- I shan't need the car tonight. - All right.
Thank you, sir. - Happy new year.
And you, sir.
Extra, extra.
Read all about it.
Another m*rder in Limehouse Come and get your papers.
Come and get your papers.
There you go, gov. Extra, extra.
Another m*rder in Limehouse.
Come and get your papers!
Hello.
How old are you?
, sir.
I'll be around the back in a minute.
Yes, sir.
[chattering and singing]
Happy new year, darling.
Don't you--
Oh God.
I'm beyond the law, Tyburn.
Even your kind of law!
No!
CONDUCTOR: Nairobi.
This is the train to Nairobi.
Nairobi.
This is the train to Nairobi.
Embark here.
Pardon me, brother.
[shouting]
Now, take that!
Huh?
You daft f*ck.
You're hopeless!
What are you, boy?
Bust him soundly, Freddie.
Teach the black there a lesson! - I need to.
Leave him!
I'm sorry, old man.
Look, we were out celebrating my engagement
to the most beautiful-- and this brute leaves
the lime out of our gin and H.
Are you all right?
Do you want to proffer charges against these men?
- Judge, now see here. - Oh, you're drunk!
Why don't you go home and sleep it off, before you
cause any more trouble?
Fine turn out, Burkitt.
Good God.
Lanyard.
Coolness under fire, what?
Sir, Constable Karinde.
Sir.
Follow me, Karinde.
Get up, will you, get up.
On your feet, on your feet!
Get ready!
Attention!
[band playing]
All right?
You said two bob.
For the luggage, effendi.
sh*t.
What's this?
Three drunks I've lifted for a fray.
You've lifted?
My name's Tyburn.
I believe I'm expected.
Superintendent Tyburn?
Good lord.
I mean-- I mean, how do you do?
Sir, Assistant Superintendent Lanyard, sir!
Pleased to meet you.
My apologies, sir.
I would have met you from the train, but bit of a flap
on, I'm afraid.
Missing person.
And as you can see, governor's annual inspection.
When trouble comes, sir, it comes not in single spies
but in battalions, as Bwana Shakespeare tells us.
Constable Karinde, sir.
Educated by the Scots mission.
I suppose we must be grateful it's not Bwana Burns.
I'm instructed to report to the police commissioner.
Yes, of course, sir.
Well, I'll take you across.
Constable Karinde, see these chaps
locked up, and then take Superintendent Tyburn's
luggage to his quarters. - Yes, sir.
Follow me, please, sir.
A Well, I'll go and tell the commissioner you're here, sir.
Hmm!
Down, girl.
Oh, boy.
You're a complete bloody spoilsport, Cameron.
I know you're used to plain clothes,
but I expect my officers to wear uniforms at all times.
Ronald Burkitt, police commissioner.
Well, I don't take up my duties till tomorrow, sir,
officially.
My credentials.
You were in the ninth lancers, weren't you?
Under Rad.
Yes, sir.
I went to school with Rad.
An engaging enough fellow in his own way,
but to my opinion, a physical coward.
Well, as he himself said, sir, "the wall game is one thing.
w*r is another."
But you didn't do too badly out of it, do you?
A Distinguished Service Medal.
Ah, Sir Rex.
Let me present Superintendent Tyburn.
Oh, the chap London sent to head
our new criminal investigation department, is it?
Rex Willoughby, a governor of the colony.
Welcome to Kenya.
Thank you, sir.
Gonna show Burkitt here how it's done, are you?
Afraid you might find our ways a little
primitive after Scotland Yard.
Crime's crime, sir.
Burkitt couldn't see the need for a criminal investigation
department, could you, Burkitt?
But we must move with the times, what?
Uh, you'll find the settlers are a law-abiding bunch,
on the whole.
Too worried rinderpest and whether the rains
will come to make much trouble.
What provides most of the work at present, sir?
Our main problem seems to be motor vehicle.
Theft?
No, illegal parking, blocked thoroughfares, and so forth.
I understand Father Grogan had his bicycle stolen last night.
His bicycle?
There's been a few fires here recently, sir, actually.
Damned inconvenient for him.
Grogan relies on it to get around the parish, do you see?
Yes.
Well, I'll make it top priority, Sir Rex.
Is there any serious crime?
Native provides us with most of our headaches.
Tribal disputes, poaching, hotspot
of banditry, drivers flagged down and robbed at gunpoint.
What about these fires?
Do you suspect arson?
Oh no, sir.
Nothing like that, sir.
The Indians build too close together, do you see.
I've warned them time and time again,
but one may as well talk to one's dog.
You see, we don't have a standing fire service here,
sir.
So if something goes up, it's a case of all hands to the pumps,
quite literally.
There you are.
Constable, I arrested this man.
Why isn't he under lock and key?
[chuckling]
This man, Superintendent Tyburn, is my nephew.
Well, we were all jolly impressed.
I mean, Scotland Yard?
It's not every day, is it?
But I mean, why did you--
what brought you to Kenya?
A boat.
How many men are working with me?
Well, it'll be myself, of course,
and Constable Karinde has been temporarily
assigned as your driver.
Well, that's it?
Just the three of us.
Well, there is talk we might have a sergeant attached
if we find ourselves pressed.
All right, [inaudible] all done are you?
Well, as quickly as you can, please.
Thank you.
Your g*n, sir.
Follow me, please, sir.
This way, sir.
How long have you been out here?
About four years, sir.
Where were you before?
Kings Abbot.
It's a little village near Dorkin.
Where did you serve?
Serve, sir?
I didn't serve, actually.
I was trained for a missionary myself,
but I didn't have the calling.
This is you over here, sir.
I thought I'd take a room in town.
No.
No, I'm afraid not, sir.
All officers are quartered at the mess.
Commissioner Burkitt's orders.
He's running a police force or a bloody army?
Well, a bit of both, to be quite honest, sir.
You see, in conjunction with our usual duties,
we work very closely with Kings African r*fles, border patrols,
so forth.
Here we are, sir.
[groaning]
Um, the sounds are next door, sir.
We're holding a kip who overdid it with the timber last night.
Well, I'll leave you to unpack, sir.
Lanyard!
Who's this missing person?
Lord Ellesmere's wife, sir, Lady Daphne.
Well, according to Muhammad-- that's
their senior house boy-- she left
the Kifaru around midnight, never came home.
[shouting]
[muttering]
It's Dr. Emil Mueller, sir.
He's got a small practice in the town.
German?
Yes, but he's quite decent, actually.
Ex-army surgeon decorated by the Kaiser himself.
Oh, good afternoon, Muhammad.
Good afternoon, sir.
[shouting]
Some new chap from London, apparently.
Lord Ellesmere, may I introduce
you Superintendent Tyburn?
He's the newly arrived head of our investigations department.
Pleased to meet you, sir.
I just wanted to ask you a few questions
about last night's events.
Of course.
What's your poison?
Not for me, thank you.
Well, we attended young Freddie Willoughby's engagement
party at the Kifaru Club.
Arrived about :.
