Partners in Crime (2015): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Secret Adversary: Part 1 - full transcript
[ Indistinct conversations]
I wish we had a few francs
for a porter.
Well, I'd help
if I had a spare hand.
That bloody thing.
You won't say that
when it makes our million.
No, I won't.
I'll be chasing flying pigs.
What was that, dear?
Nothing, sweetheart.
TOMMY:
Here we are.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
[Grunts]
[Train whistle blows]
Now, what do you thinks
less bumpy,
by the window or on the aisle?
[ Sighs ]
It's an insect.
I don't mean to be funny,
but it is basically an insect.
A very valuable insect.
And me?
You're my wife.
[ Buzzing ]
Careful!
Sorry.
It's a bit precious.
Where are you going?
Calais, then London.
Like us.
Are you looking for someone?
No.
I wondered what the time was,
that's all.
Sometimes
this train leaves late.
It's ten past 3:00.
Perfect then.
[ Buzzing ]
Are you interested in bees?
Oh, don't, Tommy.
Why not?
She might be. You never know.
- My husband is an enthusiast.
- And a businessman.
People don't really think about
honey.
They just plaster it on
their bread in the morning,
but the biology that goes on
behind it is...
Take a look.
[ Buzzing ]
That's a pedigree queen
if ever I saw one.
She wants to get out.
TOMMY: Ah, it's just until
I get her home.
I can't drag her along
on a lead all day, now, can I?
No, I suppose not.
Plenty people don't know
about queens.
For example ..
Actually,
I need to go to the buffet.
Please excuse me.
Of course.
[Train whistle blows]
Something's up with that girl.
Did you see the look
on her face?
Are there any sandwiches?
I thought I was followed
onto the train.
- And were you?
- I don't know.
There was a man at Pigalle
and just now on the platform.
I can't do this.
I only said I could
because I felt bad
and you said you were in danger.
Someone is trying to kill me,
Jane.
All I'm asking is you carry
a package to London.
TUPPENCE:
[Scoffs]
TOMMY:
What are you looking for?
You're being very nosy today,
Tuppence.
Steady your nerves
if you have to.
I'll see you in London.
We'll go dancing.
Dominic.
For old times' sake.
Don't.
We had fun, didn't we?
- Jane, go.
- What about you?
Just go.
-[ Screams ]
-[ Train whistle blows]
Good grief, what was that?
Just the noise of the train,
darling.
It's probably nothing.
It didn't sound like nothing.
[Train whistle blows]
What's going on?
[Pounding on door]
You read
too many detective novels.
You know that.
Nonsense.
TOMMY: You hear
the slightest noise on a train,
and you think catastrophe,
murder, mayhem.
You should read the paper more.
[Gunshot]
[ Exclaiming ]
Well, what about that girl?
Do you think she's coming back?
[Whistle blows]
Tuppence.
At least we know her name.
Jane Finn.
[ Buzzing ]
[Thunder crashes]
Nothing.
Two weeks and not a word of it
in your beloved British press.
You have to let it go.
Something happened.
Why else were we moved onto
a new train, no explanation?
Leave it to the police,
Tuppence.
I would if I thought
the police were doing anything,
if I thought they were
the least bit interested.
And what did happen
to that girl?
I'm sure she turned up somewhere
sooner or later.
Maybe I should just phone
that inspector again.
I wish you'd put your energy
into our actual business.
Could you move over?
No.
Watch Tiffin 'cause she just...
I am watching Tiffin.
Oh, Tommy, there isn't room.
Ow!
[ Doorbell ringing ]
[Tiffin barking ]
I do put my energy
into our business.
I painted the signs,
and I put up the hives.
Would you answer the door?
GEORGE: Mum?
It'll be the postman
with a pile of bills.
GEORGE: Dad?
Why can't you look
on the bright side?
It might be an order.
Might be someone asking
for a tonne of honey.
Oh, Tommy, it's too early
for rampant optimism.
Rampant something would be nice.
[ Mail slot rattles]
What does it mean
when the ink is red?
Have you packed your trunk?
Chin up.
Back soon.
-[ Barking ]
- Tiffin!
Tiffin!
Tiffin, get away from the hives!
Tiffin!
Tiffin, how many times
have I told you?
- Here you are, darling.
- Thank you.
I found these in the bin.
We need a steady income, Tommy.
I'm doing everything
that the book says.
We were conned.
We went all the way to France
for that queen.
There'll be honey,
won't there, George?
TUPPENCE:
Don't bring George into this.
He's going back to school.
Dad hasn't read the book.
The bee book.
He hasn't read it.
I have read the book.
