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I've taken your cigar but I'm
not taking your case. I can't.
I'm forbidden. My doctors would never
allow it. I'm truly sorry, young man.
But if you'd like the case
handled by these chambers,
- I'd recommend Mr Brogan-Moore.
- Yes. A very able man.
- I second Sir Wilfrid's recommendation.
- All right, sir, if you say so.
Hold this.
Carter?
I would like to see Brogan-Moore here
as soon as he comes in from court.
Sir Wilfrid, I have never
known such insubordination.
Not even as a nurse during the war.
What war was that?
The Crimean War, no doubt.
You'll like Brogan-Moore, he's had
excellent training. Under me.
This morning I had no lawyers at
all and now suddenly I have three.
We should explain that I
have very little money.
I shan't be able to pay
all the costs and fees.
We'll get a fourth
lawyer to sue you.
He won't get very much.
I haven't had a job in four months.
- What sort of work do you do?
- Well, uh...
My last job was as a mechanic. The
foreman kept riding me all the time.
- I took it as long as I could, then I quit.
- And before that?
I worked in a department store, in toys,
demonstrating children's building sets.
Of course, it lasted only during Christmas.
Before that I tested electric blankets.
- Electric blankets?
- I suppose you think I'm a bit of a drifter.
It's true, in a way,
but I'm really not like that.
My army service unsettled me. That and
living abroad. I was stationed in Germany.
It was fine there, though.
That's where I met my wife.
She was an actress, and a good one.
She's a wonderful wife to me, too.
But I haven't been much of
a provider, I'm afraid.
Somehow, I just don't seem able to settle
down now I've come back to this country.
- If I could just put my eggbeater across.
- Eggbeater?
Yes, sir. I, uh, I'm a bit of an inventor.
Nothing big, just little household things.
Pocket pencil sharpeners,
key chain flashlights.
But my best is really
this eggbeater.
It not only beats, it also
separates the yolk from the white.
Is that really desirable?
If you were a housewife,
you'd see it right away.
The trouble is, I need money for
manufacturing and promotion.
I was really hoping that's what Mrs
French might do for me after I met her.
- Exactly how did you meet Mrs French?
- That's rather funny in itself.
It was 3 September. I remember
because it's my wife's birthday.
I was window-shopping
in Oxford Street,
daydreaming about what I'd buy
for her, if I had any money.
- You really like this one?
- Very much.
- You don't think it's too mad?
- Mad?
Not at all. Daring, perhaps. I wouldn't
recommend it to every woman. But you?
- Why shouldn't you attract attention?
- You think so?
Absolutely. But if I could
suggest one little thing.
Perhaps we could tip it and bring it back
a bit like that. Show more of your face.
(SQUEALING BRAKES)
- My bus. Goodbye.
- Good...
You buy that hat. I insist.
Actually, it was a ridiculous sort of hat-
a silly thing with ribbons and flowers.
I'm constantly surprised that women's
hats do not provoke more murders.
Go on, please.
I was only trying to be nice
to make her feel good.
I never dreamed I'd see
her again. Or the hat.
- But you did?
- Yes, a few weeks later.
Again, by accident. I was peddling my
eggbeaters and business was a little slow.
(GUNFIRE AND ACTION-SEQUENCE MUSIC)
Would you mind, madam? Your hat.
- Oh, it's you!
- Hello!
It's your fault, you know.
You chose it yourself.
- May I?
- Sure, if you like.
Thank you. It's such a bother taking
it off and putting it back on again.
That chap is Jesse James. They've led
him into an ambush. It's not at all cricket.
- Don't worry, he shoots his way out.
- He does?
- I've seen it. I got to the movies a lot.
- You do?
I get restless so I go out. Then I find
I've no place to go so I go to the movies.
Sometimes I see the same one
two or three times. Ooh.
- Toffee?
- Oh, yes, please.
At this time you had no idea
that Mrs French was well-off?