Daphne suffered one of her headaches
and left for home around midnight.
Do you have any idea where she might have gone?
No.
I drove back with you.
What time was it, Gussie?
Around :.
You are, sir?
I'm sorry, Superintendent.
This is our solicitor, Gussie Carstairs and Gladys,
of course, Gussie's wife.
How do you do?
Yes, I slept for a few hours, and then
I don't know what damn notion woke me,
but I cut along to Daphne's room, and she wasn't there.
What time was that?
:, :.
And then I noticed that her car wasn't there,
and I-- well, sent old Muhammad out to raise the alarm.
Had she been drinking, sir?
It was a party.
She was a little tight, Harry.
If she'd lost her way or had an accident,
surely your time would be better spent actually looking
for her, Superintendent!
Of course, sir.
Well, I won't keep you from your game
any longer than is absolutely necessary,
but one last question.
Was your wife wearing any jewelry last night?
Jewelry?
Yes, I suppose she was wearing some pearls.
Didn't seem to be bothered by her disappearance, did he?
Check his account of what happened with the staff
at the Kifaru Club.
Yes, sir.
One usually takes a gentleman like Lord
Ellesmere at his word.
Who cares if he's a gentleman or not?
Cop ABC still holds good.
Coppers' ABC, sir?
A, accept nothing.
And what's B, sir?
I think A's enough to be going on with.
Karinde.
Constable.
It's Europeans only, I'm afraid, sir.
Mr. DeVille, Superintendent Tyburn.
Chico, please.
How do you do?
What manner of wickedness brings you to the Kifaru?
Lady Ellesmere went missing on the way home from a party
here last night, and I understand
you were one of the guests.
Really, this is too much.
"Daphne's disappearance."
Sounds like the title of a cheap novelette.
Well, we're taking the matter very seriously, actually.
Then, more fool you.
If you want my advice, wire the Grand Hotel in Mombasa?
That's where she normally runs off to after a spat with Harry.
She had a falling out with her husband?
Oh, she created the most frightful scene.
Called Harry every name she could lay her tongue to,
and then stormed off.
Was she on her own when she left?
No No idea.
I was rather distracted.
Boy Cameron left a few moments after Daphne.
I see.
Well, thank you very much for your help, Mr. DeVille.
Not at all.
Anything I can do to help the boys in brown.
If I were you, I'd take something for that cold.
I suffer with hay fever.
Of course.
Yes, well, I wouldn't set too much store by the ramblings
of that wretched catamite.
I was wondering about his suggestion about this Cameron
and Lady Ellesmere.
Well, Viscount Cameron does enjoy a reputation as a bit
of an out and out, yes.
But Lady Daphne?
She always struck me as a cut above the rest of them, sir.
Get over to the telegraph office and wire Mombasa.
And I'll press on with the search.
Really, sir?
Well, you could be out there all day and not find her.
It's an awful lot of ground to cover.
Good afternoon.
My name's Tyburn.
I wanted to ask someone about going up in one of these.
Excuse me, miss.
Emma Fitzgerald.
You want to go on safari?
Not exactly.
What are you after, cheetah, lion?
I'm afraid I'm looking for a missing person by the name
with Lady Daphne Ellesmere.
Do you know her?
She's my sister.
When did you last see her?
A couple of weeks ago.
How did she seem?
Daphne was always worried about something,
Superintendent.
Last time I saw her, she was in a state of complete hysteria,
convinced the brakes on her car had been tampered with.
TYBURN: And had they?
No, of course not.
I checked them myself.
The clutch cable was loose, but given the state of the roads,
it's hardly surprising.
Why would she think someone was trying to harm her?
Daphne had not been herself from some time.
She was always of a romantic disposition
from a girl, stories, exaggerations.
Lately, her fantasies have taken a somewhat morbid turn.
You didn't believe her?
I told her if that's what she really thought,
she should notify the police.
I think you better stay here.
I want to see.
Constable.
[g*nsh*t]
[birds flutter away]
Dr. Strachan, sir.
Well, what is it that couldn't wait until morning?
Here.
Good God.
You brought me all the way out here for this?
I know you're new to the colony--
The procedure with any suspicious death
is to view the body in situ.
Suspicious?
She's been att*cked by a big cat.
Any damn fool can see as much.
Have her brought to mortuary.
I'll examine her tomorrow.
You'll perform the post-mortem tonight, Dr. Strachan.
How many lion att*cks have you had around here lately?
Well, in fact, sir--
good lord, sir.
You don't really suspect foul play, do you?
I mean, she's had an accident, hasn't she?
She's run out of petrol--
We'll have a better idea once we've found the car.
Resume the search at dawn.
And would you mind driving Miss Fitzgerald home?
Of course, sir.
Poor Daphne!
Poor old girl.
I was waiting at home for news.
Had to get out. I had to.
People.
Where?
I mean, how?
She was discovered in the bushes
about miles west of town.
Harry.
She's dead, Gussie.
No.
How?
It appears that Lady Ellesmere was the victim of an att*ck
by a wild animal, most probably a lion.
Are you absolutely sure?
Of course I'm bloody sure.
Have you seen anyone k*lled by a lion before?
Can you put a time to it?
Her rigor would suggest the early hours of this morning.
But there's such massive tissue and muscle loss,
it's difficult to be certain.
Did you know her well?
She was a patient.
I hadn't seen her for some time.
A very decent woman.
It's a damn shame.
Lanyard, what are doing up?
I am sorry, sir.
I just wanted to--
about earlier, my behavior, being sick.
I must apologize, sir.
She your first?
Like that, sir, yes.
First one's always bad.
One gets used to it, I expect.
Go to bed, man.
You look dead on your feet.
Well, it's been an eventful day, sir.
TYBURN: Yes.
[door closes]
[music playing]
[non-english speech]
MAN: Superintendent Tyburn, sir.
How far is this from where she was found?
About three miles due east.
Has anyone touched the vehicle?
No, sir.
So we have a fingerprint, officer?
Yes, sir, Sub Inspector Singh.
Right, have him go over it.
Pencil.
Sir.
Any sign of the pearls yet?
No, not yet.
What's he doing here?
So it came off the road up here, Lanyard?
Yes, well, it looks that way, sir.
Where your uniform?
Uh, not finished, sir.
She must have been trying to make her way back to town
on foot.
Where does this road lead?
Straight into the bush, sir.
- Any tracks? - Tracks?
Besides her car?
Any tire tracks, footprints?
Don't tell me nobody checked!
Well, I don't think there were any tracks, sir.
Well, the next time you turn a potential crime
scene into Brooklyn's racetrack, you make sure.
Crime scene?
Don't talk rot!
It's obvious what happened here.
She lost her way.
Probably intoxicated, falls asleep at the wheel,
veers off the road.
Why didn't she stay with the car?
Really, Tyburn.
You can't expect a woman to show the same degree
of levelheadedness as you and I might bring
to bear in such a situation.
I imagine she was frightened, confused, and may very well
have been injured in the crash.