Of course I've read the book.
Now, Tuppence, don't think
I haven't read the book.
Thanks for the tip, darling.
Take care.
And write to us.
Every week.
Tell me when we get rich.
[ Chuckles ]
Thank you, Roger.
GEORGE: Hello, Frasier. Which
class are you in this year?
ROGER: No trouble, Tom.
Hold tight, boys.
Bye.
I can't believe
you haven't read that book.
I told you. I have.
Every Page-
You can't believe
what George tells you.
[Sighs]
You need to get a job, Tommy.
Uncle Carter is bound
to have something, Tommy.
He's an army man, and I'm sure
he's looking for help.
Just remember, sit up straight
and don't interrupt him.
[ Typewriter clacking ]
[Sighs]
[Whistle blows]
-[ Gunshot ]
-[ Scream ]
[Train whistle blowing ]
[Telephone rings]
CARTER:
Send him in, please.
Major Carter will see you now.
[ Radio broadcasting
cricket game ]
[ Door opens]
[ Cheers and applause]
Oh, sublime!
[ Chuckles ]
The Aussies might try,
but you can't beat an Englishman
with a cricket bat.
Are you following?
No, I...
ls something up?
I've changed departments.
Still army but with a spin.
All of us on the third floor,
we don't exist.
Do you know what that means?
Hush-hush?
Keeping the communists out.
That's what it means.
Doing our damnedest to keep
the dirty reds over there.
They're calling it a cold war.
Ah.
It's dangerous work, secretive.
Precise.
Honorable.
And, yes, yes, at times,
like poetry.
But damn it, Tommy.
Just about every endeavor you
embark upon ends in disaster.
Think about school.
University, God!
And the war.
Most men at least make it
as far as the barracks.
My nephew gets off the train and
is run over by a catering van.
It was going fast.
You're a stay-at-home man.
You're a slippers and paper man,
hmm?
I wish I could offer you
a position, but I'm sorry.
The field...
it's not for you.
Thank you.
I'll keep paying George's school
fees, as long as you need.
Goodbye, Uncle.
Don't blame me.
Blame Stalin.
Looking for number 7?
[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations]
[ Barking, growling ]
BOOKIE:
Any more bets?
Any more bets for the 12:30?
Place your bets.
WHITTINGTON:
This Paris mess is a disaster.
And it's going to be down to me
to find a replacement.
Don't tell me.
Brown's ringing in an hour.
Can I help you?
I'd like to put a shilling
on the favorite for the...
12:30.
Catford or Cardiff?
Catford.
[ Radio broadcasting dog race,
men shouting ]
Yep.
We've got a problem.
I don't know where she is.
We can't find her.
How can I cover it up?
A replacement!
I can't just click my fingers
and find one.
Your dog just came in.
What?
Weren't you listening?
Your dog just came in.
Thank you.
You fancy a job?
It's a job like any other.
Only,
it's a lot easier than most.
You take a suitcase.
You get on a train.
You go to an address in Paris.
Paris?
WHITTINGTON: Mm.
Do you like foreign travel?
What do I do when I get there?
WHITTINGTON:
You just live, really.
You take a name
that we give you.
And you go to a flat
that we tell you.
And then you just live.
You just turn the lights on
in the evening.
You put things
in the refrigerator.
You take things
out of the refrigerator.
You sleep on the bed.
You might send the odd letter,
take the odd stroll.
But then six weeks later,
you come home.
Easy.
What name do I take?
WHITTINGTON:
I don't know.
Something common.
Something random.
Something that doesn't attract
a lot of attention.
For instance...
Jane Finn.
That particular name?
WHITTINGTON:
For instance.
And what if I prefer Susan?
Susan Smith.
Much more common.
Look...
I know a woman that's down
on her luck when I see one.
You're not used to places
like this,
people like me.
Take the job.
And live as Susan?
We'd prefer Jane.
Funny, I met a girl
called Jane Finn.
On the train.
Now, isn't that odd?
Did you really?
She left her book
in the carriage...
...and in it, this.
I guess you know him, too.
All right, bitch.
[Whimpering]
Who are you working for?
You're one of Rita's
little mates, I'll bet.
What did she tell you?
Why are you covering up
the disappearance of a girl?
You are in murk
the like of which
you've not encountered
in your short
and protected life, missus.
If this is blackmail...
I'll give you money.
But you better forget
we ever had this conversation.
Or that little hat of yours
might not have a head to sit on.
Aah!
[ Radio playing]
Oi!
You dropped your glove.
Thank you.
What on earth took you so long?
Something terrible has happened.
Come on.
Quickly.
Waterloo.
