The Avengers (1961) s04e07 Episode Script

Miss Wakefield? I recognise you from the photograph.
Although it doesn't do you justice.
That's the trouble about blind dates.
You never know if you're going to recognise each other.
Well, now that you see me, what do you think? [Gunshot.]
- Good morning, Mrs Peel.
- Good morning.
Help yourself to coffee.
Always the perfect host.
Nine, ten, eleven.
Planning? - Plotting? - For your accountant? A museum of modern art? Or could it be your popularity poll? Looking into a rather curious situation.
11 murders in six months.
No clues, no apparent motives, no suspects.
Or rather the people who did have a motive happened to be conveniently elsewhere at the time.
- Coincidence? - This says no.
Everything points to 11 organised murders.
A chance is a coincidence in the region of 27 million to one.
It's a generality.
You can have an exact figure if you like.
No, to the nearest million will do.
Unfortunately, mathematics won't tell you who did the murders.
But I'm hoping these might.
By some strange quirk of fate, all the victims had their photographs taken recently.
All at the same studio.
Number 11, Jonathan Stone.
Don't you think it'd be a good idea if we paid our condolences to his widow? "We"? I don't know her.
Somebody ought to go, don't you think? But of course you can't.
As it happens, have to dash.
I'm having my photograph taken.
Mrs Peel? I'm terribly sorry to bother you at a time like this, but I'm with the Industrial Times magazine.
- Oh, yes.
Do sit down.
- Thank you.
Since your husband was so prominent in the business world, I'm writing a biography.
- Oh, what do you want to know? - This is my brother-in-law, Robert Stone.
- Well, I need some background details.
- That's simple enough.
- And I'd like a recent photograph.
- Well, I really don't think- No problem.
I saw some in his desk only last week.
- I'm sure you're wrong, Robert.
- Give me the keys and I'll take a look.
No, no.
It's quite all right.
I'll go.
Tragic business.
Yes.
Strange that he should be killed without reason.
I mean, his business interests were quite ordinary, weren't they? I'm sorry.
You must have been mistaken, Robert.
I can't find any photographs.
Hold, hold! And smile.
One, two Oh, give it a bit of life, baby, huh? There we are.
And the tie.
Now smile, smile.
And the leg.
That's lovely.
That's great.
That's lovely, lovely.
Now hold that.
Come on, baby, animate! Come on, baby! Animate! Animate! Animate! Ah, most fabulous! Now come on, baby.
Tilt the head a tiny little bit.
Now the arm.
Just raise the arm a tiny bit.
That's fine.
Now smile.
That's lovely.
Here we go.
No, no.
Think of your latest boyfriend.
Oh, no, not again, baby.
What do you do to yourself, huh? Oh, well, I told you money couldn't buy everything, didn't I? [Chuckles.]
Come on.
It's still not quite right, huh? It's too demi-mondaine, huh? Too mundane by half, huh? Oh, it needs something else.
It needs a bit of charm, a bit of elegance, a bit of savoir-faire, as it were! [Chuckles.]
I don't know.
Let's try it from down here.
Here we go.
And another one.
There we go.
Hey! Hey, that's great! That's fabulous! Now hold that.
Here we go.
It's a knock-out! One, two Fabulous! Hey, much obliged.
This is very confusing.
It's an advert for one of the magazines, the watch.
- The watch? - Yeah, the watch? Where's the watch? Oh, it's to advertise the watch.
Agh! Quarter to one! Well, what can I do for you, by the way? Just keep on clicking.
I was recommended to you by a friend.
You took his portrait a few weeks ago.
Oh, not a chance.
I'm too busy.
Here, hold that, darling.
I'm up to my eyes in it.
Commercial work.
No time for portraits.
I'm certain your name was on the print.
Mm.
Just head and shoulders, that was all.
Not a chance.
I don't do it.
Thank you very much.
Hey, wait a minute.
Togetherness client.
- Sorry? - This friend of yours.
Excuse me.
Was he a Togetherness client? Togetherness? I don't know what you mean.
