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They opened Mrs French's bank
vault today and found her will.
- Congratulations.
- £80,000!
And I was worried about a couple of
hundred for that silly eggbeater.
I must call Christine.
Oh.
This doesn't make things look
any better for me, does it?
- No. I wouldn't think so.
- So now they'll say I did have a motive.
They will indeed. £80,000 makes
for a very handsome motive.
I thought you were crazy but
now they will arrest me!
It's not unlikely.
(CAR PULLS UP)
As a matter of fact, it's quite likely.
They're on their way up now.
I knew nothing about that will. I'd no idea
she'd any intention of leaving me money.
- If I didn't know, how can it be a motive?
- We'll certainly bring that out in court.
- It's our old friend Inspector Hearne.
- Chief Inspector as of last month.
Chief Inspector? They must think
a lot of you at Scotland Yard.
You're getting the
deluxe treatment.
- Oh, in here, Chief Inspector.
- Sorry to disturb you in your chambers.
That's perfectly all right. I never
object to the actions of the police
- except once in a great while in court.
- Yes, sir, I still have the scars.
You know Mr Mayhew,
Mr Brogan-Moore.
This is Leonard Vole. You'd better search
him, he may be armed with an eggbeater.
- Is your name Leonard Vole?
- Yes, it is.
I have a warrant for your arrest on
the charge of murdering Emily French.
I must warn you that anything you say
may be taken down and used in evidence.
Well, I'm ready.
Must I be handcuffed?
That won't be necessary, sir.
I've never been arrested before,
not even for walking a dog off a lead
- or having a beer after hours.
- There's no disgrace in being arrested.
Kings, prime ministers, archbishops,
even barristers have stood in the dock.
- Somebody better call my wife.
- I will, don't worry.
I'll go too, see you're
properly charged.
- You will see to it that he is well-treated?
- We will.
Would you like a cigar? Pardon me.
- That's very kind of you, Sir Wilfrid.
- I'd better not. It would constitute a bribe.
We ought to be going, Mr Vole.
One thing I've learned for sure, never
look in a window with women's hats.
Good day, sir.
Makes a very nice
impression, doesn't he?
- Yes, rather. Give him the monocle test?
- Passed with flying colours.
I hope he does as well in the dock.
This is sticky, you know.
Of course. The prosecution will blast
in with their heaviest artillery.
All you'll have is one little popgun,
an alibi furnished by his wife.
Isn't that an intriguing challenge?
I think I'd like it more if it was less
of a challenge and less intriguing.
Miss Plimsoll has issued an ultimatum.
In bed in one minute or she'll resign.
Splendid. Give her a month's pay
and kick her down the stairs.
Either you take care of yourself
or I, too, shall resign.
This is blackmail.
But you're quite right.
For my first day this has already been
rather hectic. I should be in bed.
I'd better get in touch with Mrs Vole
and have her come over. Will you sit in?
Thank you, no. I'm in no condition to cope
with emotional wives drenched in tears.
Miss Plimsoll, how alluring you look,
waiting like a hangman on the scaffold.
Take me, I'm yours.
Oh!
About Mrs Vole. Handle her gently,
especially when you tell her of the arrest.
Bear in mind she's a foreigner, so prepare
for hysterics, even a fainting spell.
Better have smelling salts ready,
box of tissues and a nip of brandy.
WOMAN: I do not think
that will be necessary.
I never faint in case
I don't fall gracefully,
and I never use smelling salts
because they puff up the eyes.
I'm Christine Vole.
How do you do?
This is Mr Brogan-Moore.
How do you do?
- I am Wilfrid Robarts.
- How do you do?
My dear Mrs Vole, I'm afraid
we have bad news for you.
- Don't be afraid, I'm quite disciplined.
- There's nothing to be alarmed about yet.
Leonard has been arrested and
charged with murder. Is that it?
- Yes.
- I knew he would be, I told him so.
I'm glad you're showing
such fortitude.
Call it what you like.
What is the next step?
Your husband will have to
stand trial, I'm afraid.
Will you explain the procedure?
Mr Brogan-Moore will lead the defence.
Oh?
- You will not defend Leonard?
- Regrettably not.
My health, or, rather,
the lack of it, forbids me.
It is regrettable. Mr Mayhew described
you as champion of the hopeless cause.
Is it, perhaps, that this
cause is too hopeless?
I'll have a serious talk with Dr Harrison.
It was a mistake to let you come back here.
I should have taken you to
a rest-home or a resort.
Some place quiet,
far off, like Bermuda.
Shut up. You just want to see
me in those nasty shorts.
Come now, Sir Wilfrid,
you must not think of it.
