02x06 - Color Him Dead

[bunniefuu]

(triumphant music)

(tense music)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Oh, hello.

No, I think it more expedient
if you don't mention my name.

Not on the telephone.

Nor do I want you to come
up to my room.

You are quite clear what
you have to do?

Well, give him a
really hard sell.

I mean, he's a tycoon, he'll
understand a hard sell.

(chuckles) Yes.

The tools for the job.

Oh, certainly I'll obtain them,
yes.

Mannlicher, Magnum, of course.

The 2020 scope, it'll be waiting
for you at the front desk

in one hour from now in a
plain wrapped cover of course.

(chuckles) Use it well,
my friend.

But of course you would.

I'm told you are the best
salesman in the business.

Yes, with bit of luck you
should make a k*lling.

Yes, a big k*lling.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music)

(car engines humming)

(typewriter keys clicking)

- Leave the fish alone, Sunny.

- Did you tell him I'm here?

- You're frightening them,
you're just frightening them.

- How is he?

- Will you please leave
the fish alone?

- Nearly got you that time,
Jodi.

- [Mrs. Terril] Should you
be drinking this early?

- Oh, I'm not drinking
early, I'm drinking late.

I'm still on last night's jag.

I won't get started on
today's drinking

till 3 or 4 o'clock
this afternoon.

(loud thud)

- Check those.

Where's Harry Tullman?

- Los Angeles, he
arrived there last night.

- Call him.

- Well, he'll be sleeping,
he got there very late.

- Call him, tell him I
want him here

for Wednesday's meeting.

- Hello, Dad.

- Sunny, I didn't know
you were here.

It's good to see you,
you look fine.

- I feel fine.
- Great to see you.

Why didn't you tell
me he was here?

- Oh, we made a pact not
to disturb you.

- Oh, well how was Switzerland?

Do plenty of skiing?

- Jamaica.
- Oh yeah, Jamaica.

Water skiing, eh?

Plenty of girls, good time?
- It was fine.

- I wanna hear all about it.

We'll have lunch, can
you make lunch?

- Yeah, of course.

- You're lunching with
Sir Bernard today.

- Oh yes, I can't dodge that.

- Well, dinner perhaps.

- No, I'm making a speech
at some trades fair.

I can't dodge that either.

- No, of course you can't,
Dad, you couldn't dodge that.

- Well, this is ridiculous.

If only I'd known you
were coming.

- It's my fault, Dad, I
should have cabled you.

You look tired, Dad, have
you been overdoing it?

- Not more than usual.
(phone rings)

Well, that'll be my private
phone, don't go away.

Yes?

- He could see you for
lunch on Saturday.

- Yep, could fit me in,
could he?

- Sunny.

- Oh, they should have
some fun too.

Everyone should.

Look, ask him to call me,
will you?

(g*nsh*t)

(tense music)

- Well, what do you
know about that?

- They tried to k*ll you, Dad,
someone tried to k*ll you.

(light music)

- The picture was
called High Sierra,

and it starred Humphrey Bogart.

- James Cagney.

- It was Humphrey Bogart,
I remember it perfectly.

I took the girl next
door to see it.

We were having quite a
torrid romance at the time.

- A torrid romance?

Well, you weren't
even 10 years old

when that picture came
out for the second time.

- I advanced from puberty
earlier than most.

- I know, your
brother warned me.

- I've had my moments.
- Moments?

The way I heard it, you
and the girl next door

spent your entire youth in
the back row of the cinema.

- Yes, and her name was
Veronica as in Lake.

Beautiful.

- Arden, love you as I do, you
are digressing deliberately

because when it comes
to old movies,

you are a complete slouch.

- Personal abuse does not
alter the fact

that I have an encyclopedic
knowledge of the silver screen.

- It was James Cagney.

- It was Humphrey Bogart,
don't you remember?

Bogey came in, curled his lip.

Peter Lorre said, "You
despise me, don't you, Rick?"

And Bogey came back with,

"If I gave you any
thought, I suppose I would.

"I'm sick of all you
sleek-eyed slobs

"looking down your nose
with your shiny shoes

"and your pocket handkerchiefs."

(Sunny claps)

- That was good,
really very good.

Oh and incidentally,
you're both wrong.

It was Bogart, but the
movie was Casablanca.

- I don't believe we've met,
blue eyes.

I'm Arden Buckley, this
is my wife Suzy.

- Hello Suzy, you don't
mind if I call you Suzy?

- Well, I'd mind much more
if you call me George.

- What can I do for you?
- Hit him.

(fist thuds)
(Arden groans)

Oh, he didn't fall right down.

I was just finding out

how tough you really are, Mr.
Buckley.

- Oh (laughs) that's
all right then.

For a moment there I was
afraid you didn't like me.

(fist thuds)
(men groan)

(laughs) You see how they
both fell right down.

Does that mean I win?

- It means that you're hired.

- Not if it's divorce,
we never handle divorce.

- My name is Henry Garrick.

Most people call me Sunny, I
have a very sweet disposition.

- Who's your friend?