[Posh accent.]
Oh, very, very exclusive.
Only the very, very best people.
But a marriage bureau just the same.
I think she was lying, but why? What about the brother? Educated, sophisticated, charming.
Rather good-looking.
Where's the catch? He was edgy, tense.
Something to hide? If so, he kept it hidden.
Have a good time at the photographer's? Went like a flash.
Ah, Togetherness.
My dear, you must be famished.
That charming restaurant where they do the most beautiful escalope à la creme.
- With asperges.
- Parmesan, a touch of garlic.
- And the crêpes are superb.
- Mmm, I can see I'm in for a feast.
A delightful place, just a stone's throw from the library.
Mm-hm, the library.
After lunch, browse through the police records of those murders.
Arm yourself with a multitude of facts.
- And in particular? - Were the victims married? What's marriage got to do with it? A marvellous institution, my dear.
I'm seriously contemplating it.
I'll offer myself on the market today.
Every bid considered.
'Course, I'm very choosy.
? Togetherness, togetherness ? - [Woman.]
Mr Steed? - Yes.
What a charming atmosphere you have here.
Oh, do you mind? - Not at all.
- Thank you.
Ooh, will you have a love seat? I'd be delighted.
[Exhales.]
Mmm, Mr Lovejoy will see you in a moment.
He's just congratulating one of our happy couples.
- How very encouraging.
- Yes.
Oh, perhaps you'd like a glass of champers.
- Or a piece of wedding cake? - No, thank you.
I've just had breakfast.
a memory you'll treasure all your lives.
And I hope you both have all the happiness in the world.
? The years may come and go ? Good luck.
Mr Steed? Well, keep the old bells ringing, eh? Yes.
Another couple on the road to happiness.
- Do come in.
- Oh.
Now, since you called, we've drawn up a basic file.
What we require now are the more personal details, so that we can assess your emotional and physical compatibility rating.
- Oh, it all sounds very scientific.
- Extremely.
We take the uncertainties out of marriage, Mr Steed.
If you are an early riser, then your wife will be laughing and gay at 7: 00am.
Ah! If you are the outdoor type, then she will be also.
Compatibility is the key, Mr Steed.
But first, your background.
Oh You understand we do have to be rather - how shall I put it? - careful.
Oh, quite.
Our clients come from all the best families, you know.
Now, how about military service? You were commissioned, of course.
My friends still call me "Major".
[Chuckles.]
Regiment? Guards, of course.
- Of course.
Which guards? - THE Guards.
Ah, splendid.
A public school? - Expelled from three.
- Oh.
There were too many extra-curricular activities.
Left no time for study.
Excellent.
And after leaving The Guards, Mr Steed, what position did you take? - Position? - Your work.
Work? Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
We do have the occasional client, you know, who Tried working once.
It didn't work out.
Too much like work! I footled around at the Foreign Office for a while.
Found it all quite baffling.
But I must say, Mr Steed, you seem eminently suitable.
Have you any particular preference with regard to your marital partner? Well, broadly speaking, female.
Yes, I was thinking more in terms of special qualities you might require.
Oh, no.
I don't think so.
As long as she's got a good seat on a horse, plays a fair game of bridge, mixes a dry martini, whips up a passable soufflé.
You might say a good all-rounder.
Adrian Here's the file on Henshaw.
It's urgent.
Ah, yes.
You haven't met Mr Steed, have you? This is our counsellor of true love, Mr Dinsford.
- How do you do.
- How do you do.
I'd like you to look at this right away.
It's getting a bit tricky.
All right.
Just as soon as I finish with Mr Steed.
Yes, well, you'll let me know, won't you? I don't like the way it's going.
All right, Walter! Nice to have met you Steed.
Look, Dinsford, there's no point in my staying here.
- We'll talk about it in my office.
- There's nothing more to say.
Henshaw, in my office.
[Door slams shut.]
[Chuckles.]
A marvellous fellow, Dinsford.
An expert in psychology and emotional response, you know.
He'll be computing your compatibility rating.