No, not there.
We need to shake him off first.
Who?
Him.
TOMMY: Who is he?
What's going on?
TUPPENCE:
Here, here.
Pull over.
Get out, Tommy.
Go on! Go on!
There we are.
Keep the change.
- Come on, Tommy!
- What the hell are we doing?
- Kiss me.
- What? Here?
Kiss me!
Come on.
Where did you learn all this?
John Buchan, Conan Doyle,
Dorothy L. Sayers.
Books.
And boarding school.
Dodging the housemistress.
MAN:
Yes, madam.
Two whiskeys, please.
Are you going to tell me
what's going on?
Jane Finn.
That's what's going on.
The missing girl.
I knew there was more to it.
What's that?
Proof that I wasn't wrong.
MAN:
There you go, madam.
And the means to buy a new hat.
Ooh.
Ahh.
All you need to do
is go in and make a bet.
Just see
if you overhear anything.
And then what?
Well, we'll go to the police,
of course. They'll listen then.
The more evidence we have,
the better.
Locked.
Now, isn't that odd?
Go on.
-[ Board clatters]
- Shh!
[ Radio broadcasting dog race ]
Aah!
Okay, this is where we leave it.
We walk back
to the police station,
you tell them what you told me,
and we go back to our lives.
Well, aren't you just
a little bit curious?
There's nothing here, Tuppence,
so even if I was curious...
No. No.
That is where you are wrong.
There's a man called Brown, and
there is a woman called Rita.
He thought I worked for her.
This is London.
There must be a million
Browns or Ritas.
There's also this.
TOMMY: What is it?
A shopping list?
TUPPENCE: It's bill
in the name of Vandemeyer
for a Paris hotel.
Give me that.
TUPPENCE:
Why, Mr. Beresford,
I do believe your pulse
has quickened just a little.
Someone called Vandemeyer stayed
at the Hotel du Marbre, Paris,
the day before Jane
disappeared.
Watch the table.
Don't you think
that's significant?
TOMMY:
Significant in what respect?
They are soup spoons, Tuppence.
We need desert spoons.
[Pounding]
And why ask me to pretend to be
a woman that's missing?
- That doesn't make sense.
- Onion.
Unless...
Unless they're setting a trap
for someone.
- Carrot.
- But who?
- That's the question.
- Parsley.
That's chives, Tuppence.
Even you must know
the difference.
Of course.
I'm forgetting.
The gun.
There was a gunshot.
Can we just try and keep
our imagination under control
for one evening?
I'm perfectly under control,
but if he will invite himself
to dinner,
then the least he can do
is listen.
[ Doorbell rings]
[ Barking ]
Look. No.
Wait. Wait.
[ Doorbell rings]
[ Barking ]
Who needs a stinking job?
Ah.
This is for George.
TOMMY:
Oh, thank you.
It'll need to be broken in.
- Hello.
- Hello. Come in.
TOMMY:
Come in.
CARTER:
Jane Finn?
You're sure he said
that particular name?
TUPPENCE:
I'm absolutely sure.
You couldn't have confused it
with perhaps Janet or Julia?
Quite certain.
Well, uh...
You need --
You need to forget all about it.
Put it -- Put it right
out of your mind altogether.
Well, at least tell us
what you suspect.
Abduction?
Murder?
Thank you so much for dinner.
It was...
No, I couldn't possibly.
It's all --
lt's all hush-hush.
That's what it is.
TUPPENCE:
That's a pity.
It's about to be rather more
loud-loud.
You tell him, Tommy.
We just put an advertisement
in the paper.
You did what?
TUPPENCE:
“The Times.“
Asking for any information
regarding the disappearance
of Jane Finn.
CARTER:
Yes.
Yes, of course.
[ Man speaking over telephone]
Tomorrow.
- Move.
- You're on my toe.
CARTER: Well, how do you think
I feel about it'?
No.
I trust them completely.
If you think that's necessary.
Oh, for God's sake,
say something.
You're making us feel like
naughty schoolchildren.
Jane Finn was just
an innocent girl,
caught up in something
rather sinister.
Look if I explain,
then there's no turning back.
You have to be certain.
At this very moment,
a top Soviet agent
is here in Britain.
A political assassin
suspected of many killings.
An assassin!
I should sit down.
Do I need a pencil?
Sit down.
CARTER:
We don't know his identity.
No idea who the target is.
All we know is that he likes
to call himself Mr. Brown.
My department got a tip-off
that this Brown
had been activated by Russia
and would be making his move
in the next few weeks.
What do you mean make his move?
Someone in British public life
will be found dead.
Oh, my goodness.