No. Absolutely not. We were
sitting in the cheap seats.
All I knew was she seemed to be very
lonely, had no friends whatsoever.
She and her husband lived
abroad in British Nigeria.
He was in the colonial service.
He died in '45, of a heart attack.
Please, Mayhew, not when
I'm smoking. Go on, young man.
Well, they finally
polished off Jesse James,
and after we left the movie she
invited me to her house for tea.
(MRS FRENCH LAUGHS)
I think it's the most fascinating thing
I've ever seen. Janet, come and look.
I've seen eggbeaters before, ma'am.
But this beats so quickly
and it separates too!
It must be cen-trifugal or
centrifugal, which is it?
It's specific gravity,
but it whips cream too.
Did you hear that, Janet?
It whips cream too.
We must have one. Is it expensive?
Compliments of the inventor,
manufacturer and sole distributor.
Thank you. We'll use it constantly,
won't we, Janet?
Come, we'd better get out of here.
Janet doesn't like visitors in her kitchen.
Ha!
It's a bit chilly in here, isn't it?
Shall we have a fire?
Why not?
This is a charming room.
Hubert and I collected all these
things when we lived in Africa.
Hubert was my husband.
Well, now, there's a loveable chap.
That's the mask of
the witch doctor.
He wore it when he pulled
our servants' teeth.
So Hubert used to call
him a witch dentist.
- Hubert was so witty.
- Yes, I can see that.
Oh, here's tea.
- Let's use our good silver and china.
- Oh, no, don't bother, Mrs French.
- This is perfectly all right.
- Lemon or milk, please?
- I don't really care.
- Would you prefer sherry?
- That'd be fine.
- We've no' got any.
Oh, but we have. There's that bottle,
the one we bought last Christmas.
If you care for an eggnog there's a wasted
egg in the kitchen ready and separated.
Do sit down. Don't mind Janet, Mr Vole.
It's just that she's terribly Scotch.
Oh, is she? I thought she
came with the collection.
You know, maybe I'll take
a glass of sherry myself.
I feel like Christmas, somehow.
After that I saw her once or twice a week.
She always kept a bottle of sherry for me.
We'd talk, play canasta,
listen to gramophone records,
Gilbert and Sullivan mostly.
It's so weird to think of her now,
lying in that living room, murdered.
I assure you she's been moved by now.
To leave her would be unfeeling, unlawful,
and unsanitary.
Tell Sir Wilfrid about the
evening of the murder.
I went around to see her
about eight o'clock.
She fixed a sandwich,
we talked, listened to The Mikado.
I left about nine. I walked home.
I got there about half past.
I can prove that. I can swear to it, in or out
of court, in the witness box, anywhere!
How much money did you
get from Mrs French?
- Nothing.
- The truth. How much?
- Why should she give me any money?
- Because she was in love with you.
That's ridiculous. She liked me.
She pampered me like an aunt.
But that's all, I swear.
- Why didn't you tell her you had a wife?
- I did!
But you never took your wife along
when you went there. Why not?
- Because...
- Because what?
Because she was under the impression
we didn't get along too well.
- Is that true?
- No! We love each other.
- Then how did she get that impression?
- She just seemed to want to believe it.
- You never corrected her. Why?
- I was afraid she'd lose interest.
Because she was rich, and
you were after her money.
Well, yes, in a way.
I was hoping for a loan for my new
invention. Just a few hundred pounds.
An honest business proposition,
that's all. Is that so wicked?
You knew it was the
housekeeper's day off?
- Well, yes.
- You went there because she'd be alone?
No, because I thought
she might be lonely.
All right, lonely. You and the rich
lonely widow all alone in that house
with a gramophone
blaring The Mikado.
Perhaps you turned up the
volume to drown her cries.
- When I left her she was alive!
- When Janet came back she was dead.
The house had been ransacked! It said
in the papers. It must've been a burglar.
I didn't do it. No matter how bad
things look, I didn't do it!