Computing? I hope he presses the right button.
[Lovejoy chuckles.]
Still, the course of true love doesn't always run smooth, even here.
Hm? Oh, that.
Oh, I shouldn't bother about that.
Another matter altogether.
Now, I'll just arrange an appointment for you.
Tomorrow suit you? - Eminently.
- Ah.
Frankly, Mr Steed, I see no difficulty in placing you.
No difficulty at all.
Sorry to intrude.
Mrs Peel? Don't talk.
Listen.
Go at once to 14, Spurley Court.
It's just round the corner from you.
A man called Henshaw.
I can't explain now.
[Banging.]
Don't argue.
It's I've got unexpected visitors.
Goodbye.
I tell you, we can't afford to push Henshaw any more.
He could smash the whole operation.
Something's got to be done and fast.
The trouble with you is you worry too much.
- What are you doing? - The only thing that'll shut you up.
Getting a ruling on it from the Managing Director.
Oh, it's Lovejoy here.
Yes, I know, but this is an emergency.
It's about the trouble we're having with Henshaw.
Well, Walter thinks he might crack.
What? Oh, that's fine.
I see.
Thank you.
Hm, well? As I said, Walter, you worry too much.
Henshaw has already been taken care of.
[Doorbell buzzes.]
[Buzzes.]
Mr Henshaw? [Water dripping.]
You knew it was going to happen and you didn't stop it! Of course I didn't! Well, not soon enough and when I did, I sent you around.
- Too late.
- Just too late.
After I phoned you, I tried Henshaw to warn him, but he didn't answer.
[Sighs.]
Oh, I didn't do much better.
I let the murderer walk right past me.
- Did you recognise him? - Her.
Young.
Very pretty.
I wonder if she's looking for a husband.
The marriage bureau's involved in this.
It's involved up to its bridal bouquet.
You'll report on his other cases.
All the victims were bachelors.
- All except Jonathan Stone.
- Now, that's a bit of a poser.
All the same, we may find out tomorrow.
They should've found me a suitable partner by then, the marriage bureau.
They're very scientific.
They analyse your personality and then find your compatible companion.
- That must have set them a problem.
- Eh? Finding a match for you.
Oh, I don't know.
Educated, charming, cultured.
Ruthless, devious, scheming.
Have to be quite a girl.
A mixture of Lucrezia Borgia and Joan of Arc.
Sounds like every girl I ever knew.
By the way, my dear, isn't it high time you thought of marrying again? [Lovejoy.]
You can send Mr Steed in now.
Ah, Mr Steed.
Good morning.
Do sit down.
We're very satisfied with your rating.
[Chuckles.]
Mr Dinsford computed all the probabilities himself and feels there will be no trouble.
I n fact, he considers you to be one of our more eligible - clients.
- Splendid.
- If you're free for the day - My time is yours.
Good, good.
We've arranged a rendezvous for noon.
The client is quite impressed and is ideally suited.
You don't waste any time.
I'll be quite frank with you, Mr Steed.
Some of our clients would make even Cupid lose hope.
But with someone like yourself, well, a whole range is at your disposal.
Fascinating.
Do you have a catalogue? No.
We think you'll find Miss Wakefield most compatible.
How do I recognise her? You'll both be wearing red carnations.
That way, you'll recognise each other.
Thank you.
Normally we prefer to provide photographs, but there really hasn't been time.
But don't worry.
It'll be all right.
We would like, however, to have your photograph taken, just for our files.
Can I arrange a sitting? There's no need.
I have quite a few.
Floreat Etona, Brigade of Guards.
Playing polo.
In the nude.
Polo in the nude? I don't really think- Oh, no, no.
I was 18 months at the time on bear skin.
I can send you a selection through the post.
Head and shoulders all right? I should think so.
Well, mustn't be late for my first date.
Will you give me the details? - All in this envelope, Mr Steed.
- Thank you.
Thank you again and good day.
Good day to you and good luck.
And what can Togetherness do for you, Miss? Mrs.
Mrs Emma Peel.
