02x27 - I k*lled the Count: Part 3

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Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Those of you who have
been sitting on the edge
of your chairs

since last time
will be glad to know

that tonight we shall
definitely present

the final chapter
in our story

"I k*lled The Count".

For those of you
who have missed
the earlier installments,

or have lost
your scorecards,
I shall present a résumé.

Within a few hours after
Count Victor Mattoni

was found dead
in his London flat

with a single b*llet hole
in his head,

the detectives found
themselves with three persons,

each of whom confessed

that he, and he alone,
k*lled the Count.

They were Bernard Froy,
an American,

Mullet, the lift man

and Lord Sorrington,
an important industrialist.

In each case, there is some
corroborating evidence.

Mullet obligingly left
his fingerprints
on the Count's wallet,

Froy had written
an incriminating letter,

and Lord Sorrington's p*stol
was found on the scene.

There was also
a fourth bit of evidence.

Skin and blood under
the Count's fingernails

indicated he had scratched
his assailant,

yet none of the three
suspects bore any scratches.

Neither Froy,

nor Lord Sorrington,

nor...

I don't know why I bother
to explain all of this,

for the brief three scenes
which preface
tonight's story

will make everything
quite clear.

The Count was m*rder*d
last night.

Yeah, I know.

Well,

if you liked that commercial,
you'll love our story.

Now, to review the bidding.

Within a few hours after
Count Victor Mattoni

was found dead
in his London flat,

with a single b*llet hole
in his head,

the detectives found
themselves with three persons,

each of whom confessed

that he, and he alone,
k*lled the Count.

They were Bernard Froy,
an American,

Mullet, the elevator man

and a Lord Sorrington,
an important industrialist.

In each case, there is some
corroborating evidence.

Mullet obligingly left
his fingerprints
on the Count's wallet,

and Froy had written
an incriminating letter,

and Lord Sorrington's p*stol
was found on the scene.

There was also
a fourth bit of evidence.

Skin and blood under
the Count's fingernails

indicated he had scratched
his assailant,

yet none of the three
suspects bore any scratches.

Neither Froy,

nor Lord Sorrington,

nor...

I don't know why I bother
to explain all of this,

for the brief three scenes
which preface
tonight's story

will make everything
quite clear.

The Count was m*rder*d
last night.

Yeah, I know.

I k*lled him.

Well.

Well, you're obviously
going to find out the truth
sooner or later,

so I might as well
admit it.

Admit what, sir?

I k*lled him.

You k*lled whom?

I k*lled Mattoni.

That's impo...

Are you sure, I mean...

Did you say
you k*lled him?

Yes, that's right.

I k*lled the Count.

Now you'd better tell me
all you know

about this m*rder
and who you're shielding,
and I want the truth.

Do you understand?
The truth.

All right.

Oh, heavens,
you'll never believe me now.

With my record,
you'll never believe me.

I k*lled Mattoni.
I didn't mean to.
Honest, I didn't.

What?

Now see here, Lummock.

Are you seriously contending
that you k*lled Mattoni?

Yes, sir. That's right.
I k*lled the Count.

Oh, no. No, no.
No, two's enough.

Every Tom, d*ck and Harry
who enters this flat

telling me
he k*lled the Count.

I don't have to stand
for this sort of thing.

I won't have it. Do you hear?

I won't have it!

Excuse me, sir.

Inspector, don't you think
you ought to talk
to Mullet now, sir?

All right. Let's have
your version, Lummock.

And it had
better be a good one,
I'll tell you that.

Well, Inspector, I've been
working steady and going
straight ever since the w*r,

but not long ago
a pal of mine put me
on a scheme for the dogs.

He said it couldn't lose,
but it did.

Well, I needed money
in a hurry.

So you see, sir,
every night when I put
the Count to bed...

Now, just a minute.

How did you happen to be
putting him to bed
in the first place?

Why, I happened to be here
one night, sir. He was blotto,
so I helped him to bed.

He was so pleased
that he asked me

to come in every night
and give him a hand.

I see. Go on.

Well, he was usually wearing
his smoking jacket, sir,

with his coat tossed down
somewhere in the bedroom

and pretty near always

I could see his wallet
peeking out.

Well, one night,
when the system
had let me down,

I lifted a few quid.

Didn't matter.
He never noticed.

Stealing from a man
who was paying you, eh?

Oh, no, sir.
I was only borrowing it, sir.

No, I'd have put it back
when my dog come in.

Yes. Of course.
Hmm. Well, go on.

Well, last week
was the worst yet.