- Oh Brett, he's a sort of
chauffeur, valet, guardian.

My father gave him to
me for my 13th birthday.

Look, could I have a drink?

Listen, you are very expensive.

- Well, we will be if you
keep pouring scotch like that.

- I'd hate to employ
anyone cheap.

- Oh, naturally.

- My father is David Garrick,
you've heard of him of course.

- The actor?
- Industrialist, millionaire.

- Self-made millionaire.

Don't forget the self-made,
he likes that.

Oh, he works very hard,
always has.

Left these shores many
years ago and went to Canada

where he acquired his first
fortune and a Canadian accent.

Then he spent a large
chunk of that fortune

sending me to expensive schools

so that I'd lose the accent
that he had acquired.

Don't you think that's funny?

- No, not really.

Well, I mean, it's just
my story in reverse.

I left America and found
my fortune here.

- She's crazy about Irishmen.

- No, not all Irishmen,
just you.

And Patrick and Sean and Cyril.

- So, your father
works very hard.

What about you?

- Oh, I don't work very hard.

In fact not at all,
except water skiing,

escorting the world's
most beautiful women.

Give me another couple of years,

I'll be a fully
fledged alcoholic.

- Oh, another self-made man.

- I love my father, did I
tell you that?

- [Arden] What do you want
from us, Sunny?

- Really love him.

Only this morning,
someone tried to k*ll him.

Find out who, Mr. Buckley.

Find him for me.

- Does your father
have any enemies?

- I have some.

- Any friends?

- I have some of those too.

Sunny, who are these people,
what are they doing here?

- Suzy and Arden Buckley,
my father.

Dad, these people are gonna
find out who shot at you.

- Well, that is already
taken care of.

My corporation employs
a security organization,

and they're already
working on it.

Now I'd like my chair, Sunny,
I've got some calls to make.

- Look, Dad, these
people are the best.

Let me do this my way, it
matters to me.

- All right, you're hired.

- Thank you.

- Now let me get on with
my calls Sunny.

I'll talk to you later.

- Oh, they're pretty,
what are they?

- Dipsomaniacs.

- Where have you been?
- Honey?

- The minute we left Garrick's

you disappeared into thin air.

I was about to start a
suit for desertion.

- In the face of the enemy?

I went to check out the
building the shot came from.

- Hey, that's very good, Arden.

What did you find?

- Well, there were 23 rooms
that could've been used.

22 of them were filled with
workers at the time of the shot.

And in the 23rd...

- You found a demented man whose
business Garrick had ruined

crouching over a smoking
r*fle babbling a confession.

What we call in the trade
a lucky break.

- I found nothing.

The cupboard was bare,
bares out my theory.

- When did you start
having theories?

- This job has all the
hallmarks of a professional:

the fact that there are
no hallmarks.

Why are you looking like that?

- That's my all agog with
admiration look.

Don't you like it?
- No.

- What are you going to do next?

- Well, I also did some
checking up on Garrick.

There is a woman in his life.

- So there should be
in everyone's.

- Even the women's?

This woman's called
Leonora Gale.

Garrick has been escorting her

to public places for
some time now.

- Escorting?
- Amongst other things.

She's attractive,
sophisticated, terribly sexy.

I'm going to see her now.
- I'll get my coat.

- No, I'm going alone.
- Alone?

- Suzy.

Suzy, don't you trust me?

- Of course, of course I
don't trust you.

- Good, we don't want
our marriage to stagnate.

A little competition
keeps you up on your toes.

- Just so I don't become
a prima ballerina.

Oh, all right.

And what does your
intrepid partner do

while you're with
this Gale woman?

- I said this looks like
the work of a professional.

Get ahold of Charlie Wilson.

- [David] Your concern
is very moving,

but I assure you there's
nothing to worry about.

- There is everything
to worry about.

Dad, somebody tried to
k*ll you, m*rder you.

I don't like that, it scares me.

- Scares you?

- Well, you're all I've got,
Dad.

- Almost.

- No, Dad, just you,
there's no one else.

- Well, it could've been
an accident, a mistake.

Has that occurred to you?

- A mistake, how?

- Well, somebody's cleaning
a g*n, it goes off.

They panic, they run.

- Look, that shot got you

right in the middle of
the forehead, Dad.

Except it happened to be
your reflection.

- Yeah well, an
unhappy coincidence.

- Coincidence?

You here a sitting duck,

somebody with a
high-powered r*fle and...

What's wrong, Dad?

- Scotch, it smells kinda funny.

(glass shatters)

Sunny.

What are you doing?

- Coincidence, Dad?

(ominous music)

(knock at door)
- Come in.

Come in, Charlie.

Charlie Wilson.

Come in, Charlie,
we're quite alone.

- Mrs. Buckley, I don't
like to stay here long.

Can't take chances, if I'm seen.

- Charlie, everybody
knows you're an informer.

- Oh no, no.

They think I might be,
but they don't know.

There's a difference.

Business was it, Mrs. Buckley?

- Yes, I need to find a
hired k*ller.

- Oh, are you going to
k*ll someone?