All the more reason to stay put.
What about the car being in neutral gear?
You have an explanation for that?
I imagine she fell against the gear stick during the crash,
obviously. - And the headlamps?
- What about them? - They were turned off.
Even drunk, I don't think she'd have got
very far in the pitch black.
Well, perhaps she turned them off after the crash.
Lanyard. - Quite possibly, sir.
Well, given her frightened and confused state,
sir, I think she showed a great presence of mind, don't you?
For a woman?
This was nothing less than a tragic accident.
Don't try it and turn it into something else!
I have no time for glory-seekers, Tyburn!
There are no medals to be won here.
Sir.
Dr. Mueller. - I'm going to lunch.
I'm sorry.
Superintendent Tyburn, sir.
I saw you at Lord Ellesmere's yesterday.
A lion, they say?
Yes.
But I'd like you to examine the body.
Dr. Strachan has already conducted a post-mortem, and--
I know, I know.
But I'd value your opinion.
I'm a country doctor, not a pathologist.
I'm sorry.
You are an army surgeon, I understand.
Do you have the authority to make such a request?
Now, gentlemen, Harry Ellesmere's
posted a reward of pounds to whomsoever kills this beast.
Now, you all knew Daphne.
MAN: Yes, yes.
Next time, it could be your wife, Robert.
MAN: It could, indeed.
Or yours, Dickie.
All right, that's more like it.
Right, now those who wanna come, see my g*n-bearer,
Viscount Cameron, Superintendent Tyburn, sir.
Of course.
Terrible thing, this.
Poor Daphne.
Can I get you a drink?
Yes.
Did you know her well?
Both of them.
Since Peter d*ed, Harry's been like a second father to me.
You left the Kifaru Club shortly after Lady Daphne,
I understand.
Yes, I suppose I must have done.
Did you know where she was going?
No, I'm afraid not.
You didn't pass her car on the road or anything?
No, I wish I had.
If I'd seen she was in trouble, I'd have stopped, naturally.
[shouting]
Cheers.
I'll have that, if you don't mind!
What are you doing?
Throw him out!
He's a madman!
He b*rned down my--
Who are you?
Out you go!
Go on, out!
Out!
So drink?
fire five was set the night before last.
I saw it when I arrived yesterday.
Three fires in as many weeks, sir.
Three shops gone.
And what are the police doing about it?
Amir, there is no point shouting.
I will have my say!
Your brother's right, Amir.
You know when this happened-- you know when this happened,
you know what they say? No, no, no, they promise.
They say that, "oh, no, no, no, Assistant Superintendent
will come."
Where?
You are Burkitt?
Burkitt, he thinks "Oh, the bloody Indians, let them burn!"
And for what?
For this I pay my taxes?
How can we be carpet merchants, sahib?
We have no carpet.
Yeah, All right.
Let's get back to the fire, shall we?
In the middle of the night, you
know, :, :, I can't sleep because of fear
what we'll find when I'm awake.
And you think Antonio is responsible for this?
He wants our business.
Yes, but I say no, so he does this!
Amir, you don't know that!
Listen, he's trying to drive us out.
I will look into it, I promise.
But in the meantime, stay away from Antonio.
No more fighting, understood?
Yes?
Yes?
Good lord.
Marks on the door here.
It's a scratch, sir, here, sir.
Smear of what looks like--
Sir.
Grease.
Yes?
Scratch marks all around the brake rods
and clutch linkage, sir.
What, made during repairs, was it?
No, looks more to me as if someone had been trying
to interfere with the breaks but had
no idea what they were doing.
Press the brake.
Sir.
OK, clutch.
Maybe they couldn't reach.
You've taken an impression of the prints?
Oh yes, sir.
Yeah
Have you completely taken leave of your senses?
Sir
Lord Ellesmere says that Dr. Mueller
has removed Lady Daphne's body from the undertakers
at your instruction.
That's correct.
Mueller?
Of all people?
Have you any idea?
He's a Jew, for God's sake!
People here will put up with a lot of things,
but there are limits.
I had misgivings about Dr. Strachan's findings.
I told you, she was k*lled by a lion,
and that's the end of it.
You're awake Ellesmere has posted
a full pound bounty on the bloody creature, are you?
What do you intend doing about it?
As you said, sir, it's not a criminal matter.
Don't be insubordinate!
We are charged with protecting these people.
You should be running the hunt, not Ellesmere.
Or don't you have the stomach for it, eh?
What have you got?
I found the spoor.
How far?
Half a mile north.
Good job.
What is it?
My g*n-bearer's picked up a spoor half a mile north.
Right.
What's a "spoor?"
Tracks.
Ever seen a lion, Tyburn?
I came across four of them once, sir.
- At the zoo? - No, sir.
Trafalgar Square.
Touche.
Come on, let's get bloody on with it, k*ll the bastard!
My bag.
What the hell?
Fire!
You bloody fool!
What the hell do you think you're doing?
I said she was mine!
Harry, that's enough!
God's sake.
First experience of safari Tyburn?
Give you a taste for it, eh? - It was a slaughter.
I've seen enough of those for one lifetime.
[chuckling]
As you saw, most of the face was gone.
However, in what remained I found petechiae.
Also the hyoid, a small bone in the larynx, had been fractured.
You are familiar with this?
They're both classic signs of asphyxiation.
She had also physical relations with a man,
probably within a few hours of her death.
Willingly?
I could find no obvious signs that force was used.
Did you know her well?
I attended the servants at her request,
but no, I could not say I knew her well.
Is it possible that Dr. Strachan could
have overlooked your findings?
He would have to be an idiot.
TYBURN: Or a liar.
I do not think he is an idiot.
You are prepared to take the word
of a Jew, and a German Jew at that, over a fellow Englishman?
Scot, sir.
Lady Daphne was strangled, most likely in her car,
and then her body was dumped in the bush.
So what do you suggest as a motive?
Robbery? Her pearls were missing, as--
You don't understand.
Besides, Ellesmere has said that she wouldn't have stopped
in the road for a stranger. - Well, they you are.
But she might have done for someone she knew.
- Someone she knew? - Yes.
Do you know what you are suggesting?
Yes, I do.
You are casting suspicion on some
of the wealthiest and the most influential people in Kenya!
They won't thank you for it.
I'm not looking for thanks!
I know what you're bloody looking for!
You're trying to prove something off to London, aren't you?
Oh yes.
I'm well aware of the circumstances
surrounding your departure.
Meaning?
You were not my choice.
I never wanted you here.
Kenya is your last chance, Tyburn.
Put one foot wrong, and I'll have you run out of Africa.
Drive carefully.
So the first question we need to answer
is, what was she doing at the end of a dirt track
miles from anywhere.
She went to meet someone.
Is it certain she drove out herself?
If she was driven, whoever m*rder*d her had an accomplice.
Well, how's that, sir?
It's all very well, driving miles into the bush
to dump a body, but if you're set on dumping the car to make
it look like an accident-- - How are you going to get back?
Exactly.