You must get ready for sleep,
think beautiful thoughts.
Now, let's get undressed. Put these on,
tops and bottoms, while I make your bed.
After your rest we'll
have a nice cup of cocoa.
Then perhaps we'll have a
walk around the square.
You know, I feel sorry
for that nice Mr Vole.
And not just because he was arrested,
but that wife of his. She must be German.
That's what happens when we let our
boys cross the Channel. They go crazy.
The government should do something
about foreign wives. Like an embargo.
How else can we take care of our own
surplus. Don't you agree, Sir Wilfrid?
All right. Hop in!
Sir Wilfrid?
Sir Wilfrid!
Come back!
Yes, of course I knew that Leonard had
been seeing Mrs French quite frequently.
Go on.
I knew when he came home with a pair
of green socks she'd knitted for him.
That's quite natural. I'm sure
a jury will find it endearing.
Leonard can be very endearing.
He hates that particular shade of green
and the socks were
two sizes too large,
but he wore them just the
same to give her pleasure.
Leonard has a way with women.
I only hope he has an all-woman jury.
They will carry him from court in triumph.
A simple acquittal will do. Now, you know
Mrs French left your husband money?
Yes. A lot of money.
Of course, your husband had no
previous knowledge of this bequest?
Is that what he told you?
Surely you're not
suggesting different?
Oh, no, no. I do not
suggest anything.
Clearly, she had come to look upon your
husband as a son or favourite nephew.
You think Mrs French looked upon
Leonard as a son? Or a nephew?
I do. An entirely natural and
understandable relationship.
What hypocrites you
are in this country.
Pardon me, Brogan-Moore.
- Do you mind if I ask you a question?
- Go right ahead, Sir Wilfrid.
You realise your husband's entire
defence rests on his word and yours?
- I realise that.
- And that the jury will be quite sceptical
of the word of a man accused of murder
when supported only by that of his wife?
- I realise that too.
- Let us, then, at least make sure
- the two are not in conflict.
- By all means, let's.
I assume you want to
help your husband?
Of course I want to help Leonard. I want
to help Mr Brogan-Moore and to help you.
There. Isn't that more
comfortable for you?
Now, Mrs Vole.
This is very important.
On the night of the murder your husband
came home before 9:30. Correct?
Precisely. Isn't that
what he wants me to say?
Isn't it the truth?
Of course.
But when I told the police,
I do not think they believed me.
Maybe I didn't say it well.
Maybe because of my accent.
My dear Mrs Vole, in our courts
we accept the evidence of witnesses
who speak only Bulgarian
and who must have an interpreter.
We accept the evidence of
deaf-mutes who cannot speak at all,
as long as they tell the truth.
You're aware that when you're in
the witness box you will be sworn
- and you will testify under oath?
- Yes.
Leonard came home at 9.26 precisely
and did not go out again.
The truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth. Is that better?
- Mrs Vole, do you love your husband?
- Leonard thinks I do.
- Well, do you?
- Am I already under oath?
Whatever your gambit may be,
do you know that, under British law,
you cannot be called to give
testimony damaging to your husband?
How very convenient.
We are dealing with
a capital crime.
The prosecution will try
to hang your husband.
He is not my husband.
Leonard and I went through
a form of marriage,
but I had a husband living somewhere
in East Germany, in the Russian zone.
- Did you tell Leonard?
- I did not. It would have been stupid.
He would not have married me and I'd
have been left to starve in the rubble.
But he did marry you and
brought you safely here.
Don't you think you
should be grateful?
One can get very
tired of gratitude.
Your husband loves you
very much, does he not?
Leonard? He worships
the ground I walk on.
And you?
You want to know too much.
Auf Wiedersehen, gentlemen.
Thank you for coming in, Mrs Vole.
Your visit has been most reassuring.
Do not worry, Sir Wilfrid. I will give him
an alibi and I shall be very convincing.
There will be tears in my eyes when I say
"Leonard came home at 9.26 precisely."
You're a very remarkable
woman, Mrs Vole.
And you're satisfied, I hope?
- I'm damned if I'm satisfied!
- Care for a whiff of those smelling salts?
That woman's up to something.
But what?
The prosecution will break her down in
no time when she's in the witness box.
This case is going to be rather like
the charge of the Light Brigade
or one of those Japanese
suicide pilots. Quite one-sided.
With the odds all
on the other side.
I haven't got much
to go on, have I?
The fact is, I've got nothing.
Let me ask you something.
Do you believe Leonard
Vole is innocent?
Do you?
Do you?
I'm not sure.
Oh, I'm sorry, Wilfrid.
Of course, I'll do my best.
vault today and found her will.