- No, but somebody else is,
and I need to find out who.

A new face in town, a whisper.

- Oh, hard to say, a
good pro's hard to get.

Expensive too but worth every
penny, they seldom miss.

- This one did.

- Well, we all have our
off days, Mrs. Buckley.

- Well, you try and have
a good one, Charlie.

Now, there will be
the same again

when you come back with
the information tonight.

- Tonight?

Oh, that's an awful tall
order, Mrs. Buckley.

May take some time.

- And you're wasting it
talking to me.

- Right, tonight.

- I hope you don't mind
coming in here to talk,

but the fact is I am very busy.

Do sit down.

Or lie down if you're tired.

Well, Mr.?

- Buckley, Arden Buckley,
I'm a private detective.

- You can't be, where's
your dirty trench coat?

- It wasn't raining.

- All the detective I've ever
met wore dirty trench coats.

- You've met a lot
of detectives?

- Darling, I've been
divorced four times.

Trench coats marching
into bedrooms with cameras

has become a way of life.

Well?

- I'm a private detective.

- Oh, I see, right.

What was it you wanted?

- You're a friend of
David Garrick's.

- A friend? Oh, I like you.

What a nice quaint way
of putting it.

- Somebody tried to m*rder him

or hired somebody to m*rder him.

- I'm not surprised.

Careful with the pins,
there's a dear.

Let's face it, darling,
he's not the most

lovable character
one's ever met.

I should think there
are hundreds of people

who'd like to k*ll him.

- Including you?

- You are the detective,
darling.

- No, you were at the
hairdressers

when the shot was fired.

- You're not just a pretty face,
are you?

So, I'm eliminated?

- So will he be if I
don't pin down

who really wants him dead.

And I mean really, with a
strong motive.

- Hate strong enough for you?

Try his wife.

- Wife?

But his son never mentioned...

I just naturally assumed
he was a widower.

- Oh, he'd like to be
sometimes I think.

She lives in the country house.

- Wife.

Thanks for your help, Mrs. Gale.

By the way, I think the
dress is gonna be a smash.

- Thank you, darling.

I always think a girl should
package the goods nicely.

And call me Leonora.

Or, as it's you, Lulu.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Gale.

Why didn't you tell me
you had a wife?

Well, you knew I had a son.

Anyway, it's no
business of yours.

I didn't hire you.

- No, but he did.

So, why did you hold out on me?

- I didn't hold out on
you, you didn't ask.

- You didn't volunteer.

- Ha, after my stint
in the army,

I told him never to
volunteer for anything.

- One of you might have told me.

- Well, I'll tell you one thing.

My wife, she's a sick woman.

She has nothing to do with this,

and you can stay away from her.

- [Arden] I'm afraid
it's too late for that.

(jazzy music)

- Hello?

Anybody home?

Mrs. Garrick?

Mrs. Garrick?

(woman singing)

Mrs. Garrick?

Mrs. Garrick?

You are Mrs. Garrick?

I'm Suzy Buckley, I came to
talk to you about your husband.

- Oh, you are pretty.

Prettier than the others that've
come here, isn't she, Emma?

- Mrs. Garrick, your
husband has been--

- We've been married
a long time.

Happily married,
we're never apart.

Even when he goes on the
road on business,

I always go with him.

We don't like being apart.

- Mrs. Garrick, if I
could just--

- We were married when I
was very young.

I was a model, that's
why he chose me.

David always liked...

Likes pretty things.

I was prettier than you.

I was prettier than any
any any of them.

Do you know those girls
say he wants to divorce me.

But it's not true, it's
not true, not true.

He's my husband, he loves me.

You think he wants to
marry you, don't you?

Oh yes you do, oh yes you
do, oh yes they all do, do.

All those who come, they
think he loves them.

He doesn't love them,
he doesn't love them.

He doesn't love anything,
he doesn't even...

Needs me.

I hope you know, you
know yes I have been...

I have been rather ill.

And I don't want David to
see me until I'm better.

Those girls.

Those girls.

(mutters to self)

I knew there would be girls.

He's very attractive.

Did Sunny send you?

Sunny, Sunny used to come
and visit me sometimes.

Not anymore.

Not anymore.

Sunny's like me.

Sunny's like me, he's much
more like me than like David.

- I'm very sorry to have
troubled you, Mrs. Garrick.

- I don't know who you are,

but please don't
come here again.

You can whine and please
as much as you like,

but I'm not gonna give
him a divorce.

You can tell him from
me that my answer to you

was the same as to
all the others!

He is my husband, and
I'll see him

dead dead dead dead dead dead!

(ominous music)

Goodbye.

So enjoyed seeing meeting.

It's been most enjoyable, most.

Oh, David.

(mutters to self)

(ominous music)

- Oh!

- Have you been upsetting her?

- I don't know.

Who are you?

- Mrs. Standard, I take
care of Mrs. Garrick.

Who are you, what do you want?

- I'm Suzy Buckley, I
work for Mr. Garrick.

- Oh yes, they usually do.

Secretary, typist,
something like that?