I'm looking for a husband.
Well, you've come to the right place.
Indeed, you have.
Would you kindly step into my office? - Mr Lovejoy? - Not now, not now.
I'm busy.
- It's the Managing Director! Urgent! - Oh.
Well, there's really nothing we can do without photographs.
Full length, full face, head and shoulders.
We recommend a photographer at this address.
- He'll fix you up.
Tell him it's for us.
- Mr Lovejoy- Good day, good day.
It's been nice meeting you.
Oh, and don't forget to hurry back with those photographs.
Put it through to my office.
Hello? Yes, Lovejoy speaking.
Yes, we have had a new client.
A real prospect.
Our type, you might say.
Yes, a meeting has been arranged.
Why, Barbara, of course.
- Miss Wakefield? - Yes.
Carnations come in pretty handy for blind dates.
Well, now that you've met me, what you do think? - First impression is pretty good.
- Thank you.
Canadian, eh? What part? Well, you're fast, aren't you? Toronto.
- How about a bit of old England? - I'd love it.
Lunch by the river, feed the swans, watch the jolly punters, followed by a brisk trot across the meadows.
- Hm? - On horseback, of course.
- In these? - My riding club will fix you up.
Lovely! - There we are, Mrs Peel.
- Oh, my pictures.
Thank you.
Huh, pictures, Mrs Peel! I don't take pictures.
I capture the very essence of your personality.
The essential you.
- Will a cheque be all right? - Mm-hm.
If Togetherness get many more clients like you, I might give it a whirl myself.
- Mr Beale? - Oh, excuse me.
My brother, Jonathan Stone.
Have you checked? - No question about it.
Not from here.
- Thank you.
[Door shuts.]
[Chuckles.]
Tally-ho! And away she goes! - Well, how do I look, hm? - Stunning.
I must warn you, flattery will get you anywhere at all.
But there's only one thing missing.
- Fours? - Yes.
Hm, do you come here often? When I'm in the area.
There are a couple of Ah! There are a couple of polo ponies here I'm very attached to.
Do you own them? - Eh? - The ponies? Oh, no.
I only hire them, I'm afraid.
I can't afford it otherwise.
'Course if circumstances had been somewhat different - What do you mean? - Black sheep of the family, me.
My cousin, he's the Oh, oh.
Hold on a sec.
He's the favoured one.
He gets the real money.
I just get the income from a modest trust.
How's that? - Fine.
- Good.
I suppose if this cousin of yours were dead, you'd inherit, huh? That's it! Well, you must resent him very much.
Resent him? I loathe him.
Try this for size.
Togetherness will solve all your problems, Mrs Peel.
I only have one, Mr Lovejoy.
Finding a suitable partner.
We'll do our best.
Now, what are your requirements? Age group, physical aspect.
Just let me know what you want.
- Well, he would have to be mature.
- Mm-hm.
A man of culture and intelligence.
Mature, cultured, intelligent.
With stamina.
Quite so, yes.
Of course, our Togetherness counsellor will take care of the fine details.
Necessary, you know.
Many of our clients are very pernickety.
Some even stipulate a title.
I'm far more interested in the man, really.
It's an admirable sentiment, Mrs Peel, admirable.
Now, financial status.
You would wish your opposite half to be reasonably wealthy? Oh, a rhetorical question, really.
An exclusive concern such as this, we do not accept, you understand, the lower orders.
Naturally.
I can see we understand each other perfectly, Mrs Peel.
Now, if I might recapitulate, mature, cultured, intelligent with stamina, of independent means.
Will that be all? I think that'll be entirely satisfactory, Mr Lovejoy.
The photographer asked me to give you these.
Ah, yes, yes.
Oh, excellent, excellent! I can see we shall have no difficulty in placing you at all, Mrs Peel.
Oh Yes, well, we'll be getting in touch with you.
[Lovejoy.]
Mrs Peel, charming woman.
- What's she doing here? - Hm? The woman that just left! Mrs Peel.
A new client.
Why? Why? She's the woman that saw me leaving Henshaw's apartment.
