02x17 - The Noble Sportsman

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- (Applause)
- Yes? Thank you.

Herr Hans Kupflinger of Germany riding
Herbst in the best time yet-

and nine-tenths seconds.

Thanks. Very good news.

Showjumping is a sport in which
a great rider and a great horse

exercise their combined stamina,
skill and speed.

The idea is to get over the fences
without touching them

in the fastest time.

(Tannoy) 'Now it's Lord Yearley
on Golden Boy for Britain.'

(Applause)

Lord Yearley. The newspapers call him
"the noble sportsman". I guess he is.

He's championship calibre
in just about everything.

Golf, tennis, sh**ting, fishing
and, of course, showjumping.

(Hooves galloping, stopwatch ticking)

- Yes, yes. Thank you.
- (Applause)

And here's the time, ladies and
gentlemen - and six-tenths seconds.

A great win for Lord Yearley
on Golden Boy for Britain.

Simon, did you see Father?

Yes, Rose, my congratulations.
He won again.

Isn't it marvellous?
Simon, I want you to meet my mother.

- Your mother?!
- Stepmother, really. Lady Yearley.

Oh, Anne, darling,
this is the famous Simon Templar.

(Laughter and applause)

Can't drink any more!
Here, the only way to drink it!

- Lord Yearley, a great victory.
- Thank you. But the horse did it.

Go on!

Well clone! Hans Kupflinger,
hell of a fine rider. Better luck next time.

- Thank you.
- Cheers.

- To Hans!
- (All) To Hans! Cheers!

Have a good swig! Not every day you get
beaten by three-tenths of a second!

Come on, Anne, on your feet,
my love.

This is your favourite.

U' Slow jazz)

He's fantastic, this old man.

He's not that old.

Well, he's almost .
Is that not old?

Don't let Father hear you say that.

It isn't a question of years, but of heart.
Father's is as young as anybody's.

After all, he did b*at you.

Ach, but it is now once only.
It is not important.

A horse is one thing, you understand.
He carries the rider over the fences.

But, oh, that young wife of his -

that is a different kind of fence,
nicht wahr?

What a tasteless remark.

I did not mean anything wrong.
They are friends of mine.

- What's the matter, darling?
- I've got this splitting headache.

- Would you like to sit down?
- Yes, yes, I would, please.

- Then he won the championship.
- A great record.

- Excuse me, everyone, I'm leaving.
- Anne, why?

I have a headache. It's the excitement,
I expect, and this smoky atmosphere.

- I'll run you home.
- Oh, no, don't break up the party.

It's your celebration.
Simon, Hans, sit down.

- I can't bear you going home alone.
- Oh, now, don't worry, I'll be fine.

- I shan't be late.
- Don't worry.

Anne's perfectly capable
of looking after herself.

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, come on, everybody,
what are these glasses...

(Door buzzer)

Anne.

- Paul, I...
- Is something wrong?

L, er... I came tonight because I'm going
down to the country tomorrow.

I can't stay long. Thornton thinks
I'm home with a headache.

Anne, what is it?

I've been rehearsing all the way here
the way I'd tell you this.

I suppose the only way to do it
is to be blunt.

I want our friendship to end now,

before it goes any further,
before it's too late.

- What did you say?
- You heard me.

I heard the words.
I don't understand them.

Don't make a scene. I can't bear it.

Darling, you can't expect me
to take this seriously.

- What is it? What's happened?
- Please don't touch me.

- Anne, you can't mean it.
- I do mean it. I'm sorry.

- Sorry?
- Oh, don't be angry.

"Don't touch me. Don't be angry."
What on earth do you expect?

I'm in love with you
and you're saying it's over!

Yes...yes, it is.

- What on earth is this all about?
- It's Thornton.

- What about him?
- l...l can't leave him.

- Since when?
- I can't. He...

He loves me very much.

Well, that's a thought that hasn't
crossed your mind for months.

- He worships me.
- Oh, yes, of course!

When he isn't riding, sailing or sh**ting!