- Nothing like that.

Someone is trying to k*ll Mr.
Garrick,

and my husband and I are
trying to find out who.

- Somebody trying to...

There's nothing she
can tell you.

I think you'd better go now,
I'm going to take her home.

- Don't you live here?

- No, we live in the
hunting lodge.

She likes to come and sit here
sometimes in the afternoon.

Sit and remember.

They used to live here when
they were first married.

- She must love him
a great deal.

- Love him?

She despises him.

She can't forgive him
for all the...

- Yes?

- She hates him.

- Enough to k*ll him?

- She's like a child.

What harm could she do?

- Yes, as you say.

Hunting lodge, that was
what you said, wasn't it?

The hunting lodge?
- Yes.

- They'd keep g*ns there,
wouldn't they?

(ominous music)

- I know I can't persuade you
to be careful, Mr. Garrick,

but I do beg you to take
this seriously.

- Nobody's gonna touch
me while Brett's around.

- Taste all your food and drink,
will he?

What does he do against
a Magnum .303?

Field it and send it
flying back?

- Look, I know you're
just trying to do you job.

- [Arden] With
precious little help.

- Well, I was upset,
I was angry.

The thought of somebody
bothering my wife.

- Suzy won't bother
your wife, Mr. Garrick.

She just wants to ask a
few questions.

- She won't get any answers.

None that make any sense.

- What he means is that my wife,
well...

She's been under stress
for some time.

She doesn't always comprehend.

Mr. Buckley, your wife--

- Is the soul of tact
and discretion.

- Yeah, but if she were to go
barging in there impetuously--

- Impetuous?

Let me tell you something, Mr.
Garrick.

Suzy is hypercautious.

On our wedding day,
she didn't say, "I do."

She said, "Maybe."

(David laughs)

- Can I offer you a lift, Mr.
Buckley?

- Just to the nearest cab rank.

- Sunny?
- No, I have my own car.

I'll walk down with you.

(tense music)

(car engine revs)

- What?

Well yes, it was rather acting
beyond instructions, but...

Well, let us hope that you
have scared Buckley off.

Oh by the way, I heard a whisper

about someone
inquiring about you.

Oh no no no no no, not
you personally.

Not by name, no, but
about somebody like you.

Who?

Oh, his name was Wilson.

Charlie Wilson.

- He said he'd call later.

- Who?
- Charlie.

Did you have a nice day?

- Splendid.
- Oh.

- What's the "oh" for?

- Well, I can say "oh"
if I want.

Oh oh oh.

And was she attractive,

sophisticated, and terribly
sexy?

- Eh?
- Mrs. Gale.

- Oh.
- Ha, there you've said it.

Was she?
- Fantastic.

I spent hours cavorting
in her boudoir.

- You know you shouldn't cavort,
dear.

It's bad for your back.

- It was the hit and run
driver who was bad for my back.

- I suppose she plied you
with champagne,

fluttered her false eyelashes,
and...

Hit and run driver?

- Well, partially true.

He didn't hit, but he
certainly run.

- You?
- Me and Garrick.

But mostly me.

- Darling, you
could've been k*lled.

- I've made a will.

50% to my parents, the other
half to the old folks home.

The dog I leave to you.

- We don't have a dog.

- My parents will buy you
one out of their share.

- I see.

- What about Garrick's wife?

- Oh, sad.

Very disturbed and with
a heavy in tow.

- Who's he?

- It's a she, just.

They live in a hunting
lodge full of g*ns.

- Oh.

- Hate to meet her alone
on a dark night.

- I don't let you go out
alone on dark nights.

- Shh.
- Shh.

- Shh, it's Charlie Wilson.

- I don't hear anything.
- Neither do I.

- Well then.
- Well.

When you don't hear him,
that's Charlie Wilson.

(knock at door)
You see.

Come in, Charlie.

Now we'll find out who done it.

Come on, Charlie, don't be
shy, it's just Arden and me.

- Charlie?

- Charlie, did you find
out what we wanted to...

Charlie?

(Charlie groans)

Charlie!

- Oh dear.

As I feared, our friend
has overstepped himself.

Kindly dial his number for me,
my dear.

You know, Samantha, this
business has all the marks

of a fiasco about it.

I do so hate a fiasco.

Can be painful and unprofitable.

(phone rings)

Yes.

Fiasco.

I wonder where he's got to.

(vacuum whirs)

(tense music)

- No no, not today, thank you.

We have all the g*ns we need.

I know this looks like a
vacuum cleaner,

but it's actually a
.906 Howitzer.

One move and I'll blow
you out of the ground.

Latest issue suction ray.

I press this little
button down here,

and it'll suck that g*n
right out of your hand.

Deadly poison gas dispenser?

(tense music)

- You finally got around to it.

- What are your plans
for tonight?

- Oh, I had planned to
meet a friend.

- A blonde vivacious
friend name of Gale?

- I think that's my business.

- Not anymore, Dad.

Mr. Buckley's brief is
to look after you, Dad.

And you are going to,
aren't you?