You must believe me.
You do believe me, don't you?
I do now, but I wasn't sure.
That's why I subjected your eyes
and my arteries to that ordeal.
- I'm sorry.
- That's all right.
As for things looking bad, they don't
look bad, Mr Vole, they look terrible.
- Apparently you've no alibi at all.
- But I have. I left Mrs French's at nine.
- By bus or underground?
- No, I walked. It was a fine night.
- Did anyone see you?
- Christine saw me when I got home.
It was 9.26. I know because I went right to
work on a clock I've been tinkering with.
- My wife will tell you.
- Your wife loves you, yes?
Very much. We're
devoted to each other.
You realise, Mr Vole, the testimony of a
devoted wife does not carry much weight.
People might think Christine
would lie on my account?
It has been known, Mr Vole.
Blood is thicker than evidence.
- Ah, Brogan-Moore. Come in, come in.
- So good to have you out of hospital.
I didn't get a full pardon, I'm out on
parole. You know Mr Mayhew, I believe.
- This is his client, Mr Leonard Vole.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- The Emily French murder.
- Oh, how do you do?
- Badly, thank you.
A mass of circumstantial evidence.
No alibi whatsoever. It's a hot potato.
- Tossing it into your lap.
- Much obliged.
Your line of defence,
however, will be lack of motive.
You will agree that we can rule
out a crime of passion, hm?
That leaves us with a
murder for profit.
If Mr Vole had been sponging off Mrs
French, why cut off the source of supply?
Or, if he'd been hoping for a golden egg,
why kill the goose before it was laid?
No motive. No motive whatsoever.
- You find some flaw in this reasoning?
- No, no, it's very sound as far as it goes.
Well, it's all yours. You'll find Mr Vole
very responsive and quite candid.
So candid, he's already told me
we'll have to sue him for our fees.
Oh, we'll simply put a
lean on Mr Vole's £80,000.
- What £80,000?
- The £80,000 Mrs French left you.
Left me?
not taking your case. I can't.
I'm forbidden. My doctors would never
allow it. I'm truly sorry, young man.
But if you'd like the case
handled by these chambers,
- I'd recommend Mr Brogan-Moore.
- Yes. A very able man.
- I second Sir Wilfrid's recommendation.
- All right, sir, if you say so.
Hold this.
Carter?
I would like to see Brogan-Moore here
as soon as he comes in from court.
Sir Wilfrid, I have never
known such insubordination.
Not even as a nurse during the war.
What war was that?
The Crimean War, no doubt.
You'll like Brogan-Moore, he's had
excellent training. Under me.
This morning I had no lawyers at
all and now suddenly I have three.
We should explain that I
have very little money.
I shan't be able to pay
all the costs and fees.
We'll get a fourth
lawyer to sue you.
He won't get very much.
I haven't had a job in four months.
- What sort of work do you do?
- Well, uh...
My last job was as a mechanic. The
foreman kept riding me all the time.
- I took it as long as I could, then I quit.
- And before that?
I worked in a department store, in toys,
demonstrating children's building sets.
Of course, it lasted only during Christmas.
Before that I tested electric blankets.
- Electric blankets?
- I suppose you think I'm a bit of a drifter.
It's true, in a way,
but I'm really not like that.
My army service unsettled me. That and
living abroad. I was stationed in Germany.
It was fine there, though.
That's where I met my wife.
She was an actress, and a good one.
She's a wonderful wife to me, too.
But I haven't been much of
a provider, I'm afraid.
Somehow, I just don't seem able to settle
down now I've come back to this country.
- If I could just put my eggbeater across.
- Eggbeater?
Yes, sir. I, uh, I'm a bit of an inventor.
Nothing big, just little household things.
Pocket pencil sharpeners,
key chain flashlights.
But my best is really
this eggbeater.
It not only beats, it also
separates the yolk from the white.
Is that really desirable?
If you were a housewife,
you'd see it right away.