You're listed between
the horses and the boat!

Oh, it's so involved. Try and understand.

I don't understand a single word!

- Why this att*ck of wifely devotion?
- I'm going now.

Oh, no! You can't drop a bombshell
like this and just walk out!

Paul, I have a reason, a good one.

Perhaps being Lady Yearley
is suddenly more attractive

than being plain Mrs Paul Farley.

- Let me go.
- Anne, I love you.

I want to marry you. We've talked
about it, we've planned it.

- If it takes time...
- We won't see other again.

I'll be working in your house.
We can't avoid it.

We can avoid this.

Out of the blue,
you tell me we're finished! Why?

Are you tired of me?
Have I done something? Why?

I'm going to have Thornton's child.

Oh, I wish you'd been there!

Young Hans got as tight as a tick
and we had to put him in a taxi!

What a party!
How's your headache, darling?

It's better, thank you.

- Can I get you anything?
- No.

- Thornton, please don't.
- Have I done something wrong?

- No.
- What is it, then?

It's am.
You've got a meeting at nine.

- But I love you!
- Don't.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry too.

I just don't seem to be able
to breathe in London.

I'll go down to Stedland tomorrow,
if you don't mind.

No, of course not.

Country air will do you good. I wish
you'd look into that rebuilding idea.

Paul's coming for the weekend.
He'd value your opinion.

Why Paul? Aren't there
any other architects?

- I thought you liked Paul Farley.
- Yes, I do.

I'm sure there are others
with more experience.

I can hardly choke him off now.
I've already engaged him.

- It doesn't matter.
- Is anything bothering you?

You've been so odd all evening.

Yes. Some women get morning sickness.
Mine seems to be the -hour variety.

You're not...?

Anne!

Anne, darling!

Don't rush out in the morning and buy
a cricket bat. It might be a girl!

It'll be the finest shopping centre
in London.

Seven stores
and a playground for children.

- Parking for a thousand cars.
- A supermarket and a cinema.

I intend to engage Paul Farley
Associates as architects.

You know him, I believe.

Very creative,
tremendously imaginative!

My solicitors will do the contracts.
You can expect them late next week.

Mr Walmar...you're not going
to like this, I'm afraid,

and I'm sorry.

- I've changed my mind.
- You've what?

The land is not for sale.
At least, not to you.

- Thornton!
- But l...l don't understand.

- We have an agreement.
- Nothing in writing.

I didn't think it was necessary.
We shook hands on the deal.

- Yes. I'm very sorry.
- We've been doing business for years.

- I had assumed...
- Assumptions, Mr Walmar, are a mistake.

- What's this all about?
- Simple. I've changed my mind.

- You might have told me!
- I'm not answerable to you, Kelly.

- When did you become my partner?
- Look...

Please, let's not lose our tempers.

I thought that you and I had a deal.

Apparently I was wrong.
I want to know why.

The council want to build
a children's hospital.

A hospital?

They won't begin to pay what I will.

I'm aware of that.

I'm more interested in the children's
hospital than I am in a supermarket.

- Since when?
- Since you asked so politely, last night.

You see, gentlemen, it appears that,
well, I'm to become a father.

Well...l congratulate you.

I don't see how it alters
the situation.

Oh, but it does. You see, I shall
have a son, I'll have an heir.

- Oh, it'll be a boy, I know that.
- You do?

I can't explain this any better,
Mr Walmar.

My whole attitude to my estate,
my business, is completely changed.

- Lord Yearley...
- I'm sorry. There's nothing more to it.

- The land is not for sale.
- Is that final?

I'm signing with the council on Monday.

- You couldn't think it over?
- My mind is made up.

In that case, I won't waste
your time any further.

Good morning, gentlemen.

- What's behind this?
- I've just told you.

It doesn't make sense! What do you care
about a children's hospital?

Kelly, I'm a rich man.

I have reached a point in life
where I can do what I please.

I'm quite content with
a small profit on that land.

It's for an ideal.

Or publicity. Are they calling it
the Yearley Hospital?