- Hope so.
- Don't hope, be sure.

Anyway, I'm off, and I
feel much happier

knowing that Mr. Buckley's
gonna be around you, Dad.

Oh look, if you get tired
and need someone

to take over for a
couple of hours--

- Oh, don't worry, the
threat of flying b*ll*ts

gives me incurable insomnia.

- Would you like to check
the seal on the bottle?

- Oh, don't worry, I
did already.

Where are you taking Mrs.
Gale tonight?

- Parsino's.

- Oh good, I like Italian food.

- Car's ready when you are, sir.

- A couple of minutes, Brett.

- Yes, sir.
- Brett?

How would you like an
evening off?

- Sir?

- Tycoonery can go to your head.

(jazzy music)

Of course she would be late.

I bet she can keep a man
waiting for hours

and then get him making
the apologies.

Nice driving by the way,
Garrick.

Now why don't you just sit down

and make yourself comfortable
while I mosey around

the apartment and check it out.

- Look Buckley, I'm beginning--

- Ah ah ah, no backchat
from the servants.

I'm the target tonight.

- Darling?

Darling, I'm sorry
I'm late but...

Don't tell me the old
goat can't make it,

and I've got you all to myself.

Oh Brett, darling. (gasps)

David?

(laughs) It was a joke, I
knew all along it was...

No, David, you can't
take it back!

It was a joke, truly.

It was a joke--
- What's going on?

- You!

You set this up!
- What's happening?

What's going on?
- She thought I was Brett.

- Good.

- It was a mistake,
David, a silly mistake.

- Very!

- David!

David!

You, you...

- Now listen, Mrs. Gale.

Leonora, Lulu, listen to me!
- You stupid, silly, stupid!

(glass lamp shatters)
(tense music)

That's why we swapped places,
that's why!

- I'd like to get
something to eat.

I'm hungry.

Hungry!

Well, even Grace Kelly
had to eat sometime.

- Okay.

- Whoever he is, Mr. Garrick,

he certainly knows
your habits well.

- Yeah.

(Leonora cries)

Well, this is one habit
I'm chucking.

It's expensive and overrated.

Here, you may need this
for your next addict.

- Oh, I could k*ll him,
I'd like to k*ll him.

- [Arden] You'll have to put
your name on the waiting list.

- David!

Oh no no no, please.

You tell him, tell him it
was a mistake.

It was that damned uniform.

I've never been able to
resist a uniform.

No, please.

Please, I beg you.

- Beg?

You must be getting old, Lulu.

- Arden stayed at his club,
that's it.

Arden stayed at his club.

He often does, he won't
be coming home now.

- No.

- But he often does.

- And leave a girl like
you all alone?

A girl like you?

- But it's all sham and makeup.

I look dreadful in the morning.

- Long time until the morning.

(footsteps)
(Suzy gasps)

(tense music)

- Hello, sweetheart,
sorry I'm late.

A day not without excitement.

Suzy, you look like a pig
dressed for the table.

It doesn't even go
with your dress.

- It wasn't my idea.

- No?
- No.

It was that man's.
- What man's?

- The one with a g*n behind you.

I'd like to introduce you,
but I can't.

You see, he was waiting
for me when I came home--

- Wrong.

- Well, a girl can be wrong,
can't she?

- It was you I was waiting for,
Buckley.

But now this has to
include her too.

- You're the hired g*n,
so you got my message.

- Don't, she'd be dead
before you got halfway to it.

- I don't want to inhibit you,
Arden,

but wives like me are
very hard to come by.

- He isn't gonna sh**t.

If he was, he'd have
done it already.

After all, he's a pro,
aren't you?

- That's right, I came to talk.

We're both pros, aren't we?

And I have a job to do.

I could've k*lled you, Buckley,
awhile back with the car.

I could've k*lled you,

but I chose to frighten you,
that's all.

- Why?
- Lay off.

- And let you k*ll Garrick the
way you did Charlie Wilson?

- Someone was going to k*ll
Charlie sooner or later.

- I think Charlie
would've voted for later.

- And as for Garrick, well
isn't dead yet, is he?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I'm good, the best.

If I had wanted to k*ll
him, I would've done.

But the contract--
(g*nsh*t)

- You fool!

- But he had a g*n, he
was talking of k*lling.

- He was talking
about not k*lling.

- I want a priest.
- You want a doctor.

- No, I'm a pro, a
priest if it's time.

- Listen, there may not
be time for a priest.

Can you hear me?

You can ease your soul
with one thing:

the name of the man who
hired you, his name!

(somber music)

(smooth music)

Arden Buckley.

- Good evening, sir.

Rest yourself for a
moment, Samantha my dear.

Shelby Grafton.

- Your friend told me your name.

- Friend, sir?

Alas, in this declining world

I fear I am without friends,
true friends.

- This one's true all right.

Tall, thin, dark, he has one
vital distinguishing feature.

He carries g*ns and shoots
them at people.

- I am confused, sir.

- You aren't confused.

You were the broker,
the middleman,

the lout who does the hiring.

- I prefer broker, sir.