The trouble is, I need money for
manufacturing and promotion.
I was really hoping that's what Mrs
French might do for me after I met her.
- Exactly how did you meet Mrs French?
- That's rather funny in itself.
It was 3 September. I remember
because it's my wife's birthday.
I was window-shopping
in Oxford Street,
daydreaming about what I'd buy
for her, if I had any money.
- You really like this one?
- Very much.
- You don't think it's too mad?
- Mad?
Not at all. Daring, perhaps. I wouldn't
recommend it to every woman. But you?
- Why shouldn't you attract attention?
- You think so?
Absolutely. But if I could
suggest one little thing.
Perhaps we could tip it and bring it back
a bit like that. Show more of your face.
(SQUEALING BRAKES)
- My bus. Goodbye.
- Good...
You buy that hat. I insist.
Actually, it was a ridiculous sort of hat-
a silly thing with ribbons and flowers.
I'm constantly surprised that women's
hats do not provoke more murders.
Go on, please.
I was only trying to be nice
to make her feel good.
I never dreamed I'd see
her again. Or the hat.
- But you did?
- Yes, a few weeks later.
Again, by accident. I was peddling my
eggbeaters and business was a little slow.
(GUNFIRE AND ACTION-SEQUENCE MUSIC)
Would you mind, madam? Your hat.
- Oh, it's you!
- Hello!
It's your fault, you know.
You chose it yourself.
- May I?
- Sure, if you like.
Thank you. It's such a bother taking
it off and putting it back on again.
That chap is Jesse James. They've led
him into an ambush. It's not at all cricket.
- Don't worry, he shoots his way out.
- He does?
- I've seen it. I got to the movies a lot.
- You do?
I get restless so I go out. Then I find
I've no place to go so I go to the movies.
Sometimes I see the same one
two or three times. Ooh.
- Toffee?
- Oh, yes, please.
At this time you had no idea
that Mrs French was well-off?
No. Absolutely not. We were
sitting in the cheap seats.
All I knew was she seemed to be very
lonely, had no friends whatsoever.
She and her husband lived
abroad in British Nigeria.
He was in the colonial service.
He died in '45, of a heart attack.
Please, Mayhew, not when
I'm smoking. Go on, young man.
Well, they finally
polished off Jesse James,
and after we left the movie she
invited me to her house for tea.
(MRS FRENCH LAUGHS)
I think it's the most fascinating thing
I've ever seen. Janet, come and look.
I've seen eggbeaters before, ma'am.
But this beats so quickly
and it separates too!
It must be cen-trifugal or
centrifugal, which is it?
It's specific gravity,
but it whips cream too.
Did you hear that, Janet?
It whips cream too.
We must have one. Is it expensive?
Compliments of the inventor,
manufacturer and sole distributor.
Thank you. We'll use it constantly,
won't we, Janet?
Come, we'd better get out of here.
Janet doesn't like visitors in her kitchen.
Ha!
It's a bit chilly in here, isn't it?
Shall we have a fire?
Why not?
This is a charming room.
Hubert and I collected all these
things when we lived in Africa.
Hubert was my husband.
Well, now, there's a loveable chap.
That's the mask of
the witch doctor.
He wore it when he pulled
our servants' teeth.
So Hubert used to call
him a witch dentist.
- Hubert was so witty.
- Yes, I can see that.
Oh, here's tea.
- Let's use our good silver and china.
- Oh, no, don't bother, Mrs French.
- This is perfectly all right.
- Lemon or milk, please?
- I don't really care.
- Would you prefer sherry?
- That'd be fine.
- We've no' got any.
Oh, but we have. There's that bottle,
the one we bought last Christmas.
If you care for an eggnog there's a wasted
egg in the kitchen ready and separated.
Do sit down. Don't mind Janet, Mr Vole.
It's just that she's terribly Scotch.
Oh, is she? I thought she
came with the collection.