Aren't you in the papers enough?
Are you looking for immortality?

While you're picking up trophies,
I'm trying to run this organisation

and fix up a deal
where you can make a big profit!

And you back out of it for a whim!

I'm sick and tired
of you being the noble sportsman

while I clothe all the work!

Games, games, games
is all you think about!

You're nothing
but an overgrown schoolboy!

- Have you quite finished?
- Yes, I have!

You know what you deserve - the sack.
Right now! Bang, out in the street!

Thornton, I'm sorry. I didn't mean
all that. I'm...a bit overtired.

All right, all right, all right.
I'm not going to sack you.

I didn't hear a word you said.

You know who you've got to thank -
my future son.

Thornton... I'm sorry I lost my temper.

- I apologise.
- That's all right.

But you're paid to look after
my interests, not yours.

I've always been loyal to you.
I didn't mean it. Forgive me.

All right.

- Oh, Thornton, you're early!
- Yes, I am.

- I just couldn't wait to see you.
- Oh, darling.

- Oh, darling, I'm so happy!
- Are you?

Oh, I certainly am!

I've always wanted a son more than
anything else in the world!

Someone to carry on from me!
A boy who'd grow up to be a...

- Oh, hell, you know what I mean!
- Yes, I know what you mean.

- I've written off to Eton.
- You didn't?!

Can't waste any time
getting his name down!

Don't build up your hopes,
it might be a girl.

Absolutely impossible!
It's going to be a boy!

And he'll do something I never did - win
the Grand National! Here's to him!

Kelly, you've got to convince him.

I'm as anxious as you are
for this to go through.

This nonsense about a son.
What is he thinking?

He's got an urge to benefit mankind.

He's won every trophy,
now he wants a monument.

- The Yearley Hospital for Children.
- You have to change his mind.

- I couldn't.
- You'd better.

There's £ , for you in this deal.

Do you think I don't know that?
I'd be independent of him.

- You don't like him, do you?
- I hate him.

He's not signing with the council
till Monday.

Somehow, between now and then,
we're going to stop him.

Let's not be too squeamish
about how we do it.

Come in.

Thank you, Peters.

Anything for me?

No, it just looks like bills.

Oh, Colonel Capel called last night.
He can't make the hunt on Saturday.

- Is anything wrong?
- No, nothing.

- You're white as a sheet.
- Am I?

I didn't sleep well last night.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm fine.

- You don't look fine.
- Oh, shut up, darling. Don't fuss.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Mr Bates is here.

Oh, tell him to go to hell!

It's the third time this week.
He's very persistent.

- I'm out. I've gone to London.
- Very good, my Lord.

I'd better see him.
Show him into the study.

Yes, my Lord.

These people with causes!

- Mr Bates?
- He crusades against blood sports.

Sees himself as the fox's friend!

Mr Bates, what is it you want?

- I have something to say to you.
- Then say it.

You may be the big noise here,
but you don't own my farm.

I'll have no foxes chased across
my land by your blasted hounds.

The hunt pays compensation
for crop damage.

It's not the damage
I'm worried about.

I don't hold with hounds chasing foxes
and savaging 'em! Barbaric cruelty!

- Look here...
- You look here!

If your hounds set foot on my land,
they'll get it with both barrels!

That goes for you
and your snob friends too!

Good day, Mr Bates.

I don't like threats!

And I don't like the "nobility" who
ride roughshod over ordinary folk!

Don't say I didn't warn you!

If the hunt crosses my land, you'll
get a backside full of buckshot!

(Door slams)

- What was all that about?
- Oh, nothing.

He's a fool of a man.
He's a fanatic.

- Going to London?
- Later.

- Want a lift home?
- What time?

- Four.
- I'll come to your office.

- Take care of yourself.
- Bye-bye.

"Yearly, you are going to die.

"I know because
I'm going to k*ll you."

- Rose, it's some crackpot.
- Aren't all murderers crackpots?

- Was your father upset?
- Terribly.

He didn't say anything,
but he went ashen.