You've abandoned your only means of transport.
I wouldn't walk yards out there with those lions
on the prowl, let alone--
how far is the nearest place?
miles, sir.
The Carstairs' place.
miles.
So you wouldn't need somebody following on with another car.
And that suggests planning.
You didn't think it was premeditated, sir?
She was strangled, and that says to me "crime of passion."
May I have a word with you, please, sir?
Go ahead.
Yes, well, I feel pretty damned awful about this, sir,
but you asked me before if Lady Ellesmere
had said anything to us about being in fear of her own life.
But when you asked me, to all intents and purposes,
it seemed to be an accident, now it's m*rder.
Yes.
Well, it's all rather confusing, sir,
but the upshot of it was, she was afraid.
See, I was in commission of Burkitt's office,
and I overheard a conversation.
She said she thought somebody might be following her.
She was also intending to change her will.
I know I should have said something earlier, sir,
but I was afraid of undermining Commissioner
Burkitt's authority.
Commissioner Burkitt.
He dismissed her concerns as "attention-seeking," sir.
Ugh.
Right.
Well, that gives us something new to think about, gentlemen.
So have you noticed any strangers
around here recently, Muhammad?
How was she in the days leading up
to her disappearance?
Her usual self.
Did she have any enemies?
Enemies?
Good God, no.
Daphne's-- was very well liked.
You quarreled with her at the Kifaru Club
the night she went missing.
What was that about?
It's a private matter between my wife and I.
Well, nevertheless--
Do not press me on this!
It has nothing to do with the investigation.
Viscount Cameron left the club soon after Lady Daphne.
Were they close friends?
You're grossly impertinent!
I'm just doing my job.
But if you won't answer my questions,
you leave me no alternative.
Very well.
If you must know, I did suggest she was seeing too much of him.
Boy is a terrific chap.
He has an unenviable reputation.
People talk.
She took exception to your advice?
Hm.
Your wife is a very wealthy woman.
Was her estate coming to you?
Naturally.
Did she make provision for anybody else, her sister,
perhaps?
As far as I'm aware, I'm sole beneficiary.
She visited Mombasa from time to time.
Yes.
On Dr. Strachan's advice.
She began to suffer from altitude.
Once a month, she went down there.
Shopping.
With my consent, of course.
They're saying in town that it was m*rder.
Is it true?
Oh, God, Harry.
How absolutely bloody.
If there's anything I can do.
I'm so sorry.
You must think me frightfully rude.
Kika Trefusis.
We met at the lion hunt.
Yes, Superintendent Tyburn.
Well, it'll be one of those damn kips
proves culprit in the end.
I know it. - Who?
I'm sorry.
The Kipsikis are a native tribe.
Damn trouble-makers, every last one, with their [inaudible],,
is bad juju, and God knows what else.
Mrs. Trefusis, did you attend the party at the Kifaru Club
the night that Lady Daphne went missing?
Yes.
Well, then I will need a set of fingerprints and a statement
from you.
We've all done it!
Well, I shall speak to the governor about this.
I think it's a damn disgrace.
We're all suspect. Is that it?
Well, if you've got nothing to hide,
you've got nothing to worry about.
I should imagine everyone in this colony has something
to hide, Superintendent.
Even you.
[low conversation]
Sir, Singh and I were just speculating.
Might Lady Ellesmere's death have something
to do with the burglaries?
What burglaries?
Well, about five months ago, sir, the Ellesmeres
suffered a series of break-ins.
Now you tell me.
How much was taken?
Well, in the first instance, silver and some
of her ladyship's jewelry.
Then, over the next month or so, there
were three more burglaries.
And then it just stopped.
One would imagine it was the law of diminishing returns,
sir.
You see, by the end, he was just helping himself
to trinkets and jeejaws.
Did you have a suspect?
Well, I'd always had strong suspicions about Muhammad,
their senior house boy, myself.
But I had no evidence.
Yeah, but why would he want to k*ll her, his employer?
Well, I don't know.
As I said, it was just a thought, sir.
Take the rest of the statements.
I'll meet you back at the lines at :.
Mr. DeVille, when we last spoke, you
said that Boy Cameron left the party
shortly after Lady Ellesmere.
L'amour, Superintendent.
Toujours l'amour.
Do you mean they were lovers?
Is that what Ellesmere and Lady Daphne were arguing over?
Really, Superintendent.
If you wish to understand us, you'll have
to be a little less parochial.
Affairs here, there, well, something to do after dinner.
Then why did she leave?
Mr. DeVille, ordinarily I wouldn't
be interested in your private affairs,
but someone has been m*rder*d, and it's
my job to find out who did it.
Now, if that means blackening the reputation of every man
in the colony, I'll do it.
Believe me.
So from the beginning, what happened here that night?
DEVILLE [VOICEOVER]: Well, nothing very extraordinary.
A quiet evening by Kifaru standards.
Harry and Daphne arrived not long past :.
The ugly sisters were there, of course.
Gussie and Gladys, sucking up to Daphne for all they're worth.
And they've been trying to get Ellesmere
to back them in some silver mining at Mount Elgon.
Them
And Harry, I'm sure, would probably have backed them.
But Daphne wouldn't hear of it.
She caught a cold on another of Gussie's harebrained schemes
a couple of years back.
Go on.
DEVILLE [VOICEOVER]: A sisal plantation, I think it was.
Harry was all for giving them the money.
However, as you're no doubt aware,
Daphne controlled the strings of the purse.
Around : or so, Harry dropped
a small fortune on the table.
The house wouldn't accept his marker.
You damn fool, I've spent thousands at this damn club!
DEVILLE [VOICEOVER]: As usual, he turned to Daphne
to underwrite his losses.
Only this time, she wasn't buying it.
She told him, if he wanted money,
he should get his W-H-O-R-E to make it on her back.
Well, that was the final straw.
She told him she wanted a divorce.
The look on Harry's face.
A divorce would have ruined him, you see.
Oh, he may have brought the title, but she was the money.
And that was that.
As the clock struck midnight, she fled, like Cinderella.
A few minutes later, Boy finished his drink and left.
I ambled out into the lobby myself for a breath of air.
And there was Daphne.
I'd have thought she'd had enough excitement for one
evening, but evidently not.
I didn't hear what passed between them,
I'm afraid, but endearments they most certainly were not.
Dr. Strachan was there.
The good doctor is always on hand.
He does a roaring trade.
What trade might that be?
Keeping you supplied with cocaine, is it?
I think I shall go in go now.
Too much sun can be bad for one.
Did you know that Lady Daphne was
intending to change her will.
First I've heard of it.
She would have consulted you, though, surely.
Well, of course.
I drafted wills for both of them three years ago,
when they were married.
If Daphne had wanted to add a codicil,
she would have had to come to me.
Were they happily married?
Of course.
Lady Ellesmere hadn't developed a relationship
with anybody else?
It's an outrageous suggestion.
Daphne was a thoroughly decent woman.
I don't doubt it.
It's not my job to judge her character.
It's not your place, either.