- Somebody wants a safe
man, a driver, a k*ller.

You organize it, arrange the
fee, and cream 30% off the top.

- 40%, I'm not cheap, sir.

- Who were you acting
for when you hired a man

to k*ll David Garrick?

- My goodness, sir, you
do have an inquiring mind.

Now before you contemplate
using violence,

let me hasten to assure you
that I am devout coward.

I have an abhorrence of
physical unpleasantness

particularly when
practiced on my good self.

- We can avoid that if
you tell me who hired you.

- (laughs) I have no idea, sir.

You see, I employ so
very many devious methods

of receiving instructions
and any payments

that my clients remain
totally unknown to me.

That is the truth, sir.

(groans) I swear it's the truth.

- How would you like
a broken arm?

- Thank you, but I must decline.

(Shelby screams)

- Yes, you probably are
telling the truth.

Otherwise, you'd be
blackmailing too.

- But of course, I am
inordinately greedy.

So, you accept my word?
- Just.

- I appreciate that.

A moment of trust
between two men.

A rare emotion I shall cherish.

I do hope, sir, you won't
be embarrassed

if I say I like you.

- You do now perhaps,
but you won't.

- I detect a threat?

- You do indeed.

- I don't see how or why,
I mean.

We've been talking, theorizing,

but you have no shred of
positive proof at all.

In other words, there's nothing
you can pin on me, b*stard.

- Isn't there?

Oh, I forgot to mention
our mutual friend.

The one with the g*n?

He's dead.
- Dead?

- Exceptionally.

- All okay.

- And he's locked into
the boot of your car.

The police?
- Have been informed.

- This is my wife Suzy, by
the way, Shelby Grafton.

- How do you do?

- I thought he'd feel happier

taking his last rest
among friends.

Besides, he was bleeding
all over my carpet.

- It's real Persian.

- Indeed, madame,
you have taste.

(Samantha yawns)

- Oh, that's different.

- Hmm, certainly beats canvas.

- Thank you.

- So nice meeting you.
- Awfully nice.

- Goodbye.

- We shall continue later in
Buenos Aires if we're lucky.

(police sirens wailing)

Oh dear, it's going to
be one of those days.

Fiasco.

(ominous music)

- You ought to be in bed, Mrs.
Garrick.

- I had to come and make sure
that everything was all right.

David is bringing home

some very important
people to dinner tonight,

and he would so like
everything to be right.

- I think you've made a
mistake, Mrs. Garrick.

It's tomorrow night.

The dinner is tomorrow night.

- Oh yes, of course.

You won't tell David, will you?

He does so like to tease me.

Yes, of course it is tomorrow.

And then we're going to the
Bahamas on a second honeymoon.

- Yes.

- He does love me, that's
why we're going away.

- And you must come and
get your beauty sleep

so that you should look
especially pretty for him.

- Yes, he likes me like that.

Yes, right.

Yes, he always wants me
when I'm pretty.

- We have a perspective victim.

- David Garrick.

And a potential k*ller: his
wife, any number of girlfriends,

business rivals,
jealous husbands.

- I'm not sure about "k*ller".

- Hmm?
- That man.

The one who expire
on our carpet.

He was talking about
not k*lling.

- He did no such thing.
- He implied it then.

- Oh, that's not the
same thing at all.

I mean, you implied a
little while ago

that you were going to
kiss me, but you haven't.

So.
- So.

What?
- Exactly.

So what, I can live without
your implied kisses,

Arden Buckley, and
what's more...

- Course, there's always Sunny.

- I do not want to kiss Sunny.

- As a suspect, except
that doesn't make sense.

- Why not?

- Well, he brought us
in in the first place.

And in the second place,
I checked up.

He has almost $8
million of his own.

- Hey, maybe I do want
to kiss Sunny.

- And if his father died,

the corporation would
undoubtedly run down.

It's very much a
one-man business.

So, if Garrick were k*lled,

Sunny would actually
be worse off.

It's a puzzle.

- Hey, I've got an idea.

- What?

- Oh, just the same old one.

Do you think I might be
a kleptomaniac?

- What?

- Well, I have this
irresistible desire--

- Then you must fight
it, you'll get arrested.

- Can they arrest you for it?
- Certainly.

It's a criminal misdemeanor.

- Well, I shouldn't think it
was anybody else's business.

- What, going on
stealing things?

- Stealing, who said
anything about stealing?

- You did, you said
kleptomaniac.

- Does that mean stealing?

- Yes.
(Suzy gasps)

- Must be the other
maniac I'm thinking of.

- Huh?

Oh, nymphomaniac.

An irresistible desire for men.

- Well, perhaps only in
the singular.

That was awful.

Am I losing my touch?

- Oh no, not you, silly.

That man, the one with the g*n.

- Did he try to kiss you?

- No, but he thought about it.

- He died happy then.

Lucky I got back before
the thought developed.

- I think he was a
late developer.

Anyway, after I fixed
him the eggs--

- Eggs, what eggs?

- The six-minute ones.

- Oh, so you cooked him eggs.