- Why doesn't he go to the police?
- He hates publicity.

Please help me. Come and talk
to Father in his office.

- He might think I was interfering.
- No, he'd be grateful.

He'll listen to you, he respects you.

What the blazes do you think
you're doing?

How dare you take a letter
from my briefcase and read it!

I saw how you looked
when you read it.

- Do you often read people's mail?
- Does that matter?

- It matters a great deal.
- Anne agreed I should see Simon.

Oh, no! Oh! Heavens, girl!

You go and upset Anne
at a time like this!

What are you doing, interfering?

She's only trying to help.
Rose is your daughter, she loves you.

- That's why she's frightened.
- Well, I'm not!

- I don't like little girls who pry!
- Well, I'd take this to the police.

Mr Templar, I am sure your advice
is very much sought-after,

but I can look after myself.

You're being stubborn!

I'm trying to protect you and Anne

from a lot of worry
about a damn fool anonymous letter!

When I want your advice,
I'll ask for it!

I'm sorry. I lost my temper
this afternoon. I didn't mean to.

That's all right.

I know you were only trying to help.

I shouldn't have snapped at you.

Come on.

Come on, darling, forgive me.

Yes.

Don't worry about me. Nobody will
hurt me. I'm indestructible.

Watch out!

- Are you all right?
- We could have been k*lled.

- I know.
- It missed us by inches.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

- What happened?
- The brakes wouldn't hold.

It's a miracle we're not dead.

Mm. You couldn't be mistaken?

You're quite certain?

I see. Yes, yes, carry on. Repair it.

All right, thanks. Good night.

- Well?
- Someone's tampered with the car.

The brake leads were sawn through.

- What will you do now?
- I don't know.

- It's crazy to do nothing.
- Where was the car today?

In the parking lot outside the office.

- So anyone could've done this.
- Yeah.

- Call the police.
- Please!

- Nonsense.
- In heaven's name, why?

You want me to ask for protection?

But for a lucky chance,
you and Rose might have been k*lled!

- Don't get upset.
- Oh, it's absurd!

It's ridiculous not to ask for help!

You get a threatening letter,
then you're nearly k*lled!

- What does it take to convince you?
- I won't call the police.

If you feel so strongly,
talk to Simon again.

- After this morning?
- Simon doesn't hold grudges.

He'll understand.
He knows about this sort of thing.

I've come round to see you
because I was rude to you yesterday.

- I want to apologise.
- You don't have to.

Very generous of you.
If your offer to help stands...

- Of course.
- Thank you.

- Where do we start?
- Do you have the letter?

Yes, I've got it here.
There's the beastly thing.

London West One postmark.

Leave this with me.
I'll find out what I can.

Not a letter you'd get from a friend.

No, it's not. What can you
tell me about it, Tom?

The print's a -point Roman italic.

The paper's
a -pound medium progress art.

What does that suggest to you?

When you consider the type
and the paper together,

I'd guess these words were cut out
either from Photographic Monthly

or House & Design.

Photographic Monthly I know.
What's House & Design?

It's what the title suggests.

It's a quarterly publication read by
architects, builders, contractors...

House & Design. I know it.
We take it here.

- We?
- The company.

There's always copies of it
floating around.

Lord Yearley, do you have any enemies?

Enemies? Yes, I think in my lifetime,
I've made a good few men dislike me.

Has anything happened recently
that would have inspired that letter?

Well, I had a dust-up with my general
manager - Kelly. Ugly little scene.

I've rather upset a chap
called Bruno Walmar.

H OW?

I refused to sell him some property.
He'd have made a huge great profit.

Do you suppose you could get
Kelly and Walmar together

in the same place at the same time?

- Say, your house for the weekend?
- I could, yes.

- I think they'd be a bit surprised.
- That's what I want.

All right, I'll invite 'em, do it today.

I'll talk to you before the weekend.

Oh, look, I've already asked someone
for the weekend. Does that matter?

- Depends who it is.
- Farley, an architect.

- He's doing some work at my place.
- An architect?