If any information should come to light that
has no bearing on the m*rder, you can
be assured of my discretion.
And all the while smirking behind your hand, I suppose?
Gladys, Superintendent Tyburn is only trying to do his job.
Don't be so naive!
His type are never happier than when
trawling through their betters' dirty linen.
And I'll have no part in it.
Come on, Gussie!
Drink!
I said, a drink!
What is Strachan's evening surgery?
Finishes about :, sir. Why?
I wanna talk to him, and he's not here.
Do you want to make an appointment, sir?
Oh no.
I wanna ask him why he never told
he'd seen Lady Daphne at the Kifaru Club the night
she was k*lled.
You don't suspect Dr. Strachan of involvement
in Lady Daphne's death, surely, sir.
Policemen's ABC, Lanyard.
Letter B, believe no one, especially a drug addict.
- Drug addict, sir? - I
Saw his arms after he washed up at the post-mortem.
They were like pincushions.
My God.
When you put it like--
What are you doing here anyway?
Information just in, sir.
Possibly the last known sighting of Lady Ellesmere an hour
after she left the Kifaru.
The night watchman says your sister was here at about :
the night she was m*rder*d.
Can you think of any reason why she would come to see you?
None.
You didn't see her, did you?
I would have told you before now if I had.
You weren't at the party at the Kifaru
Club, Miss Fitzgerald. Why was that?
I was working here until about : with my mechanic, Joseph.
He left.
I worked for another hour, then went home.
There's been some talk that she was
thinking of changing her will.
Did she make any mention of that to you?
No, but she wouldn't.
Our father chose to leave all his fortune to Daphne.
Discussing money with me was difficult for her.
She felt guilty, I suppose.
Why would your father do that?
My mother cuckolded him with his best friend.
He suspected he was not my natural father.
As far as he was concerned, Daphne and I
were half sisters, at best.
You must have resented that.
Not at all.
I resolved to make my own way in the world,
long and ever before my father announced what he
was going to do with his money.
For a -year-old girl to hear himself
spoken of as the daughter of a profiteer--
Well, these things don't come cheap.
No.
At , I learnt poker.
[chuckling]
Were you close?
Until she fell for Harry Ellesmere, yes.
You disapproved of that.
He was too old for her, too set in his ways.
God knows what she saw in him.
Security, perhaps.
If that was the case, she was sorely disappointed.
What is the nature of his relationship
with Mrs. Trefusis?
Kika's been his mistress for years.
Then why did he marry your sister?
He thought she could provide him with
the one thing Kika couldn't--
an heir.
But she failed to deliver.
After six months or so, it was over.
She and Harry led separate lives from then on.
It must have been difficult for her, a woman alone.
You want to know if she found someone else.
I do, yes.
Well, did she?
About six months ago, Harry gave up
on her, not long after we got back
from safari with Boy Cameron.
She told me she was in love.
Did she tell you who with?
No. It didn't last.
He dropped her, or I don't know.
Perhaps he was married.
Anyway, that's when all the trouble started, the paranoia,
the men, the trips to Mombasa.
TYBURN: She suffered with the altitude, Miss Fitzgerald.
The altitude?
TYBURN: Yeah.
Daphne and I may have been schooled
in England, Superintendent, but we
were born and raised in Kenya.
Neither of us have ever suffered from any such thing.
Sir, I have a man outside I would like you to meet.
Very well.
You best meet met at Dr. Strachan's surgery at :.
Yes, sir.
Very good, sir.
Constable.
Sir, this man is Kipsikis, a railway worker.
He has had a curse put upon him.
A curse?
Yes, sir, by a [inaudible],, a powerful Kipsikis witch doctor,
strong in magic.
He has been suffering fits.
Well, Karinde, I know nothing about this kind of thing.
Please, please, please, sir.
Another labon tells him that to cure the curse,
he must sleep where two roads meet for one night.
Now, Constable Karinde--
There is a crossroad by Viscount Cameron's house.
This man slept there the night Lady Ellesmere was k*lled.
He says there was a car parked outside Viscount
Cameron's house for a long time in the early hours
of the morning.
So?
Which car did you see there?
Well, her car was seen at the bottom of your drive
in the early hours of the morning.
Indeed?
By whom?
Does it matter?
Well, be that as it may, I didn't see her.
Did anyone see you return home?
Are you asking me if I have an alibi for the time in question?
That is the phrase, isn't it?
Have you?
As a matter of fact, I have.
Ephraim as waiting up for me.
You said that you and Daphne Ellesmere were close.
Did your relationship go beyond that of good friends?
I was her friend, Superintendent.
I'm her friend still.
I'm not about to see her name dragged through the mud
over a whole lot of rumor and gossip
that doesn't really matter a damn.
She deserves some happiness.
If we were lovers, so what?
[screaming]
[shouting]
Who's in charge?
You are!
[g*nshots]
Everybody get back!
Where are the men?
They've got inside!
Stay away from the edge!
My boy, my boy!
All right, all right, don't worry, don't worry!
He'll be all right!
Get some water!
Form a chain!
Form a chain, a ladder!
Come on!
[inaudible]
Karinde, on me.
Water on me!
Come on!
Come on now!
Do it!
Well done, sir.
Six dead.
If you had pursued this case-- - Sir.
Sir, something's happened, sir.
What is it?
Lanyard!
It's Dr. Strachan, sir.
He's been dead an hour, two hours at the most.
Yes, well, he was still quite warm when I arrived, sir.
That was just coming up to :.
Morphine.
What, an overdose?
Given the condition of his arms,
I'd say he was an addict, experienced
in the use of the drug.
He's also a doctor.
I can't see him getting the dosage wrong.
Sahib.
What am I looking for?
Oh, same as me, sir.
Fingerprints.
There aren't any.
No, sir, not even his.
And they should be there.
KARINDE: Sir.
What is it?
What?
Cocaine?
I believe Dr. Strachan was peddling
the drug at his surgery and the Kifaru Club.
Very few people in Nairobi have
any truck with dr*gs, Tyburn.
Now there'll be even fewer.
Oh, forget about dr*gs.
What progress have you made in last night's fire?
The governor is sure to ask.
I'll interview Antonio before I leave,
and Lanyard will pursue inquiries in my absence.
Absence?
Most of the cocaine which reaches
Nairobi comes by Mombasa.
I'll be flying down there today.
The importation of dr*gs into Mombasa
is the concern of local officers.
Not if it has a bearing on Lady Ellesmere's m*rder.
I suspect that she was a courier for Dr. Strachan.
Utter rot!
She was a frequent visitor to Mombasa.
Well, so is my wife.
Yeah, but your wife didn't call on Dr. Strachan
once a month.
Lady Ellesmere's visits always fell the day after she
returned from Mombasa.
A rather tenuous connection on which to base your hypothesis.
It's based more on the fact that they
were m*rder*d, within two days of each other, actually, sir.
Well, make sure you wear your damn uniform.
Drive on!
Sir!
Sir.