I had to have quid
by this morning

or the bookie said he was
coming round here to get it,

and I knew
what that would mean
if the boss found out,

so I got Martin to let me
stay on the lift last night.

I waited till about : .

That was later than usual.

But I wanted to make certain
that he was asleep.

And it looked like he was,
all right,

stretched out on the sofa,
dead to the world.

Well, Mullet.

No, bring my wallet
with you.

Yes, sir. I was only just
going to borrow...

Put your hands up.

Yes, sir.

I suppose you thought
I was asleep. You were going
to rob me again, eh?

Oh, no sir, really,
I wasn't, sir. It was just...

Now, don't bother to lie.

You think I haven't missed
the money you've been taking?

You know, I'm not always
so drunk I can't see.

It's just I got
into trouble. See,
it's only temporary, sir.

I was going
to pay it back, sir.

Now, just you stay there
where you are.

What are you going
to do, sir?

I'm going to call
the police, of course.
What do you think?

Oh, no, sir. Please,
please don't do that, sir.
Give me a chance.

I got the wind up
when I saw that blood.

I guess I panicked proper.
I couldn't think of nothing
but getting out of there.

It was an accident.
You can see that.

I didn't even have a g*n.
It was his p*stol.

I didn't want to k*ll him.
I just didn't want him
to telephone.

Yes, I see.

Let me see your hands.

Your neck.

Nothing, eh, sir?

No, no, no.
Not a sign.

All right, that's all.

Inspector.
Yes?

Here's Mullet's uniform coat,
sir. We found it in the corner
of his locker.

Oh, yes.
Take charge of him.

Yes, sir. Come on, Mullet.

That looks like blood.

That little tassel, Raines,
where is it?

Here, sir.

There, you see?

Uh-huh.

That's where it came from.

Makes his story
rather convincing,
doesn't it?

Yes, sir, those three
confessions will certainly
make an impressive exhibit

when they're all typed up
and signed.
Don't you think so, sir?

Do you think they might
put them in the museum
at the Yard, sir?

Raines, at this moment,
I don't care if they put them
in the museum or not.

I'm... I'm trying to think
about this insane case,

and I'd be grateful
if you would do the same.

Yes, sir, I will.

Well, splendid.

Then suppose you give me
your theories of all this.

Yes, sir. I'd rather hear
yours first, though.

Meaning, of course,
you have none, is that it?

Have you, sir?

No.

But there's nothing
supernatural
about this, Raines.

It's happened, so something
has caused it,

and when we find the cause
we'll have our solution.

Very penetrating, sir.

When do you think
that will be, sir?

How should I know?
Maybe never.

Might be shrouded
in mystery till the end
of all time, sir.

Nonsense, Raines.
Don't be defeatist.

Oh, no, sir.

Have you decided
what you want to do next, sir?

Yes.

I want you to take them all
down to the Yard,

but arrange for separate
transportation.

I don't want them to know
about each other
till they get there.

Oh, you're going
to bring them together, sir?

Yes, I'm curious
about the reaction

when each of
these murderers discovers

that the other two
have confessed
to his crime also.

Sounds promising, sir.
Might be very revealing.

Well, we'll hope so.
It's worth a try,
at any rate.

I'm sure two of them
must be lying.

Yes, sir.

You know, this is
awfully good for
your record, isn't it, sir?

What?

Well, you know, before
you had murders

but you'd only caught
murderers.

Well, now you've caught
three more murderers
and only added one m*rder.

That leaves you
two K*llers ahead,
doesn't it, sir?

Has the surgeon's report
on Count Mattoni
been sent up yet?

Yes, sir.
I'll get it for you.

Oh, hello, Mr. Froy.

Would you step in here,
please? This is my office.

If you'll wait here
a few moments.

Mr. Froy, this is Mullet,
night porter at Oxley Court.

Oh, hello, Mullet.
How do you do, sir?

Yes. If you'll both
make yourselves comfortable,
I'll be with you in a moment.

Would you like
a light, sir?

Oh, why, yes. Thank you.

Did you
knock him off, sir?

No. I thought that
you drew the black ace.

Would you care
for a cigarette?

Oh, thank you, sir.
I don't mind if I do.

Yes.

I drew the black ace,
but he was dead already
when I got there,

lying on the floor.

So I put him in the chair
and left the clues for
all of us as we'd planned,

but I didn't do him in, sir.

Then Lord Sorrington
must have done it.

Yes, but why?

I suppose he thought
saving your life

didn't warrant your k*lling
a man for him.