Well, I guess he subscribes
to House & Design?

Could be, but Paul Farley's not our man.

- Why do you say that?
- He's an old friend.

Well, it's always nice to have
a friend around.

(Door buzzer)

Paul, I'm sorry, but I had to see you.

- Am I disturbing you?
- Er, no, no.

- I've a business appointment soon.
- It won't take long.

- Did you send Thornton a letter?
- I've sent him lots.

- Which one?
- One threatening to k*ll him.

- You're joking!
- This is not just a wild accusation.

Somebody tampered with his car.
He and Rose were nearly k*lled.

- Oh, Anne!
- It's true!

Someone messed about with the brakes.
They wouldn't hold.

And you immediately thought of me?
Thank you for your high opinion!

Paul, I've been so frightened!

I thought you knew me better than that.

Yes, yes, I'm sorry.

(Door buzzer)

- Good morning, Paul.
- Hello, Bruno. Come in, will you?

- Oh, am I too early?
- No, not at all.

May I present Bruno Walmar?
This is Lady Yearley.

How do you do?

Well, I'll leave you now, Paul.
Thanks for the advice.

Oh, l...think we'll be seeing you
this weekend.

- I'm looking forward to it.
- Goodbye.

You're the sly one, aren't you?
Lady Yearley, no less.

What do you mean?

I've thought of every way
of getting Lord Yearley to see reason

except through
the intervention of his wife.

- How well do you know her?
- She's my employer.

- Is that all?
- That's all!

Oh, now, don't be so touchy.

Yearley can make you and me
a great deal of money.

So much that...
Well, it's only sensible for us

to use every w*apon in the arsenal.

I don't understand
what we're doing here.

- He's reconsidering my proposition.
- He isn't. He's up to something.

Will you stop acting
like a frightened employee?

- Delicious dinner, Lady Yearley.
- Thank you.

I haven't had the chance
to say this before,

but I understand congratulations
are in order.

- You must be very happy.
- Yes, we are.

- Lord Yearley's always wanted a son.
- Yes.

- Of his own.
- What do you mean?

- It is his? Or is it Paul's?
- How dare you!

Very easy. I know all the facts.
You and Paul are having an affair.

Your husband doesn't know anything
about it, does he?

- I'd hate to have to tell him.
- Why are you talking like this?

I want your help.

- Is there anything else, my lady?
- No, thank you.

Hello, darling. Mr Walmar. I'm boring
everyone stiff - onto horses again!

What would you like to do?
Shall we play bridge or billiards?

Not me. I've some business
to talk over with Simon.

- Not all night, Father, please!
- I promise.

I'll hold him to it, don't worry.

Mr Walmar, how about
a fast, frantic game of billiards?

- I've never played.
- Here's your chance to learn.

Let me warn you,
Rose is the Joe Davis of Stedland.

- Won't you join us, Mr Kelly? Paul?
- All right.

Paul...please.

Yes. I'll join you in a minute.

- Walmar knows about us.
- What do you mean?

- He threatened me.
- What?

- Sorry to be so mysterious.
- (Simon) Why be sorry?

I thrive on the mysterious.

That arrived this afternoon.

Another one, eh?

"This is your last weekend on earth.
Enjoy it."

- What do you make of that?
- It's the same printing.

Same paper as the other.

So it's someone who takes in House
& Design or at least has access to it.

Which means Walmar, Kelly or Farley.

- It couldn't be Farley.
- What makes you so sure?

Well, I'm one of his best clients.
I paid him a small fortune last year.

He's redone half this house
and is doing the rest of it.

If anything happened to me,
he'd lose a big part of his income.

All right. So we concentrate
on Walmar and Kelly.

- Well, that makes more sense to me.
- Suppose we join them.

Walmar's bluffing, it's pure guesswork.

I'm so frightened.

Thornton, you're jumping
to the wrong conclusion.

Answer me. ls Farley here because
he's an architect? Or your lover?

- You engaged him to do the house.
- That's not what I asked!

- I won't dignify it with an answer.
- You've been seeing him.