[? Plays "Here Comes The Bride".]
How did your Togetherness get-together go? Your blind date, what was she like? Extremely charming and very attractive.
I suppose you realise that she may be deadly serious about this? With the accent on the "deadly".
Oh She was very careful, but she was obviously planted to find out my more personal financial problems.
[Plays notes.]
That doesn't necessarily follow.
If she is genuine, she'd want to know all those sort of details.
She showed an inordinate interest in my cousin.
[Plays downbeat tune.]
Cousin? The rich one.
The one who stands between me and the family fortune.
The one I invented as bait.
- And she bit? - Hook, line and sinker.
She took to me, too.
[Plays downbeat tune.]
How did you get on with old blink-eye, Lovejoy? [Plays upbeat tune.]
"I must say, Mrs Peel, we should have no difficulty in placing you at all.
" [Chuckles.]
It's very good for the ego, isn't it? Makes one feel that the whole platoons of the other half are counting together at one.
Might be true, too.
[Plays upbeat tune.]
- I also went to the photographer's.
- Fred Beale? - Mm.
- How did you get on there? - Robert Stone was there.
- Robert Stone? - What did he want? - He was talking to Beale.
- What about? - I couldn't hear.
I was too far away.
Hm.
Pity, great pity.
Now, wedding cake decorations, a great big silver horseshoe, a miniature bride and groom.
I've been invited to old Lovejoy's for a wedding cake tasting.
[Clattering.]
I must say, Mr Steed, Miss Wakefield seems very taken with you.
Oh, yes.
Mm, a conquest, in fact.
I must say, I found her very tasty I mean, compatible, too.
Oh, you have Dinsford to thank for that.
His selection system never fails.
Hm, bland, but not unpleasant.
Yes, a complete conquest.
Fine.
Can we make all the necessary arrangements? I'm afraid it isn't going to be quite as easy as that, Mr Steed.
Hm, what do you think? It's a question of finance, Mr Steed.
- Finance? - Too many currants.
- Eh? - One or two too many.
Yes.
I thought you'd agree.
You see, from what I've heard of your financial status, Mr Steed, we, that is Dinsford and I, are not sure that you will be able to afford to keep Miss Wakefield.
In the manner to which she has been accustomed.
- No? - No.
Naturally, we wish only to make you happy, but, of course, we do have an obligation to Miss Wakefield, too.
- Naturally.
- Naturally.
Far too vulgar, Dinsford.
Flair, but with subtlety.
Those should be our requirements.
Yes, Adrian.
It really is a pity about your cousin.
A great pity.
Inherited the bulk of the family fortune.
Mm, came into quite a few million.
Superb.
One can really savour the brandy coming through.
Mr Steed.
[Inhales.]
Delicious! Perhaps you prefer your liquor more liquid, eh, Steed? This cousin of yours, Mr Steed, if he's in excellent health, there's no chance that he might [Chuckles.]
No chance at all.
No, he's a jolly, sporting type.
Plays a lot of games.
Games.
Dangerous games? An accident, perhaps? [Chuckles.]
Too careful.
Keep fit and careful.
Dear me.
Oh, Dinsford! Not half positive enough! There's no marriage between the two.
- Er, no, really.
- Oh, nonsense! Your opinion will be appreciated.
If he were to die tomorrow, would you shed a tear? This cousin of yours, Mr Steed Stands between you and a fortune.
A fortune which you regard as rightfully yours.
If he were dead.
[Chuckles.]
Don't think I haven't thought of that! Convenient accident.
Piece of cake cake of soap on the top of the stairs.
I must say, I've toyed with the idea many times.
[Lovejoy.]
Only toyed? Always stopped short.
Better than being stopped short at the end of a rope.
I've always preferred soft collars.
Besides, the idea of getting up at eight o'clock in the morning Ah, but that presupposes that you would be found out.
Well, of course I would with my motive.
That's the whole point.
There are hundreds of people like you wanting to get rid of someone, but not daring to because they would be the first to be suspected.