He did a lot more
than save our lives.

And all of us
there in Burma, sir.

Oh, k*lling a creep
like the Count is nothing to
what I'd do for him, sir.

Ah! Thank you very much, sir.
Don't mention it.

Will you step into
my office a moment,
please?

Good afternoon, sir.
Oh, hello, Mullet.

My dear boy, what on earth
are you doing here?

I'm afraid
they brought me in, sir.

I k*lled our Italian friend.

What?

Yes, you see, I brought you
three gentlemen together

because I thought you might
be interested to learn

that each one of you
has confessed to the m*rder
of Count Mattoni.

Preposterous!
What did they do that for?

There must be a mix-up,
Inspector. I k*lled him,
there's no doubt about it.

Excuse me, sir.

Could I see you outside
a moment?

Oh, later, Raines.
Not now. I'm busy now.

It's very important.
I'm sure you'd like to know
about it, sir.

Quite possibly,
but not now.

Yes, sir. But I really think
I should insist.

All right.

Now, look here,
you fellows.

It's ridiculous for us
to argue about this.

Why don't we let the police
worry about it?

Certainly, why not?

They're bound
to pin it on me,
with my record.

Nonsense. Personally,
I should be delighted

to k*ll a blackguard
like Mattoni any time.

So would I.

All right, now.
What is it?

It's Miss Rogers, sir.
She has something
very important to tell you,

and I think you should
hear it from her, sir.

What's the matter
with you, Raines?
Why can't you tell me?

Well, I just think
it would be better
if she did, sir.

All right, where is she?

She's in the waiting room.
She's not feeling very well...

I say,
have either of you been
here before?

No, sir, I haven't.
Not me.

Is... Is that
part of Scotland Yard
over there, do you suppose?

I don't know.

Where, sir?

That. Over there.

I don't know.
Looks as if it might be,
doesn't it?

Dreary-looking dump,
isn't it?

Yes.

All right, come along.

Look here, sir.
I was supposed
to do that job.

Why did you horn in?
What?

Why did you k*ll him?
I was the one who drew
the black ace.

But I didn't.
But you must have.

He was croaked
when I got there,
lying on the floor.

But...

No, not I.

Are you sure
you didn't, sir?

Absolutely. I never went
near his flat last night.

I didn't either.

But...

If none of us did it,
who did?

Why didn't you tell me
she had fainted?

She hadn't when I left, sir.
She was just feeling dizzy.

I think
she'll come out of it
in a moment, sir.

No, I can't stand here
until she does.
Come on, Raines.

Don't you think you ought to
wait a moment longer, sir?

No, Raines, I do not.
It's up to you, sir.

Raines, you know
what she wants
to tell me, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Well, then, out with it.
I'm getting sick of this.

Well, it's going to
upset you, sir.

I suppose you're going
to tell me now
that she k*lled Count Mattoni.

Yes, sir.

Raines, if this is
some of your alleged humor...

No, sir.
It's perfectly true.

She says she's
Lord Sorrington's daughter.
The Countess Mattoni.

Oh, does she?

Yes, sir.
And it looks like she is.

She saw Sorrington being
taken away from the flats,

asked if
it was in connection
with the m*rder,

then said that he had
nothing to do with it,
that she k*lled him.

Raines, you don't
seriously believe...

I don't know, sir.
She sounded
very convincing.

Oh, don't they all?

Inspector,
she's feeling better now.

Ah.

You all right now?

Oh, yes, thank you.
Good.

Now, Miss Rogers,
am I to understand

that our long and fruitless
search for the m*rder*r
of Count Mattoni

is at an end,
and you are the one?

Yes, Inspector.

Now, you're
Lord Sorrington's daughter,
Countess Mattoni?

Yes.

Would you care
to tell us about it?

Though I must warn you
that anything you say
will be taken down in writing

and may be used in evidence
against you.

I know.

Well, I came up to London
to talk to him,

to try once more
to persuade him.

When did you see him?

Last night.
I went to his flat
at about : ,

but he wouldn't listen.
He just laughed at me.

I said I wanted to k*ll myself
and he laughed at that too.

He gave me a p*stol
and said, "Go ahead."

Well?

His face... I remember
his laughing face.

And suddenly I said
I'd k*ll him instead.

So I turned the p*stol
on him.

And you shot him.

No. No, not like that.

I don't know whether
I would have or not.

Maybe I would.

But he grabbed for the p*stol
before I could...

It went off and he fell
to the floor.

And then what happened?

Well, that's all.