Do you expect me to go out every time
he comes here? Don't be ridiculous.

Are you in love with him?
You had an affair.

(Sighing) Oh, Thornton, no.
We...we had a mild flirtation.

It was silly,
but I was lonely and so was he.

- How very touching!
- He's very fond of me.

I bet he's fond of me too - £ , worth!

- What a cheap way for you to behave.
- I have not behaved, as you put it.

If you'd been home,
I'd never have noticed Paul!

- It's my fault you're promiscuous?
- I'm not promiscuous!

You're so occupied with playing games!

You leave me alone
in this house for days!

Rose is at college and you're always
off somewhere golfing or skiing.

Paul was here
and he was attentive and kind.

- And so you went to bed with him.
- No!

He's the father of this child.

That's right, run away from the truth!

I am not running away from the truth!

But I just don't want to sleep
in this room tonight.

(Door closes)

(g*nsh*t)

(Rose) What's wrong? Was that a sh*t?

- (Simon) Lord Yearley!
- Yes, all right, just a minute!

- What happened?
- I was sh*t at from the balcony.

- What's happening?
- Someone tried to k*ll him!

- They failed.
- I'm going to the police.

- Wait!
- It's idiotic...

If I want the police, I'll call them.
Be a good girl and go back to bed.

The ivy's torn away from the house.
Did you see anything?

No, I was asleep. The sh*t woke me.
I was pretty dazed at first.

I rushed to the balcony,
but no one was there.

. calibre. Not much of a sh*t
to miss from that distance.

The dressing-room window
opens onto the balcony.

- It does.
- Did you hear anything?

No, not until the sh*t woke me.

I'll get some clothes on,
look around the grounds.

- What do you think of all this?
- Shocking, isn't it?

Too bad the blighter missed.

- Walmar, for heaven's sake!
- Why pretend?

- Wasn't you, by any chance?
- Will you shut up?

It would've been typical of you to
bungle it. Missing him at feet.

- Did you find anything?
- Yes and no.

- What do you mean?
- No footprints under the balcony.

- Has to be somebody in the house.
- But who?

- I'm not sure yet.
- Simon.

- (Yearley) Look.
- What is it?

One of these g*ns is missing.

- The Beretta lived in that corner.
- (Anne) It was there this morning.

- Is this kept locked?
- No, it's never locked.

- Someone inside could've taken it.
- Yes.

- Was it there before we went to bed?
- I've no idea.

I don't think there's anything I can
do about it now. I'm going to bed.

Good idea. I'm hunting at nine.

You're not!
After what happened tonight?

Oh, Anne, don't be silly. Nobody's
going to try anything in daylight.

- What about Bates?
- I can handle him!

- What do you think, Simon?
- I think he's safe hunting.

But I'll ride along
and keep my eyes open.

All right. If it stops you worrying.

- Thank you very much, Simon.
- You're welcome. Good night.

Good night.

Oh, Thornton, I'm so worried.

Are you?

I mean, whoever it is, supposing
next time they're successful?

Then you'd be free to marry Farley.
Not to mention the money you'd get.

Simon! Where are you going?

- I'm going to town.
- But it's three in the morning!

What better hour for a look
at Farley's flat?

- Are you going to break in?
- Goodness gracious, no.

That has connotations of illegality.

- What?
- It's against the law.

Mr Farley is a gentlemen who empties
his pockets upon retiring.

See you at breakfast.

(Key turning in lock)

Well, have a drink, Simon.

Yes, yes, I think I will.

Che...

(Hunting horn blaring)

(Hunting horn blaring)

Get out of the way, Bates!

You're not touching my land!

Get out of the way, Bates!

Don't say I didn't warn you!

What's the matter?
Why didn't you sh**t? Got no guts?

I might hit the horse.

Why don't you hit me?

Thornton, stop it!

- You could've been hurt!
- I told you I could handle Bates!

- What does that prove?
- It proves he's got no guts!

A damn shame. We were having
a good run till Bates spoiled everything.