- Yes, and toast.

Well, I mean, he did have a g*n.

- Yes.

- We sat here, and the
silence was very very awkward.

- How long was he here then?

- Oh, he'd been here
since about 4:30.

- 4:30, but I'd thought
he just arrived!

- No, does it matter?

- Of course it matters.

Somebody took a shot at Garrick
around 6:30 this evening.

- Did they?

- Well, me wearing
Garrick's cloak and hat.

So, it couldn't have
been your man

while we were at Mrs. Gale's.

- What were you doing there?

- Impersonating Garrick.
- Oh, really?

- So, if that man was here

and someone was sh**ting there,

there must be two men.

- Don't overtax your brain,
dear.

- Two K*llers, two hired g*ns.

Or Brett!
- Who's Brett?

- The chauffeur.

It's all off between
Garrick and Mrs. Gale

because of the chauffeur.

- What did he do, try to
run them over?

- The runaround,
sweetheart, the runaround.

- I knew I didn't
like that woman.

- You've never met her.

- Well, of course not, you
don't think I'm gonna meet

somebody I don't like, do you?

- Hello, Sunny?

Arden Buckley and Suzy.

Listen, how can I get in touch
with Brett your chauffeur?

Well, he might just
might be our man.

- Sir?

First they give you
the evening off,

then they call you out again.

(Brett mumbles)

(ominous music)

What the heck can he
want me for now?

(thudding)

In here, sir.

I'm in here.

- There's no sign of Brett.

- No sign at all?
- No.

As soon as you called, I
went around to his place.

He hasn't been there
all evening,

so I sat and waited
and it's now--

- 4:30.
- Right.

It looks as though he
isn't going to be back.

You were right then,
he's our man.

- I didn't say that.
- No, but you said--

- I said he might be.

- Yeah, but he's gone,
he's disappeared.

- Couldn't he be on a
late night party?

- Well no, he's due in
tomorrow early.

- We all are, get some sleep,
Sunny.

- No, not me.

I'm gonna sit outside
Dad's place till morning.

I don't take chances.

- Just a moment, I'll
put you through.

- [David] Yes?

- Its Sunny on the line, Mr.
Garrick.

He wants to speak to
you urgently.

- [David] Put him through.

- You're through.

(tense music)

Mr. Garrick!
- No time.

I have to see Sunny,
he's up at the old house.

- But this just came through--

- Later, later, he's in
trouble of some kind.

(tense music)

- There you are, thank you.

Arden?

Arden?
- Mm-hmm.

- Parcel for you.
- Oh, thanks.

Ah.
- Arden, what is it?

- A man's entitled to his
little secrets, isn't he?

- Hmm, unless he's
married to me.

- Now Suzy.

(phone rings)

Hello?

- Buckley, you'd better
come over here right away.

- [Arden] Over where,
where are you?

- My father's office, he was
called away just awhile ago.

- Called away where?

Who by?
- By whom.

- By me.

- By you? But I
don't understand.

- Neither do I,
that's the point.

Only he had this call from me

saying I wanted to see
him urgently.

But I didn't call him
Buckley, it wasn't me.

- Right, I'll be right over.

Garrick's urgent.

Try and get the car out of
the garage without denting it.

- That's unfair, I haven't
dented the car all week.

- Shouldn't we call the police?

- No, Mr. Buckley's handling
this, he'll know what to do.

- Outside and waiting
and not a scratch on it.

- Those old car tires around
the doors did the trick, eh?

- You only put them on to
undermine my confidence.

- Before you undermined
our car insurance.

Right.

- Arden, are you
putting on weight?

- I got this call, I
thought it was Sunny.

It sounded like Sunny, so
I put it through

to Mr. Garrick's office.

And then a moment later,
he rushed out

saying he had to see Sunny
urgently alone.

- But I didn't call,
it wasn't me.

- Where was he going,
did he say?

- Yes, the country house.

- Where Mrs. Garrick lives?
- Yes.

- And what did they say
at the house?

Well, you've tried
phoning them, haven't you?

You haven't?

Phone them and keeping
phoning them till you get him.

- And when I do?

- If you do tell him to
get out of there.

Tell him to run for his life,
understand?

(Sunny groans)
(Suzy gasps)

- Oh, are you all right?

- I think it's broken.
- I'll get a doctor.

- No, look, there's no time.

Look, get to my father, don't
let anything happen to him.

Here, look, take my car keys.

My car's, oh I've dropped
them, here we are.

It's much faster, it'll
get you there sooner.

- I've always wanted
to drive one of these.

- Come on.

(jazzy music)

He's got a long start on us.

When you drove down there
before, how long did it take?

- Oh, about five hours.

- What?

- You know I have no
sense of direction.

- Well, how long would it take

a moderately efficient
homing pigeon?

- 60 minutes.

- Let's hope Garrick is
a nice sedate driver.

(dial tone)

- Keep on trying, Mrs. Terril.

I'm going for a doctor.

- A doctor?

(jazzy music)

(ominous music)

- Sunny?

(car engine stutters)

- Dead, stone cold dead.

