now, just a moment! Hello? Hello?
That's... bilge. Some drunken crank.
You get those in every murder trial.
Giving me an ultimatum, Euston Station in
30 minutes. Got the lowdown on Mrs Vole.
Balderdash.
I'm too old and too sick to
go on a wild-goose chase.
- Come on, Mayhew.
- Where to, Sir Wilfrid?
Euston Station, where do you think?
Now, sir?
Shortly.
Cigar!
Sir Wilfrid, where are you going?
Your bath, your massage,
your dinner, your injection!
Thank you, Miss Plimsoll.
(TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)
- You wouldn't be Sir Wilfrid, would you?
- I would.
Didn't recognise you without your wig.
Lovely you all look in them wigs.
Two o' yer? I'm not
talking to two o' yer.
This is Mr Mayhew,
Leonard Vole's solicitor.
- Well, that's all right, then.
- And your name, please?
No need for mine. If did give you a name
it mightn't be the right one, might it?
'Ave a drink, boys. Two whiskies
for me gen'lmen friends.
Now what is this information
you allegedly have?
You realise that you're duty-bound to
give any evidence that you might have?
- Come off it. Did you bring any money?
- What is it you have, madam?
Letters. Letters that German wife
of 'is wrote. That's what I've got.
- Letters written to the prisoner?
- To the prisoner? Don't make me laugh.
Poor bleeder, he's been took in by 'er
all right. And these letters prove it.
If we could see these letters, we could
advise you as to how pertinent they are.
Well, I don't expect you...
Well, as I say, I don't expect you to
buy without seeing, but fair's fair.
If these letters get the boy off,
it's £100 for me, right?
If these letters contain information useful
to the defence, I'm prepared to offer £10.
What? Ten bleeding pounds
for letters like these?
Take that piece of glass
out o' yer eye. Good night.
If these help prove my
client's innocence,
£20 should, I think, not be an
unreasonable sum for your expenses.
50 and it's a bargain. That's
if you're satisfied with 'em.
- £40.
- All right, blast yer.
'Ere, take 'em.
Nice little lot there.
How do we know these
are from Mrs Vole?
Oh, she wrote 'em all right.
It's all fair an' square.
I 'ope they fix 'er
good and proper.
I've had messages from Mrs Vole.
It looks like her handwriting.
Good heavens, look at this.
Juicy, ain't they?
- There's one that's even better.
- How did you get hold of these?
What's the difference so long
as she gets what's coming?
- What have you got against her?
- Ha!
I'll give you something
to dream about, mister.
Want to kiss me, ducky?
Ha!
- I didn't suppose you would.
- Christine Vole did that to you?
Not 'er, the chap I was going with. He was
a bit younger than me but I loved 'im.
Then she come along, started seeing 'im
on the sly. Then one day he cleared out.
I found 'em together. I said what I thought
of 'er and he cut me face up proper.
- Did you go to the police about it?
- Who, me? Not likely.
It wasn't 'is fault. It was all 'ers, gettin'
'im away from me, turnin' 'im against me.
But I waited me time to pay
'er back. And it's come now.
I'm deeply sorry, deeply sorry. We'll
make it another £5 for the letters.
'Olding out on me, were yer?
I knew I was being soft with yer.
Cold-blooded vindictiveness.
Read this one.
Unbelievable.
We'd better have the full name of the man
to whom these were addressed, Miss...
Miss, um...
Where is she?
On that train, I should think. Doesn't want
her other cheek slashed. Can't blame her.
- Care for another, sir?
- Hm?
Good idea.
(GAVEL)
Silence!
Be upstanding in court.
All persons who have anything
to do before my lords,
the queen's justices
of oyer and terminer
and general jail delivery for the
jurisdiction of the Central Criminal Court,
draw near and give your attendance.
God save the queen.
Since the defence has called
but one witness, the prisoner,
it has the right to be heard last.
Mr Myers, if you are ready, let us have
the final address for the prosecution.
My lord, members of the jury,
I will be brief in my final speech
because I think we've proved so obvious
a case of murder against Leonard Vole,
that a verdict of guilty must be
the only possible conclusion.
- I will briefly summarise these facts...
- (FOOTSTEPS)
You'd better begin again, Mr Myers.
That is, if Sir Wilfrid is at all
interested in our proceedings.
I am, indeed, my lord. The speech for
the crown, however, is premature.
I ask that the case for the defence be
reopened. And that a witness be recalled.
I most strenuously object to the case
being reopened at this final stage.
Evidence of a startling nature
has come into my possession.
The course my learned friend
proposes is quite unprecedented.
I have anticipated this objection and
can meet it with ample precedent.
There is the king vs Stillman, reported
in the criminal appeal reports of 1926
at page 463.
Also, the king vs Porter in volume one
of the king's bench division reports,
1942 at page 153.
And lastly there is the case
of the king vs Sullivan
in which this issue was raised, which
I'm sure Your Lordship will remember,
since you appeared
for the prosecution.
I did? Oh, yes, before
Mr Justice Swindon.
What is this new
evidence, Sir Wilfrid?
Letters, my lord.
Letters written by Christine Helm.
My lord, the prosecution
continues its objection.
If my memory serves me well,
Your Lordship's similar objection
in the king against
Sullivan was sustained.
Your memory, for once,
serves you ill, Mr Myers.
My objection then was overruled
by Mr Justice Swindon.
As yours is now, by me.
(MUTTERING)
Call Christine Helm.
Christine Helm.
- Christine Helm.
- Christine Helm.
If you still have doubts about Mr Vole, I
wouldn't mind betting you a box of cigars.
Mrs Helm, you appreciate
you are still under oath?
Yes.
- Do you know a man named Max?
- I don't know what you mean.
It's a simple question. Do you or
do you not know a man called Max?
Max? Certainly not.
It's a fairly common name and yet
you've never known a man named Max?
In Germany, perhaps,
but a long time ago.
I shall not ask you to go back that far.
Just a few weeks, to... October 20 last.
- What have you got there?
- A letter.
I suggest that on October 20
- you wrote a letter...
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- ...Addressed to a man named Max.
- I did nothing of the sort.
The letter was but one of a
series written to the same man.
Lies! All lies!
You seem to have been, well, let us
say, on intimate terms with this man.
How dare you say a thing like that?
It isn't true!
I'm not concerned with the general trend
of this correspondence, only one letter.
"My beloved Max, an extraordinary
thing has happened."
"I believe all our
difficulties may be ended."
I will not stand here and
listen to a pack of lies!
That letter's a forgery.
It isn't even my letter paper!
- It isn't?
- No!
I write my letters on small blue
paper with my initials on it.
Like this?
(MUTTERING)
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