- Congratulations.
- £80,000!
And I was worried about a couple of
hundred for that silly eggbeater.
I must call Christine.
Oh.
This doesn't make things look
any better for me, does it?
- No. I wouldn't think so.
- So now they'll say I did have a motive.
They will indeed. £80,000 makes
for a very handsome motive.
I thought you were crazy but
now they will arrest me!
It's not unlikely.
(CAR PULLS UP)
As a matter of fact, it's quite likely.
They're on their way up now.
I knew nothing about that will. I'd no idea
she'd any intention of leaving me money.
- If I didn't know, how can it be a motive?
- We'll certainly bring that out in court.
- It's our old friend Inspector Hearne.
- Chief Inspector as of last month.
Chief Inspector? They must think
a lot of you at Scotland Yard.
You're getting the
deluxe treatment.
- Oh, in here, Chief Inspector.
- Sorry to disturb you in your chambers.
That's perfectly all right. I never
object to the actions of the police
- except once in a great while in court.
- Yes, sir, I still have the scars.
You know Mr Mayhew,
Mr Brogan-Moore.
This is Leonard Vole. You'd better search
him, he may be armed with an eggbeater.
- Is your name Leonard Vole?
- Yes, it is.
I have a warrant for your arrest on
the charge of murdering Emily French.
I must warn you that anything you say
may be taken down and used in evidence.
Well, I'm ready.
Must I be handcuffed?
That won't be necessary, sir.
I've never been arrested before,
not even for walking a dog off a lead
- or having a beer after hours.
- There's no disgrace in being arrested.
Kings, prime ministers, archbishops,
even barristers have stood in the dock.
- Somebody better call my wife.
- I will, don't worry.
I'll go too, see you're
properly charged.
- You will see to it that he is well-treated?
- We will.
Would you like a cigar? Pardon me.
- That's very kind of you, Sir Wilfrid.
- I'd better not. It would constitute a bribe.
We ought to be going, Mr Vole.
One thing I've learned for sure, never
look in a window with women's hats.
Good day, sir.
Makes a very nice
impression, doesn't he?
- Yes, rather. Give him the monocle test?
- Passed with flying colours.
I hope he does as well in the dock.
This is sticky, you know.
Of course. The prosecution will blast
in with their heaviest artillery.
All you'll have is one little popgun,
an alibi furnished by his wife.
Isn't that an intriguing challenge?
I think I'd like it more if it was less
of a challenge and less intriguing.
Miss Plimsoll has issued an ultimatum.
In bed in one minute or she'll resign.
Splendid. Give her a month's pay
and kick her down the stairs.
Either you take care of yourself
or I, too, shall resign.
This is blackmail.
But you're quite right.
For my first day this has already been
rather hectic. I should be in bed.
I'd better get in touch with Mrs Vole
and have her come over. Will you sit in?
Thank you, no. I'm in no condition to cope
with emotional wives drenched in tears.
Miss Plimsoll, how alluring you look,
waiting like a hangman on the scaffold.
Take me, I'm yours.
Oh!
About Mrs Vole. Handle her gently,
especially when you tell her of the arrest.
Bear in mind she's a foreigner, so prepare
for hysterics, even a fainting spell.
Better have smelling salts ready,
box of tissues and a nip of brandy.
WOMAN: I do not think
that will be necessary.
I never faint in case
I don't fall gracefully,
and I never use smelling salts
because they puff up the eyes.
I'm Christine Vole.
How do you do?
This is Mr Brogan-Moore.
How do you do?
- I am Wilfrid Robarts.
- How do you do?
My dear Mrs Vole, I'm afraid
we have bad news for you.
- Don't be afraid, I'm quite disciplined.
- There's nothing to be alarmed about yet.
Leonard has been arrested and
charged with murder. Is that it?
- Yes.
- I knew he would be, I told him so.
I'm glad you're showing
such fortitude.
Call it what you like.
What is the next step?
Your husband will have to
stand trial, I'm afraid.
Will you explain the procedure?
Mr Brogan-Moore will lead the defence.
Oh?
- You will not defend Leonard?
- Regrettably not.
My health, or, rather,
the lack of it, forbids me.
It is regrettable. Mr Mayhew described
you as champion of the hopeless cause.
Is it, perhaps, that this
cause is too hopeless?
I'll have a serious talk with Dr Harrison.
It was a mistake to let you come back here.
I should have taken you to
a rest-home or a resort.
Some place quiet,
far off, like Bermuda.
Shut up. You just want to see
me in those nasty shorts.
Come now, Sir Wilfrid,
you must not think of it.
You must get ready for sleep,
think beautiful thoughts.