Tommy, are you listening
to all of this?
CARTER: The man shot on
the train was Dominic Villiers.
He was a member of my department
working undercover in Europe.
Two weeks ago,
he sent me a coded message
saying he was coming
back to London
with a tape recording
which he thought might reveal
Brown's identity.
It looks as though
that message was intercepted
because poor Villiers
was shot dead.
And the recording?
CARTER:
We're not sure.
Is this where Jane Finn
comes in?
CARTER: Yes. She was
on the train with Villiers.
They met in Paris and, uh...
Well, they became friends
it seems.
So, the question is --
Did he pass the recording
to Jane before he was killed?
And if so, where is she now?
CARTER:
Do you know, Tommy,
you're rather good at this.
Not bad for a pipe
and slippers man, eh?
Might Jane have hidden
the recording,
before she disappeared?
Yes.
That's all we can hope for.
Right, what we're going to do
is this.
You've already put an
advertisement in the newspaper
mentioning Jane's disappearance.
But we can't do anything
about that. That's done.
But I want to know everything
about anyone who answers.
What they say,
what they look like.
Everything.
You understand?
You're working for me now.
But you have to be careful.
This Brown is a pretty
unpleasant character,
and he's clever.
So your job is to observe,
that's all.
If you feel
you're in any danger,
then you report
to this telephone number.
379.
Say it now.
-379.
-379.
CARTER:
You memorize it.
And if things get bad,
there can be no police.
You're on your own.
And the code word
is "200 all out."
If anyone uses that phrase,
then -- then they're safe.
Cricket.
CARTER:
What?
Oh, yes, yes.
This is a cold war
we're fighting now.
Don't let me down.
TUPPENCE:
Well, how about that?
Reading books and doing this
are quite different, Tuppence.
TUPPENCE:
Nonsense.
It's just meeting a few people.
And what would you
rather be doing?
Feeding the bees?
Walking the dog?
Making jam to send to George?
A secret assassin.
A missing girl.
A communist plot.
Don't you think we were born
for this kind of thing?
[Clink]
Two replies!
From Jane's uncle,
a Mr. Hersheimmer.
He wants to meet at the Ritz.
The other is unsigned,
but wants to meet us
on Sidney Street.
Well, I can guess
where we'll be going first.
But both meetings are today.
This morning.
Oh, God, Tommy,
drive like the wind.
Thank you for replying
to our advertisement.
You're not what I expected.
Well...
Well...
I mean you're much
too good-looking.
Private investigators
are short and dumpy.
Wear sensible shoes.
Whereas that hat...
[ Door opens]
Sorry, have we already started?
This is my husband,
Thomas Beresford.
I see.
Well, I just hope you two get
further than the police did.
So you've been in contact
with the police?
Sure.
But as far as the British police
are concerned,
Jane disappeared in France,
so it's France's problem,
and the French
just don't want to know.
Private investigators
are the only way to go,
so when I saw your ad...
ls it now
that you're supposed to ask me
when did I last see my niece?
Y-Yes.
I was about to ask you that.
Two months ago.
She was studying languages
at Cambridge.
She received a scholarship
to go to Paris.
Her parents are deceased,
so I agreed.
I even drove her to the ferry.
If I knew that was going to be
the last time I saw her...
You British have a saying.
“Hindsight's a wonderful thing.“
Do you have children?
Just one.
-[ Spoon clatters ]
- Sorry.
- Excuse me.
- And him.
TOMMY:
Thank you.
Any sugar?
Try Sweeterelle.
It's better for you.
What is it?
JULIUS:
I like to think it's the future.
In its modest way.
TUPPENCE:
Could I just check on something?
You said you reported
Jane missing straightaway,
but the police say
there's no record of that
until she didn't turn up
at Cambridge last week.
That's ridiculous.
I spoke to an Inspector Brown
nearly 10 days ago
and told him the whole story.
Brown, you say?
I think that's it.
Is that relevant?
It could be.
Did you meet him in person?
JULIUS:
No, we spoke on the phone.
Is there something wrong?
The Sweeterelle.
It's delicious, isn't it?
We'll do what we can.
JULIUS:
If you need money, just call.
As you can see, I'm a rich man.
I just want Jane back.
There may be
one or two expenses.
JULIUS:
Anything.
Call me anytime.
I didn't like him.
Really?
I thought he was --
- What?
- Charming.
'Tuppence!
- Aah!
TOMMY:
What the hell?
- Oh, God.
- He could have killed you.
TUPPENCE: You don't think
that was a warning, do you?
From Brown?
Come on.
TUPPENCE:
Well, this is Sidney Street.