You know, maybe I'll take
a glass of sherry myself.
I feel like Christmas, somehow.
After that I saw her once or twice a week.
She always kept a bottle of sherry for me.
We'd talk, play canasta,
listen to gramophone records,
Gilbert and Sullivan mostly.
It's so weird to think of her now,
lying in that living room, murdered.
I assure you she's been moved by now.
To leave her would be unfeeling, unlawful,
and unsanitary.
Tell Sir Wilfrid about the
evening of the murder.
I went around to see her
about eight o'clock.
She fixed a sandwich,
we talked, listened to The Mikado.
I left about nine. I walked home.
I got there about half past.
I can prove that. I can swear to it, in or out
of court, in the witness box, anywhere!
How much money did you
get from Mrs French?
- Nothing.
- The truth. How much?
- Why should she give me any money?
- Because she was in love with you.
That's ridiculous. She liked me.
She pampered me like an aunt.
But that's all, I swear.
- Why didn't you tell her you had a wife?
- I did!
But you never took your wife along
when you went there. Why not?
- Because...
- Because what?
Because she was under the impression
we didn't get along too well.
- Is that true?
- No! We love each other.
- Then how did she get that impression?
- She just seemed to want to believe it.
- You never corrected her. Why?
- I was afraid she'd lose interest.
Because she was rich, and
you were after her money.
Well, yes, in a way.
I was hoping for a loan for my new
invention. Just a few hundred pounds.
An honest business proposition,
that's all. Is that so wicked?
You knew it was the
housekeeper's day off?
- Well, yes.
- You went there because she'd be alone?
No, because I thought
she might be lonely.
All right, lonely. You and the rich
lonely widow all alone in that house
with a gramophone
blaring The Mikado.
Perhaps you turned up the
volume to drown her cries.
- When I left her she was alive!
- When Janet came back she was dead.
The house had been ransacked! It said
in the papers. It must've been a burglar.
I didn't do it. No matter how bad
things look, I didn't do it!
You must believe me.
You do believe me, don't you?
I do now, but I wasn't sure.
That's why I subjected your eyes
and my arteries to that ordeal.
- I'm sorry.
- That's all right.
As for things looking bad, they don't
look bad, Mr Vole, they look terrible.
- Apparently you've no alibi at all.
- But I have. I left Mrs French's at nine.
- By bus or underground?
- No, I walked. It was a fine night.
- Did anyone see you?
- Christine saw me when I got home.
It was 9.26. I know because I went right to
work on a clock I've been tinkering with.
- My wife will tell you.
- Your wife loves you, yes?
Very much. We're
devoted to each other.
You realise, Mr Vole, the testimony of a
devoted wife does not carry much weight.
People might think Christine
would lie on my account?
It has been known, Mr Vole.
Blood is thicker than evidence.
- Ah, Brogan-Moore. Come in, come in.
- So good to have you out of hospital.
I didn't get a full pardon, I'm out on
parole. You know Mr Mayhew, I believe.
- This is his client, Mr Leonard Vole.
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- The Emily French murder.
- Oh, how do you do?
- Badly, thank you.
A mass of circumstantial evidence.
No alibi whatsoever. It's a hot potato.
- Tossing it into your lap.
- Much obliged.
Your line of defence,
however, will be lack of motive.
You will agree that we can rule
out a crime of passion, hm?
That leaves us with a
murder for profit.
If Mr Vole had been sponging off Mrs
French, why cut off the source of supply?
Or, if he'd been hoping for a golden egg,
why kill the goose before it was laid?
No motive. No motive whatsoever.
- You find some flaw in this reasoning?
- No, no, it's very sound as far as it goes.
Well, it's all yours. You'll find Mr Vole
very responsive and quite candid.
So candid, he's already told me
we'll have to sue him for our fees.
Oh, we'll simply put a
lean on Mr Vole's £80,000.
- What £80,000?
- The £80,000 Mrs French left you.
Left me?
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