- Weren't you afraid he'd sh**t?
- Lord, no. His kind never do.

Well, the ladies are changing.
Time we did too.

It's nearly eight o'clock.

- Did you look at my plans?
- Yes, I did. Excellent.

Can't we discuss them?
That's the point of my coming down.

Sure. We'll go and have
a look at them now.

- What's the idea?
- Just so as we're not disturbed.

- Why put the key in your pocket?
- Like to take it from me?

Why should I want to do that?

Why would you want
to send me threatening letters?

On my word of honour,
I didn't send you those letters.

I know. I sent them to myself.

- Are you out of your mind?
- I'm not a young man.

I've got a wife just half my age.
Do you know how that feels?

- No, I don't.
- It feels...insecure.

Especially when
she's going to have a child.

- You don't think it's mine?
- I suspect it's yours.

- It isn't.
- Tell me, just out of interest.

Do you love Anne?

- Yes.
- Does she love you?

- Ask her.
- I have. She denies it.

Then believe it. It's true.

Well...it'll all be the same
when you're dead, won't it?

Yes, I've planned this
pretty damn well, I think.

I've created an atmosphere
in which I'm being threatened.

I've allowed myself to be persuaded
to bring in Templar for protection.

He'll make an excellent witness.
Everything fits beautifully.

It doesn't. These things never do.
You'll have made mistakes.

I don't think so. Even the letters
will be traced to you.

You see, I cut the words out of
copies of House & Design

which you lent me.

I returned them to you.
I knew you wouldn't examine them.

House & Design isn't the kind of thing
one reads twice.

The mutilated copies will be found
in your flat.

The words are pasted
on some of your own drawing paper.

Anything else you want to ask?

All right, then... Take it.

Take it!

No? Pick it up.

- Why?
- I'll tell the police you came in,

pulled that g*n and tried to k*ll me.

I sh*t you in self-defence.

You don't understand, do you?

I've got a g*n too.

I don't want to sh**t you
in cold blood, unresisting.

So...I've got to get to that drawer,

grab the g*n and k*ll you
before you can k*ll me.

- You mean, a duel?
- You can call it that.

Only one of us will go through
that door alive - to Anne.

Now, pick it up.

- Be reasonable, you can't...
- Oh, yes, I can.

Anne will believe me, when I prove
you cut the brake leads of my car.

- I what?
- There's a hacksaw in your car boot.

Go on, pick up that g*n!

- I won't.
- Why not?

You're younger than I am, years
younger. You've a sporting chance!

- Try for it!
- Never!

- Do you think I'm out of my mind?
- You're a coward!

(Clock ticks quietly)

When that clock stops chiming,
I'll go for my g*n.

- (Clock chiming)
- Eight, seven...

- This way you've got a chance.
- I won't do it!

You've no choice. Four seconds to go.

- (Clock chiming)
- Two...one.

All right, if that's the way you want it!

(g*n clicking)

Don't bother. I took the precaution
of unloading them both.

- You might as well let me have it.
- You're so damn smart, Templar!

- Where do we go from here?
- Farley, call the police. They're waiting.

It would've been a very one-sided duel.

I must confess, when I unloaded
your Walther this morning,

I didn't know you were going
to plant this one too.

(Simon) The police are here.

Well, that's that, isn't it?

Nothing much I can say.

- Goodbye, my darling.
- Goodbye, Father.

- Take care of Anne.
- I'll come with you.

- Darling, no.
- Please.

Well, Simon, there it is.

Risky old game...and I lost it.

Don't come any further.
I'd rather you didn't.

Thornton, I'm your wife.

If you have to go to prison,
well...well, I'll wait.

Oh, Anne.

Darling, it is our child.

Believe me.

I do.

- I do.
- (Door opening)

(Car driving away)

Rose, I'm sorry.
Sorry things worked out this way.

Wish you hadn't come to me for help.

No, I'm glad I did.

If I hadn't, they might be
arresting him for m*rder.

No matter what people say...

...I'll always think of him
as a noble sportsman.