Now, let's get undressed. Put these on,
tops and bottoms, while I make your bed.
After your rest we'll
have a nice cup of cocoa.
Then perhaps we'll have a
walk around the square.
You know, I feel sorry
for that nice Mr Vole.
And not just because he was arrested,
but that wife of his. She must be German.
That's what happens when we let our
boys cross the Channel. They go crazy.
The government should do something
about foreign wives. Like an embargo.
How else can we take care of our own
surplus. Don't you agree, Sir Wilfrid?
All right. Hop in!
Sir Wilfrid?
Sir Wilfrid!
Come back!
Yes, of course I knew that Leonard had
been seeing Mrs French quite frequently.
Go on.
I knew when he came home with a pair
of green socks she'd knitted for him.
That's quite natural. I'm sure
a jury will find it endearing.
Leonard can be very endearing.
He hates that particular shade of green
and the socks were
two sizes too large,
but he wore them just the
same to give her pleasure.
Leonard has a way with women.
I only hope he has an all-woman jury.
They will carry him from court in triumph.
A simple acquittal will do. Now, you know
Mrs French left your husband money?
Yes. A lot of money.
Of course, your husband had no
previous knowledge of this bequest?
Is that what he told you?
Surely you're not
suggesting different?
Oh, no, no. I do not
suggest anything.
Clearly, she had come to look upon your
husband as a son or favourite nephew.
You think Mrs French looked upon
Leonard as a son? Or a nephew?
I do. An entirely natural and
understandable relationship.
What hypocrites you
are in this country.
Pardon me, Brogan-Moore.
- Do you mind if I ask you a question?
- Go right ahead, Sir Wilfrid.
You realise your husband's entire
defence rests on his word and yours?
- I realise that.
- And that the jury will be quite sceptical
of the word of a man accused of murder
when supported only by that of his wife?
- I realise that too.
- Let us, then, at least make sure
- the two are not in conflict.
- By all means, let's.
I assume you want to
help your husband?
Of course I want to help Leonard. I want
to help Mr Brogan-Moore and to help you.
There. Isn't that more
comfortable for you?
Now, Mrs Vole.
This is very important.
On the night of the murder your husband
came home before 9:30. Correct?
Precisely. Isn't that
what he wants me to say?
Isn't it the truth?
Of course.
But when I told the police,
I do not think they believed me.
Maybe I didn't say it well.
Maybe because of my accent.
My dear Mrs Vole, in our courts
we accept the evidence of witnesses
who speak only Bulgarian
and who must have an interpreter.
We accept the evidence of
deaf-mutes who cannot speak at all,
as long as they tell the truth.
You're aware that when you're in
the witness box you will be sworn
- and you will testify under oath?
- Yes.
Leonard came home at 9.26 precisely
and did not go out again.
The truth, the whole truth and nothing
but the truth. Is that better?
- Mrs Vole, do you love your husband?
- Leonard thinks I do.
- Well, do you?
- Am I already under oath?
Whatever your gambit may be,
do you know that, under British law,
you cannot be called to give
testimony damaging to your husband?
How very convenient.
We are dealing with
a capital crime.
The prosecution will try
to hang your husband.
He is not my husband.
Leonard and I went through
a form of marriage,
but I had a husband living somewhere
in East Germany, in the Russian zone.
- Did you tell Leonard?
- I did not. It would have been stupid.
He would not have married me and I'd
have been left to starve in the rubble.
But he did marry you and
brought you safely here.
Don't you think you
should be grateful?
One can get very
tired of gratitude.
Your husband loves you
very much, does he not?
Leonard? He worships
the ground I walk on.
And you?
You want to know too much.
Auf Wiedersehen, gentlemen.
Thank you for coming in, Mrs Vole.
Your visit has been most reassuring.
Do not worry, Sir Wilfrid. I will give him
an alibi and I shall be very convincing.
There will be tears in my eyes when I say
"Leonard came home at 9.26 precisely."
You're a very remarkable
woman, Mrs Vole.
And you're satisfied, I hope?
- I'm damned if I'm satisfied!
- Care for a whiff of those smelling salts?
That woman's up to something.
But what?
The prosecution will break her down in
no time when she's in the witness box.
This case is going to be rather like
the charge of the Light Brigade
or one of those Japanese
suicide pilots. Quite one-sided.
With the odds all
on the other side.
I haven't got much
to go on, have I?
The fact is, I've got nothing.
Let me ask you something.
Do you believe Leonard
Vole is innocent?
Do you?
Do you?
I'm not sure.
Oh, I'm sorry, Wilfrid.
Of course, I'll do my best.
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