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Sir.

Sir!

Sir! It's about time.

- Have I overslept?

Pretty much. Perhaps it's too late already!

- Why? What is it?

Moment. Page 98!

- Oh my god! The boy is in danger!

I'm telling you!

Help! Help!

Hel...

Finch!

Did you get him, Sir?

- No because you sneezed!

That moth powder in this

wardrobe is appaling. Sorry.

Call Scotland Yard an. Quickly.

We have to take care of Miss Fielding.

I think, I'd go to bed.

Provided that you don't mind.

Of course not, Margie.

Good night, Aunt.

- Good night, Margie.

Something else, Mylady?

- No, thanks.

Say are that the only stairs up?

Yes.

Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir.

Did you hear that?

- What?

A buzzing, like a lift.

There is only one lift. From the cellar

up to the room of Lord Curtain.

And that one is shut down.

Do you tear all women down so quickly?

Only the pretty ones. Come.

What is it?

- You will see.

Go away.

Hands up!

- Hello, Inspector.

Good evening, Ladies.

- She is alive, Sir.

We had to go by the window.

Doorbell must be shut down.

Tonight without a mask for a change?

- You would prefer a mask?

Nein but this time I have a

surprise for you. Come.

So! Get in, please.

Press the lower button.

Considering the staff shortage nowadays...

- Hello, Edwards!

Edwards!

Hello, Edwards! Respond!

Respond, Edwards!

Who is that?

What do you say, Mr. Milton?

- Now, that's a surprise.

Isn't it, Finch?

- Nothing new but effective.

Good day. I'd like to talk to Mr. Milton.

- There is only Mrs. Milton, Sir.

Well. Please notify Mrs. Milton.

- Mrs. Milton is expecting you. Room 23.

Thank you.

- Do you get that? She expected us?

Of course, I called her.

- Oh, well then...

The gentlemen are coming.

Here.

Come in!

Thank you for the flowers. How

nice that Sir John is with you.

Pardon, I think that was my idea,

isn't it, Inspector?

Of course, Sir John.

- Please sit and disrobe.

Finch, another plate.

- Very well, Madam.

Did Mr. Wesby tell you why we are here?

- So far he told,

it's a surprise for my husband.

- Do you expect him? Will he come?

Not necessarily, Sir John.

He is always so very busy.

Of course. Well, I have to admit

that I admire your husband.

But if you get him,

you'll put him in jail.

Yes!

- No!

Yes? No? Could you finally come

to agreement, please.

Inspector Wesby made a joke.

We actually need your husband.

I make him an offer.

He helps us to solve this case,

and we cease his persecution,

until... the case is solved.

Pardon. May I pour, Madam?

- Yes, please.

You do like tea?

- Yes, of course. Thanks, without sugar, please.

And how do you prefer your tea, Inspector?

- Pardon me?

With or without?

- With. Thanks.

Some cream maybe?

- No, thanks.

Something else, Madam?

- Thank you, no.

You have a good staff.

- Yes. I like him very much.

I would guess so.

- Such a canny man. And nice, too.

So, what do you think of my offer?

- Well, provided that my husbands agrees,

He may move completely freely?

- Of course, absolutely!

Just, he shouldn't accept interviews.

- I see. At least,

he wouldn't need to hide anymore.

And wouldn't have to expect

every porter, post man...

- Waiter.

Right, every waiter...

to be possibly my husband in disguise.

I love him, Sir John.

- Yes, I know.

I admire... and envy him.

- I will encourage him to help you.

Oh, Mrs. Milton, That's so wonderful.

That's so wonderful.

Hey, Finch, what do say?

- I think we agree.

I'll send a letter to mum. - Nice!

I'll tell her...

that I am seriving actively

with the police. Wich means...

Maybe I shouldn't write that. - No?

She might get a stroke.

Well, let's omit that.

So, I have to leave.

Inspector Wesby would like to talk...

...to you in private. Do you?

Of course. - Thanks. Good bye.

Ciao!

Thank you.

Oh! What's up?

What happened? Excuse me, please!

Could you notify a mechanic or electrician?

Ah! Mr. Milton!

I appreciate your kind

offer very much, Sir John.

So, you do. Aha.

That's why the disguise, right?

I tell you, Mr. Milton:

Once this case is solved,

we'll get you.

- Agreed, Sir John.

Gut. Jetzt lassen Sie mich hier raus.

Man kommt sich ja vor wie'n Wellensittich!

Is a voice much different,

when using a microphone?

A bit distorted but usually

pretty much the same.

Did you recognize the voice?

- No, no.

Reminded me of somebody.

- Who?

Lord Curtain's brother Philip.

He is dead.

- Yes.

I just said:

It reminds me of somebody.

That's all you remember?

You were Philip's fiancee.

How do you know? - because

Philip was Lord Curtain's associate.

Until Charles' birth he

did a lot of business.

Charles, the son. The heir.

Then it changed suddenly for Philipp.

Lord Curtain lost any interest in him.

From then on he tried, to squeeze

him out of any business, didn't he.

Yes.

Philip was...

What was he like? Proud?

Temper?

Very hot temper.

He was proud.

And there was some embezzlement.

Wasn't Bailey witness?

Yes.

There is something else, Margie.

Bailey gave false testimony back then.

Can you prove that?

I found proof an hour ago

in Lord Curtain's documents.

What else do you ask for, Mylady?

Philips rehabilitation.

- He is already dead!

Who is interested in such old matters?

I am!

What could I do then?

You knew Lord Curtain.

He forced me, blackmailed me.

Curse this whole family!

Within two hours I'll get you confession

with your signature, Bailey.

Hello, hello! Bailey here! Bailey here!

An urgent message!

This Amateur! I always took care!

- Let's go.

Get me the police chief of the port.

- I'll check for Mr. Milton.

Take your fingers off that, Finch.

- Only the fingers, Sir.

Inspector Wesby, Scotland Yard.

Just for the record. I ask for...

Yes, Sir.

- Pst!

Why do cause the Polizei to look for us?

The back door on the right. There

is a car waiting for you. Quick.

Stop! Scotland Yard!

Hands up! Scotland Yard!

What's with you?

Finch!

I would have never survived that car.

Thank you, Sir!

Oh, those freelancers!

Bailey got away.

I am afraid he didn't come far.

Mr. Bailey?

Mr. Bailey!

Don't call, Mylady.

I assume you want to call a doctor.

- What are you doing here, Dr. Mills?

Excellent question.

I will answer this one.

He called me because he didn't feel well.

He always had a weak heart.

Hello! Hello!

Philip!

Didn't hear you coming.

Inspector Wesby called.

Why did he call?

- Bailey is dead.

Oh dear.

It doesn't shock you.

No.

Well, me neither.

I saw it comeing.

I think...

What...

Do you think

it could very quickly now.

Sir John, we must presume,

that the whole family is going to die.

- Nasty truth. - Almost finished.

Lord and Lady Curtain are dead,

as is their nephew Archie Moore.

Charles and Margie mananged to survive.

- Yes, yes, I know that.

Let's agree, hypothetically,

the attempts were successful.

Who would be left?

- Lady Aston.

Lady Aston?

- Lady Aston. That's it.

Lady Aston is a lady, who...

... who, if she were a man,

would be a member of your club.

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