Stay here, help will come soon.

- Oh, do the 5th Calvary
use this road often?

- That's an order.

- Brute!

(moped engine running)

(ominous music)

(car tires screech)

(ominous music)

- Mr. Garrick?

Mr. Garrick?

Mr. Garrick?

Oh, you gave me a fright.

For a moment there...

(suspenseful chord)

- You've been sabotaged.

- I beg your pardon?

- Cotton waste in the
petrol line, old army trick.

A certain way of stopping an
engine after a little while

and leave you stranded.

- Somebody wanted to stop Sunny.

- Sorry?

- So am I to have put you
through all this trouble.

- No trouble.

- Actually I have a very good
working knowledge of cars.

I could've probably
fixed it myself

except for one small thing.

- Oh, and what's that?

- I don't know how to
open the hood.

- I'm glad about that.

- Would you mind?

- [David] What are you
doing here, where's Sunny?

- Sunny denies making
that call, Mr. Garrick.

- But it was him, I'm
sure it was.

- It was whoever
wants to k*ll you.

They wanted you down here alone.

- Whoever...

- Your wife lives in the
lodge nearby, doesn't she?

- Yeah.

(car tires on gravel)

- Listen, I want you
out of sight

and undercover, Mr. Garrick.
- Don't be ridiculous.

I'm gonna see this thing
through to the end with you.

- Oh dear, I can see I'm
gonna have trouble with you.

- I'm prepared to see
this thing through and--

(fist thuds)

- Sorry about this, Mr. Garrick,
I just don't have the time.

(ominous music)

(body thuds)

(glass shatters)

(g*nshots)

(g*nshots)

(Suzy gasps)

- Arden?

Arden?

Arden!

- It's a foul-up all around.

- Arden?

- Pity.

- You!

You, you!
- I didn't want it this way.

Believe me, it wasn't
planned this way.

The car was supposed
to break down.

I was supposed to be
here before you.

It should all have
been over by now.

Even the ankle was planned.

You have to be in good condition
to fake a fall like that.

I didn't want to k*ll him.

- But you did!

You did!

And you hired someone
to k*ll your own father!

- (laughs) No, I hired
him to miss my father.

I get to k*ll him.

But all the other business,

it bundles up the issue,
don't you think?

It takes all the blame off me.

I shall have to k*ll you
too, I didn't plan that.

- I don't care.

- It was going to be
so nice too.

Neat, a switch-up plan
that would've worked.

I went through so much trouble
getting Brett here too.

Wasted.

It was gonna look as
though Dad k*lled Brett

out of jealousy then himself.

Dad.

Arden must've hidden him
away somewhere.

He must be here, he couldn't
have got away, I was watching.

He must be here somewhere.

- Sunny?

- Yes, Dad.

- But why?

I've given you everything.

- Given and taken, Dad.

You've got to be stopped
once and for all.

- Stopped?

- Look at me, Dad, look at me!

Are you proud of what you see?

A drunkard, a waster, a no-good?

Well, you should be proud,
Dad, 'cause you made me.

- You've had every chance.

- Oh yes, yes I've
started businesses.

Things I wanted to do.

Things I might even
have been good at!

And what happened, Dad?

You made sure that your
friends were my customers.

They didn't want me, Dad.

They just wanted to
keep in with you.

- I wanted to help.

- No, Dad, you wanted me
beholden to you.

You wanted to shape
destinies, to play god.

You wanted to stay king.

Well, you've had a long reign,
Dad.

And now you've got to be
stopped before you destroy me

the way you destroyed Mother.

You gave her everything,
didn't you?

You shaped her destiny.

I can't ever be anything
while you're still alive, Dad.

Your shadow's got too big,
too dark.

- Then be a success at this,
Sunny.

You see, I don't believe
you can even do this right.

I didn't make you a failure,
Sunny.

You always were, it's
in your nature.

But prove me wrong.

sh**t me.
- No!

- Now don't worry, Mrs. Buckley.

He doesn't have the guts,
do you, Sunny?

You've had everything:
education, opportunity.

Yes, you've even had love.

There's just one basic
vital factor missing,

that that turns a
boy into a man.

Go ahead, Sunny.

k*ll me.

(Suzy gasps)
(g*n clatters)

(fist thuds)
(Sunny groans)

- Arden!

- He was gonna do it.

He was going to k*ll me.

- Why not, he k*lled Brett.

And he k*lled me.

- But I hit you.

Three times at least I hit you!

- How did you do it?

- Bulletproof vest.

I haven't actually bought it.

I've just had it sent
on approval.

- Hmm, well I approve,
I certainly do approve.

But what made you put it on
at that particular moment?

I mean which clue was it?

Did Sunny betray himself
in some subtle way?

You sensed you were
walking into danger?

Instinct, hunch, the mark
of the true professional.

- It was none of those things.

- Well, what was it then?

- Well, you know me.

When I get something new,
I just can't resist it.

I have to put it on immediately.

- Oh, Arden, you flabbergast me.

- That seems like a good idea.

(light music)

(suspenseful music)