The fingerprints I found them under Lady Ellesmere's car
bonnet, I've got a match, sir.
It's been suggested-- and our examination of the vehicle
supports the suggestion--
that someone had attempted to interfere
with the brakes of her car. - My God.
Superintendent, Mrs. Trefusis is here of her free will.
She is not under caution.
She has no obligation to answer any--
Why the hell would I do such a thing?
You are-- and have been for some years--
Lord Ellesmere's mistress.
Such an ugly word, don't you think?
Harry and I care for each other very much.
Yes.
Then by implication, you must have resented his marriage
to Daphne Fitzgerald.
Not at all.
It was a sham.
Harry married Daphne for one reason and one reason only.
He hoped that she might provide him with an heir.
Just so.
But when he realized the cupboard was bare,
he stopped baroning her and came back to my bed.
Kika.
Well, if you must know, I pitied her.
Why?
She was lonely.
Daphne played the dutiful Roman matron for as long
as she could, but she must have been desperate for a man.
The boys all called her Elly Everest, the ultimate conquest
but seemingly unattainable.
A woman of virtue, like a damned sister.
And in the end, she proved to be no better than the rest of us.
She met someone.
God knows what he touched in her,
but she certainly got the taste.
The last six months, she worked her way through most
of the blades in Nairobi.
We called her "Daphne Dartboard" then.
On account of the number of times she'd been punctured.
That strikes me as particularly cruel.
What we do best, Superintendent.
"What we do best." Damn them all.
Damn them all to hell!
You're a policeman now, Lanyard, not a priest.
It's not our job to judge them.
Yes, well, I cant understand for the life of me
why you're letting her go, sir.
As you yourself said, this is a crime of passion.
It's jealousy. - I've not proved anything.
Besides, didn't you think she was crying just a little
too hard. - Sir?
She believes Ellesmere k*lled Daphne to clear
their path to true love.
Now, wasn't she trying to draw our fire away from him
by setting herself up as an alternative?
Good heavens.
Ah, one in, one out.
The place is beginning to look like a police station at last.
Come in, sir.
Where were you last night, between : and
At home, asleep.
Can anyone vouch for you?
Why would I do such a thing, eh?
Tell me.
I am a man of honor.
You are a man of business first thing, I think.
And where is the profit in setting fire to the main stop
of a business I wanted to buy?
I didn't say you were a good man of business.
I don't have time for this.
If you can prove I did it, charge me.
If not, don't waste my time.
Don't waste your time?
You bastard!
Lanyard, leave him!
You didn't smell the blood!
Leave him!
Bash him around long enough, he'll tell you he started
the Great Fire of London!
Now, leave it!
He broke my nose.
If I find out you've been lying to me,
I'll break more than your nose.
When I'm in Mombasa, I want you to go
through the list of suspects and see if any of them
had an alibi for last night.
Right, sir.
Well, you're proceeding on the assumption
that Strachan had a falling out with his confederates,
aren't you, sir?
I'm not ruling out anything at this stage.
I think there might be some connection to the burglaries.
Burglaries, sir?
Her sister told me that she was seeing someone at the time,
then he suddenly dropped her.
Now, if the burglar came across a love letter or something--
And the man she was seeing was married--
it's blackmail, sir.
We need to know who he was.
I'll be at the Grand Hotel.
I'm sorry about what happened in the cell, sir.
It won't happen again.
I know it won't happen again.
Do you have a reservation in the name of Ellesmere?
That is correct, sir.
Room .
And there's a package left for that room?
Uh, yes, indeed.
It arrived about an hour ago.
You have some identification?
Yes, of course.
Who left this?
There he is.
Look after these.
Stop!
[screaming]
[shouting]
Stop, or I'll fire!
The next one kills you.
Officer, I'm Superintendent Tyburn of the Kenyan Police.
The man I'm pursuing is a suspected felon.
I know every police officer in Mombasa.
I don't know you. - I'm from Nairobi.
Yeah?
Do you have any means of identification?
Yes.
No, no, no.
It's in the Grand Hotel.
Constable, take him in charge.
Look, look.
Ask Commissioner Burkitt!
He'll vouch for me!
I'm here investigating the m*rder
of Lady Daphne Ellesmere!
[knocking on door]
Tyburn?
Guten Tag.
Yes, I spoke to Commissioner Burkitt, sir.
What did he say?
He said you should have worn your uniform.
Sir.
Where did you learn to sh**t like that?
It's my father's estate, sir.
Old man had a passion for baccarat.
Chap's got to eat.
Right, morning.
So I was very upset to hear about Lady Ellesmere, sir.
She seemed a very decent woman.
How did you know her?
Actually, sir, it was one of the locals.
A Maasai woman reported her child missing, little tot, two
or three years old, and Lady Ellesmere
brought him into the station.
Said she found him wandering the backstreets.
Anyway, is there-- is there anyone here that you recognize?
That's him.
Ah.
Yes, Abdul Bey.
That would make sense.
He works for a man called Franz-Dietrich Gessler.
Operator, can you get me the Mombasa police?
Po-- Now, where is she?
[screaming]
What are you doing, robbing him?
Did Strachan send you?
Go to hell.
Oh, you will tell me.
Liebchen.
Let her go.
Now.
[click]
Who are you?
Superintendent Tyburn of the Kenya Police.
Franz-Dietrich Gessler, you are under arrest.
Drop your g*n, or she dies.
Valentine.
I have him, sir.
He won't dare sh**t.
The next one kills you.
Ugh!
So who k*lled Dr. Strachan?
It obviously Gessler's outfit, because they
thought he was still alive. - Hm.
That, sir, I shall--
I shall have to leave to you, I'm afraid.
Goodbye.
Thank you.
It was my pleasure.
If you ever tire of Mombasa, I'd be
happy to have you in Nairobi.
Oh, thank you very much, sir.
I'll bear it in mind.
I'm sorry to have involved you in this, Miss Fitzgerald.
I think perhaps you might call me Emma after today.
Don't you?
Well, if there's anything I can, Harry, anything at all.
Oh, God!
Viscount Cameron?
Yes?
My lord, I'm sorry to disturb you.
There are a few questions I must put to you, sir.
Well, you'd better come inside, haven't you?
Why did you come to Kenya?
It's for my health.
There are already rumors about you in polite society.
They say that you left England under a cloud.
Do they?
That you k*lled a man.
An important man.
Is it true?
A number of children had been m*rder*d.
They were just lads off the street.
It was my job to find out who did it.
I did my job.
When I brought him in, they said he couldn't be touched.
They were wrong.
What happened?
They gave me a choice.
Prison or here.
Exile.
TYBURN: Freedom.
What about your family?
No family.
EMMA: There must have been someone.
There was.
Once.
Sorry.
TYBURN: Really?
You don't like us very much. do you?
Lanyard described you as a pretty hard set.
I don't think he was too wide of the mark.
Lanyard hates everyone in Happy Valley.
Perhaps like me he sees a valley but not much happiness.
I still can't believe Daphne was mixed up in all this.