But suppose you eliminated someone else's victim.
And they in return, as a favour, eliminated yours You could have a watertight alibi.
Swap murders.
Very ingenious.
- But it wouldn't work? - You think not? It would require planning and vast organisation.
Suppose just suppose such an organisation already existed, would you avail yourself of its services? Of course I would.
Like a shot.
But how could it? Completely anonymous, free from detection.
It'd require very careful planning.
Have a cover where people or strangers could come and go and meet at will.
A marriage bureau, in fact.
Steed? [Cork pops.]
- Oh! - Whoops! Glad you could make it.
You still haven't told me, why the sudden celebration? The champagne? - It's a sort of farewell gesture.
- Leaving? - No, more of an assignment.
- Assignment or assignation? - Like it? - Mm.
A gift from my new employers.
For services about to be rendered.
Lovejoy and Dinsford.
The very same.
They even provided me with the means.
Good.
Then we've got them.
I've got to find out who's behind Togetherness.
And I can't do that until I've done the assignment.
- What are you supposed to do? - I've got to murder somebody.
Someone in particular or can you choose at random? No, the choice has already been made.
They even provide a photograph of the victim.
I must say, it's rather flattering.
Steed? Who are you supposed to kill? You, my dear.
[Lovejoy.]
Very fortunate finding this Steed fellow.
Seems to be very efficient.
"Seems"? Now what, Walter? Well, I don't believe in anticipating the results, sir, not before we know the results of the results, if you get what I mean.
I suppose I could work it out.
I still think that we have a winner in Steed.
We might use him again.
Don't forget Henshaw.
We pushed him too far.
Which is why I suggest you leave Steed to me.
A different type altogether.
Ah, Mr Steed! My dear fellow, we were just talking about you.
You want something? I thought I'd maybe give you back this.
Oh [Sniffs.]
You mean already? I don't believe in wasting any time.
- No problems? - None at all.
Commendable expediency, my dear Mr Steed.
As I told you, Walter, highly efficient.
You're admirable.
Absolutely first-class! Well, thank you, gentlemen.
But I'd prefer your compliments in a more tangible form.
Ah! Your part of the bargain.
Of course, of course.
I thought I'd pop the question to Barbara.
A little honeymooning on the Riviera.
- My dear cousin - Becomes your dear departed cousin.
- Exactly.
- Exactly! Exactly.
And speaking of exactitudes, you do understand that it is imperative that I see for myself that you have completed your task.
A mere formality.
Shall we? She looks peaceful.
Yes.
Let's hope that her past sins, there were many from what I gather, will be overlooked and that she will- - We must hope so.
- Sincerely.
Most sincerely.
I take it there was no She didn't feel a thing.
My trust in you has not been misplaced, Mr Steed.
- I hope not.
- On the contrary.
In fact, I won't hesitate to put it to the test again.
Again? I'll be quite frank with you, Mr Steed, a man of your calibre is worth ten of those we usually work with.
We could use you again many times and it would be profitable work.
Besides, I think I know my man.
I sense a sudden restlessness.
Life needs a dash of flavour for you.
A little danger, eh? I must say, I'm tempted.
Capital.
Then perhaps- But I should like to see your Managing Director.
You do have a Managing Director, don't you? Naturally.
Time I started working from the top, then.
We'll see, Mr Steed.
We'll see.
Can I offer you a lift anywhere? No, thank you.
I think I'll stay a while.
Pay my last respects, eh? - You've got a spider on your nose.
- Ugh! Shh! Have you no respect? You were certainly resting very peacefully.
I thought you were asleep.
- Now, are you comfortable? - [Grunts.]
Not very.
How much longer am I supposed to lie in state? I should take it easy until this evening.
I'll get you out then.
- All day? - It'll be a nice rest for you.
Besides, it'll give me time to find out who Mr X is.
Robert Stone? Perhaps.
But we mustn't let them see you until we're absolutely certain.
Now, anything I can get you? Magazines? Newspapers? A harp? A lift home.
In loving memory of a faithful friend.