I dropped the p*stol
and hurried out,
back to my room.

Miss... Countess Mattoni,
you say you shot your husband
last night,

but we have no proof
that your story is true.

As a matter of fact,
we already have...

But I am telling the truth.

I...

Look, when we struggled
for the p*stol,

what he did.

Raines.

I told you those scratches
would lead us somewhere.

Remember what I said earlier?
Always be thorough
and persevere.

Yes, sir. You've certainly
proved your point, sir.

Yes.

Now, Countess, you say
you dropped the revolver
on the floor,

where we found it...

Where did you
say the body was?

On the floor.

Not in the armchair?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Was there a lamp knocked over
during your struggle?

No.

Hmm.

Countess Mattoni,

it's very gallant
of you to try
and protect your father,

but quite useless,
I'm afraid.

Even if you did see
your husband last night,

you could not have
k*lled him.

You mean you don't
believe me?

No.

But it doesn't matter,
really, it doesn't.

Inspector.

May I see my father?

Why not? Might as well
have you all there.

You'll have enough
for bridge now.

Thank you.

Helen!

Father.

What are you
doing here?
Helen.

Bernard!

Why have they brought you
here, my dear?

This is outrageous,
Inspector.

No, father,
I came by myself.

You mustn't do this.
It's no use.
I won't let you.

Helen, what are you
talking about?

Will you all sit down,
please?

Now then, I'm sure you'll all
be happy to learn

you have an addition
to your forces.

It seems the Countess Mattoni
k*lled her husband also.

You may also be
interested to know

that I intend to hold
all of you here until I get
to the bottom of this.

What do you mean,
Inspector?

You can't mean that
all three of them are charged
with my husband's m*rder?

Not charged, my dear.
They've all confessed to it,

and offered some
very convincing proof,
I might add.

Much better than yours
in fact.

You're running
a very bad fourth.

But that's ridiculous,
Inspector, because I did it.

Look here, Inspector,
I shall report this.

Bringing an innocent girl
here, subjecting her to...

She didn't, Inspector,
because I did it,
and you know that.

Quiet!

Will you sit down, please?

Now then, I don't know
who did this yet,

but I'll tell you this.
I'm going to find out.

One of you did it,
and I don't care if I have to
hold you here forever.

I'm going to get
to the bottom of this.

Inspector?

Could you step out
a moment, sir?

What is it now, Raines?

You say you're
going to hold all of them
if necessary, sir?

Yes.

We can't, sir.

What?

"Two or more persons
cannot be charged

"as principals with a crime
known to have been committed
by only one person."

Of course.

That's it.

What, sir?

Well, they...

They knew about this.

Don't you see, Raines?
They planned it
this way.

One of them k*lled him
and planted the evidence.

Then all of them
confessed to it.

You mean
it's a conspiracy, sir?

Of course.

Yes, and now we know why.

You mean
they're all in it, sir?
Even Mullet?

Of course. Sorrington
and Froy's connection
is obvious.

And we'll find Mullet's
in time, when we begin to dig.

But what about the girl,
sir? The Countess?

She saw the Count, of course.
The scratches prove that.

But she couldn't have
k*lled him.

Too many discrepancies
in her story.

Obviously trying
to shield her father.

So we'll eliminate her.

So it was you?

Yes.

It was an accident,
but I did it.

All right.
Stick to your story
and don't worry.

I'll explain later.

Raines.

What's the matter, sir?
What's wrong?

Do you realize if they stick
to their stories

we can never be certain
which of them did it,

never be able to charge
any of them with this crime?

You mean they've got away
with it, sir?

I don't know, Raines.

We'll stay with it.
It'll go higher of course.

But Raines,

it looks as if they have.

Inspector?

There's one good thing
anyhow, sir.
What?

It's lucky he deserved
k*lling, isn't it, sir?

I knew we'd finish that story
if we kept at it.

I'm sure
Inspector Davidson is longing
for the good old days,

when on investigating
a robin's death,

he simply went out
and arrested
the first sparrow he saw

carrying a bow
and an empty quiver.

A policeman's lot
is not a happy one.

However, the Inspector's
bulldog spirit
did finally pay off,

and our little band
of conspirators
eventually faced trial.

Fortunately, they were
let off with light sentences.

In fact, when the jury
found out what kind of a chap
the Count was,

it recommended the defendants
for the Order of the Garter.

This, of course, was the end
of our trilogy.

Next time, we shall resume
our policy

of telling a complete story
on each program.

I hope you will join us then.

Good night.