My sister was many things.
She was not a drug addict.
I don't think that cocaine was the only thing that Dr.
Strachan provided in Nairobi.
EMMA: How do you mean?
I've been trying to work out why
your sister, as a woman of means,
would run dr*gs for Strachan.
The only explanation I can come up with
is that he had some sort of hold over her.
I questioned the hotel doctor at the Grand.
He said that Lady Daphne had been
taken hill during her first stay in Mombasa,
quite seriously ill.
In his opinion, she'd been recently pregnant.
Pregnant?
TYBURN: She had not carried the baby to term.
Apparently, that had been a matter of choice.
We had performed the operation--
well, she-- she could not have borne further children.
I still can't Daphne would--
she and Harry had been trying for months.
What if the child wasn't Ellesmere's?
You said six months ago that she fell in love.
Perhaps that's why Strachan was k*lled.
That would certainly explain why her medical record
were missing from the surgery.
But who?
[shouting]
[screaming]
[shouting]
What is it?
There's been another death, sir.
I got there as soon as I could, but it was too late.
Yes, it was an Egyptian cobra, sir.
Particularly venomous species.
It must have curled up in his bed
and he disturbed it upon retiring.
Did Muhammad have any visitors yesterday?
Visitors?
You don't think it was an accident, do you, sir?
When faced with three violent deaths in less than a week,
I tend to err on the side of caution.
Yes, but he was bitten by a snake, sir.
Had there been any visitors?
Well, I don't know, sir.
The house is in mourning.
Although, when I arrived to question
Lord Ellesmere in the evening, I did see Boy Cameron leaving.
So where was Ellesmere when Strachan d*ed?
With Mrs. Carstairs, and she's confirmed his story.
Mr. Carstairs?
Working late at his office in town.
Alone?
Yes, Mrs. Trefusis claims to have been at the theater
with friends.
Which leaves Boy Cameron.
He has the best alibi of all.
How's that, sir?
- He was with me. - Sir, sir!
Come quickly.
There is serious trouble at the store.
[g*nshots]
[screaming]
[g*nsh*t]
You promised!
sh*t, bloody hell.
"Just convince your family to sell," you said!
You k*lled Sulima!
Don't do anything foolish now.
Put the g*n down, Amir.
Hm?
Think about it.
All the other fires were started in the dead of night
when there was no one else around,
not in the early evening.
Yeah, why would he change his strategy now, hm?
Put the g*n down, Amir!
Why would he risk being hanged as a m*rder*r?
Just think.
Think.
This man is an innocent man.
Look at him.
I didn't do it, I swear!
He didn't do it.
Put the g*n down, Amir.
[sobbing]
Put the g*n down, go on.
Thank you, Amir.
Well, that was pretty quick thinking, if you
don't mind my saying so, sir.
No, not really.
Either Antonio changed his habits for no reason,
or someone else has started the fire.
Someone else?
Yes, well, why would someone else do that, sir?
Create a diversion while they m*rder*d Strachan.
The information I got in Mombasa suggests
Lady Daphne had been pregnant.
Good lord.
My guess is that the child wasn't Ellesmere's, so she
had to turn to Dr. Strachan.
You don't mean?
Oh my God.
So who was the father?
Another triumph for Scotland Yard's methods.
Is this how you intend to pursue all your cases?
Let the participants fight it out among themselves
and see who's left standing?
I'm sorry, sir.
It's my fault, sir.
I bailed Senor Antonio this morning, sir.
Well, may I suggest you both pull your bloody socks up!
Sir.
Pregnant?
Daphne?
When was this?
Not long after she returned from safari
with you and Miss Fitzgerald.
And you are unable to shed any light on who
the father might have been?
Short of suggesting the Immaculate Conception,
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Yes, with all due respect, sir,
this is hardly a matter for levity,
or blasphemy, come to that.
You went to see Lord Ellesmere last night.
What was the purpose of your visit?
I wanted to ask Harry if I might read
the lesson at Daphne's funeral.
How long were you there?
An hour or so.
Got home about :.
Can anyone confirm that?
Hm, Ephraim.
I'd like to speak to him.
So would I. Unfortunately, he lit out this morning when
word reached us of Muhammad.
Have him brought him, Lanyard.
Yes, sir.
He's Maasai, Superintendent.
This is his country.
You won't find him in a month of Sundays.
If I were you, sir, I'd rather hope we do.
Miss Fitzgerald.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
I found this after you left.
I was stowing my maps, and it just fell out.
Well, now we know what what your sister
was doing out at the aerodrome.
Recognize this?
Scotch.
Lady Daphne's copy of her new will, Mr. Carstairs.
Signed and witnessed by yourself the day before she d*ed.
Oh God.
It's not what you think.
Don't lie to me.
Lady Daphne was afraid for her life.
She thought Ellesmere was trying to k*ll her for her money.
By changing her will in favor of her sister,
she hoped to remove that thr*at.
So she came to you.
How much did you ask for from Ellesmere
to conceal its existence?
Daphne was mentally unfit, obviously.
That's why Gussie brought the will to me.
I could have challenged it in court,
but that would have meant dragging
her name through the dirt.
A little late to be thinking of your wife's good name,
don't you think, sir?
Superintendent, if you've come here to be insulting,
you could damn well leave!
Your wife changed her well because she was afraid that you
were going to k*ll her.
That is bloody ridiculous!
There's There's not one of you here who wouldn't have profited
from Lady Daphne's death.
Profited?
Carstairs would have got their silver mine.
Mrs. Trefusis would have got the man she loved.
And the man she loved still would have got the best
part of two million pounds.
That is a scandalous accusation, and one you'd find
pretty hard to substantiate.
Oh I don't know, sir.
I think I can make a pretty strong circumstantial case
against anyone of you.
Have no doubt about it.
One of you here m*rder*d Lady Daphne.
Sir, I found something you must see in Muhammad's room.
They're Lady Ellesmere's, sir.
I'm sure of it.
Muhammad k*lled Lady Ellesmere.
Well, you said she'd only stop for someone she knew.
Steady on, Gladys.
I'm perfectly all right, thank you.
No uniform, sir.
Don't try to be funny, Tyburn.
I told you there was a black at the end of it.
You got it wrong.
You were so eaten up with class prejudice
it had to be one of us. - Oh, it's one of you.
I just haven't worked out which one yet.
Well, if you can manage to lower that Scotland
Yard brain of yours, perhaps you can
find Father Grogan's bicycle.
So you left it out after dark.
Well, I'm only over the road from the police lines,
and, well, no one's gonna pinch anything with your chaps
driving by all the time.
Or so I thought.
No, I understand.
Why didn't you take it inside?
Well, I left it out to dry.
- To dry? - Well, yes.
I-- I give it an oiling once a week, regular as clockwork.
Otherwise, the dust creates havoc.
You just oiled it?
Yes.
Superintendent, where are you off to?
To find your bike.
[honking]
Lanyard, get in.
I wanna drive out and have another look
at where the car was found.
Very good, sir.