Hold on.
Ah! Oh I call that very thoughtful.
Don't get tipsy.
We can't have you hiccoughin' in the coffin.
[Sighs.]
Cheers.
[Hums.]
Well, we can eliminate Mrs Peel from our files.
- Are you sure? - Of course I'm sure.
I've just seen for myself.
A touching sight.
Most effecting.
Now, well, I was right about Steed.
Excellent chap.
- I hope so.
- What is the matter, Walter? It's this photo, Adrian.
It was lying on your desk and Beale here came across it.
- What of it? - It's the same man.
- What man? - Steed.
John Steed.
- Well, of course it is.
- He was around my studio the other day.
Said he'd been recommended by one of your clients.
[Steed.]
Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven Henshaw Mrs Peel.
Spy duty.
Major Blink-Eye Dinsford.
Colonel Hood-Eye Lovejoy.
And back at Headquarters in full command, the General.
General who? [Doorbell buzzes.]
Good afternoon, Steed.
Good afternoon.
Please come in.
I won't, if you don't mind.
- I'm in rather a hurry.
- Oh.
Yes, a slight change of plan.
It concerns Mrs Peel.
Mrs Peel? I don't know what you're talking about.
She's dead.
I killed her, remember? In that case, perhaps you won't mind helping us to bury her.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Mmm.
La, la, la, la! [Footsteps approaching.]
Well, that's over and done with, eh, Steed? [Steed chuckles.]
All doubts dispelled.
Doubts? Well, you knew she was dead, surely? I don't understand.
A sudden change of plan.
We had to make sure, you know.
Now you are sure.
- Oh, completely.
Eh, Walter? - Yes.
So when do I meet your Managing Director? Right now, Mr Steed.
You? I saw you buried.
Correction, Mr Stone.
You saw my coffin buried, not me.
- Sorry to disappoint you.
- Disappoint? A nice organisation you have here.
I have? Oh, now, wait a minute.
You've got your wires crossed.
I saw you at the photographer's.
So you You imagined it I went to that photographer for one reason only.
The same reason I broke in here tonight.
To find out who killed my brother.
Look, you've got to believe me.
I've snooped and I've pried and I've discovered that Jonathan was supposed to meet someone from here the day he was murdered.
I thought if I could break in here, they must keep records of clients' meetings.
You try the desk.
I still don't understand.
The coffin.
Steed thinks ahead.
I'll give him that.
Lead floor to the coffin to give it weight.
Hinged sides for an emergency exit, if I needed it.
And I needed it.
Ah, here! Jonathan Stone.
[Robert.]
Barbara Wakefield.
That's right.
Back up! This means we'll have to have your funeral all over again.
Still, I'm sure a double-funeral will be much cheaper.
- [Lovejoy.]
Barbara? - In here! - [Robert.]
Jessica! - What the devil? - I found them snooping around.
- We were right about Steed.
- Fools, both of you! - [Lovejoy.]
He went back to his flat.
- We can catch him there if we hurry.
- Later! We'll attend to Steed later.
The first thing is to take care of these two.
Dinsford, back the car up to the front entrance.
They'll have to be found pretty far from here.
[Bells ring.]
[Groans.]
Why, Jessica? Why? Kill Jonathan? Kill my own husband? He wasn't content.
We had a good organisation here.
Infallible.
But he wasn't content.
No, he had to get involved.
One girl after another.
And so I used the organisation, our organisation, against him.
The only married man.
Oh, you've noticed that? Very clever.
Very astute.
But it won't do you much good now.
Dinsford should be ready by now.
Don't just sit there, Dinsford.
Dinsford? Walter! [Grunts.]
Mrs Stone! [Grunts.]
[Gunshot.]
I do like a happy ending.
Delicious.
[Grunts.]
Ha! [Sighs.]
Congratulations.
Oh, best man.
[Chuckles.]
[Chuckles.]
[Engine drowns speech.]
- don't you think so? - I agree with every word you've said.
I'm glad to hear it, Mrs Peel.
[Engine drowns speech.]