Stay with the car, Constable.
We have a problem.
A problem, sir?
Karinde was with you when you investigated the Ellesmere's
burglaries, wasn't he?
Yes, he was, sir.
Yes, sir.
Did you notice what his behavior was like in Lady
Ellesmere's company?
I don't quite follow you, sir?
What if there was only one burglary?
What if the rest were nothing more than a cover?
Yes, well, a cover for what, sir?
An affair.
Karinde?
I think Lady Ellesmere took a fancy to him.
The very idea's ridiculous, sir.
He's a-- what about Ellesmere?
What about Kika Trefusis? What about the rest of them.
Well, I admit they had strong reasons for wanting
to see her dead, but as I said from the outset,
this is a crime of passion.
I believe she was pregnant by him.
No.
What, Karinde and Lady Daphne?
And Strachan aborted the baby to avoid a scandal.
What are you saying?
What, Karinde k*lled Strachan as well?
Well, he knew we were gonna see him.
He was in the office when we arranged to meet Strachan
at his surgery at :.
I think the fire was just a diversion to keep us occupied
while he got rid of the doctor.
Yes, but what about the pearls beneath Muhammad's bed, sir?
Who found them?
Karinde.
Sir, I can scarcely believe it.
The thing is, what are we gonna do about it?
Do about it?
Well, he's a policeman.
I've been down this road before, Lanyard.
Nobody's gonna want to bring him to trial.
What on earth are you suggesting, sir?
Well, if he should die in the line of duty,
say, fending off an att*ck by bandits,
then the good name of the force remains intact
and justice will be served.
Well, who does it?
Do you do it or do--
Oh no.
You call him over.
I'll draw his attention to something on the ground,
and when he kneels down, you sh**t him.
Well, all right.
Karinde!
Stay where you are, Constable, for the moment.
What are you doing, sir?
You'd do it too, wouldn't you?
No price is too high, if it means you getting away with it.
Get away with what, sir?
It wasn't Karinde who had an affair
with Lady Ellesmere, Lanyard.
It was you.
Now, you're not being serious, are you, sir?
I'm an ordinary policeman, sir.
Why on earth would she look at me?
She wouldn't have, ordinarily.
When you were called to investigate the burglaries,
she was already in the early stages of mental breakdown.
She was looking for a shoulder to cry on.
Why not the shoulder of a young, lonely police officer?
She gave herself to you, didn't she?
You fell in love with her.
But you couldn't give her what she wanted.
No one could.
As Kika Trefusis said, in the last six months
she worked her way through most of the blades in Nairobi.
That must have been hard for you.
I tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't even see me.
So you waited for her that night outside the Kifaru Club.
You saw her leave, but you couldn't risk meeting
her in such a public place.
Someone might have seen.
Luckily, you were on duty, so you had the police overland.
Instead, you followed her to Boy Cameron's.
LANYARD [VOICEOVER]: Yes, well, I waited, and waited,
and began to think she was never coming.
And then outside Boy Cameron's house I flagged her down.
I don't believe you were intending
to k*ll her, just to talk.
So what happened?
Well, if you must know, I begged her to come back to me,
to leave Ellesmere, marry me.
And then she told me about the baby,
how she and the doctor, her butcher, had got rid of it.
I could have forgiven almost anything but that.
So I asked her.
I said, "how could you do it?"
And, well, she laughed at me.
She laughed, and she carried on laughing,
and something happened.
She was dead.
Which left you a body to get rid of.
You drove back into town, stole Father Grogan's bicycle,
put it into the overland, and then went back to where
you left Lady Ellesmere's car.
You transferred the bicycle to the car
and drove out here, dumping the body on the way.
You then pushed the car off the road, cycled back
to the overland, where you abandoned
Father Grogan's bicycle, and finally
drove back to the police lines.
How did you know?
He'd oiled his bicycle chain that afternoon.
The oil left a mark on the upholstery of Lady Daphne's
car, where the bike had rested.
Yes, but why me?
First impressions.
The first I ever saw of you was your socks.
Your right calf was filthy from where it had come into contact
with the bicycle chain.
You should have changed your socks,
but you had more important things on your mind
than the governor's inspection.
You had m*rder on your conscience.
She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
I loved her.
You know that.
No, you loved what you thought she was.
What do you know?
You never even knew her.
Did she actually tell you the baby was yours?
What?
Did she actually tell you the baby was yours?
She didn't have to?
What do you think brought on her breakdown, man?
She got rid of the child before she ever met you!
You k*lled her for nothing!
Strachan, Muhammad, the workers in the factory, Karinde!
You're a complete idiot, Lanyard.
You were right, you know, sir.
The first was the worst.
Strachan?
Well, that was easier.
Muhammad?
Nothing.
What's two more souls?
You really think you're gonna get away with this?
Well, I don't know.
Quite possibly, sir.
Pretty bloody clever of you, though.
That idea about the bandits?
Put one through my own foot, and I'll be a bloody hero.
Karinde!
You should have taken him to a hospital.
There was no time. How is he?
I've seen worse in the field.
Keep some pressure on it.
Unarm, Eros.
The long day's task is done, and we shall sleep.
No sleep for you, Bwana Shakespeare.
Come on.
Antony and Cleopatra.
I know.
It gives me great pleasure to award the African Police
Medal to Constable--
Corporal--
Corporal Jonah Karinde, Kenya Police.
Corporal Karinde.
Wound still giving you trouble?
Only when I salute you, sir.
Well, congratulations.
Corporal Karinde, fall out.
Yes, sir.
Well, it looks very smart.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you, Corporal Karinde.
Thank you.
I'm just gonna put this in my drawer.
Then we'll get ready for patrol, yes?
Tyburn!
Wearing your uniform, I see.
Oh.
What was that you said about there being
no medals to be won here, sir?
One day, you'll push your luck too far.
Just what is it about me that you dislike so much?
You're not one of us!
And you never ever will be!
Amen to that, sir.
Amen to that.
Thank you.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.
I thought perhaps you might like some company.
Is that right?
For Lanyard to be in hallowed ground?
He was never brought to trial.
The honors between you and Burkitt are even, then.
Does that mean you'll be staying on?
I don't have much choice, do I?
Good.
I mean, I'm glad if that's what you want.
Tyburn, I can't keep calling you Tyburn.
What is your first name?
It's Albert, miss.
Albert, I wanted to ask you.
Daphne's child.
You said when you got back from safari she'd told
you that she'd fallen in love.
So it was Boy?
No, I think Boy knew who it was.
Who else was on the safari?
Just the three of us.
No g*n-bearer?
Ephraim?
Had it been anybody else's, she could have passed it off
as Ellesmere, so he'd have had the heir he'd always
longed for, but half-Maasai?
The scandal would have ruined her.
I think it broke her heart.
Ephraim.
I still can't believe it.
You should have seen him challenge the lioness.
It was his honor.
He's not been seen again.
No.
Like Boy Cameron said, it's his country.
A man could lose himself in such a place.
If he had a mind to.
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