What number did the letter say?
TOMMY:
It didn't.
Are you Mrs. Beresford?
Yes.
This is for you.
Wait a minute.
Where's he gone?
No name, no marking.
Do you think whoever sent this
was scared off as well?
Let me see that.
[Ticking ]
Smell.
It smells like an envelope.
I've got a friend
that I met during the war.
He works near here.
He should see this.
Whose imagination
is running away with them now?
If it was a bomb, it would tick.
It does.
There we go.
Ah, ah, James.
Patience.
Brace yourselves.
Here we go.
3...2...1.
[ Bell rings]
Ah.
Sorry, chaps.
Run along.
'Sir!
'Sir!
Sorry. Sorry.
You'll get over it, Daniel.
Go and run around the field
or something.
Go. Go, go, go!
Shoo, shoo!
Tommy!
I told you we'd meet again.
How do you like this, huh?
All those years defusing bombs,
and now I get to blow things up.
The boys must love you.
I take a few risks,
burn my eyebrows occasionally.
They seem to like that.
TOMMY:
This is my wife, Tuppence.
ALBERT:
Pleased to meet you.
Hello.
We met in the hospital wing.
Oh.
Injured together.
You never forget that.
Were you hit by the catering van
as well?
No.
I was in the front line.
But the catering van was
no small beast
and driven by a maniac.
Tommy -- Tommy was very brave.
TUPPENCE:
I'm sure he was.
Could you take a look at this?
[Ticking ]
Hmm.
Tighten the other side,
would you?
This damn hand.
It's good.
Oh, my goodness, Tommy.
Are you all right?
I mean, that was quite a bang!
There's no need to be sarcastic,
Tuppence.
Sarcastic?
Never.
“To Jane,
with all my love, Julius.“
Did she have a watch
when she went missing?
I can't remember.
TUPPENCE:
Julius.
Must be Uncle Julius,
don't you think?
- ALBERT: What about these?
- TOMMY: What?
Well, we have a dark room here.
Tommy.
Would you?
TOMMY:
Dominic Villiers.
The man on the train.
Why have we been sent this?
Life as a teacher
doesn't quite do it
the way that my war work did.
If you've found yourself
an adventure,
then it would be unsporting
of you not to share it.
I'm still perfectly capable.
TUPPENCE:
Jane and Dominic Villiers.
Good grief.
What?
Look
It's us.
They know all about us.
Right.
They probably know
where we live,
who we are.
Oh, God, Tommy.
What if they get to George?
I don't know, Tuppence.
I don't like this any more
than you do.
It's more than a warning
this time.
Sending a motorcyclist
is one thing,
but this --
It's a command.
It's back off or else.
Ow!
What did you do that for?
That car, did you notice it
behind us before?
- What car?
- There.
I think I saw it
when we left the school.
Oh, heck.
Don't jump to conclusions.
Don't tell me.
Lots of cars that look like that
probably drive around
this neighborhood
all the time.
Don't do that.
Oh, Tommy, what have we got
ourselves into?
- You got us into it.
- No, I didn't!
We need to do something.
- Well, what?
- Let's call Carter.
CARTER: Well, you two wandered
out of your depth.
If I had my doubts
about the pair of you,
it turns out
they were justified.
Where was my report?
Where was my phone call?
Where was telling me
what the hell you were doing?
- We're terribly sorry.
- Oh.
Oh, sorry?
As it happens, Tommy,
Albert Pemberton still does
the odd bit of work for us.
Did you think
the British government
would lose an asset like that?
Okay,
we've stuck him in a school
and he's got a piece of wood
for an arm,
but...
he still has his uses.
You have no training.
You have to remember that.
And very little common sense
it seems.
Be under no illusion.
Mr. Brown is no small adversary.
If you were to get close
to finding Jane Finn,
then your lives
would certainly be in danger.
Now, I understand
you were sent her fob watch,
which I will pass on to my
technicians on the third floor.
Yes, Albert sent it to me.
Right.
Let's hope there are some
fingerprints left on it.
Of course, Major.
There was nothing else in the
envelope, just the watch?
Yes.
I mean, no.
Just that.
tuppence?
Absolutely.
Right.
Right, well,
let's get some cakes.
Albert didn't mention
the photographs.
Neither did you.
Yes, but why keep it a secret
from Carter?
It doesn't make sense.
If Albert is working for Carter,
why not tell him
the whole story?
Because I happen to think
you have got a better chance
of finding Jane Finn
than Carter and his team,
but you need some help.
I let myself in.
I hope you don't mind.
We're a team now,
the three of us.
Do we have any choice?
Not really.
Have you got anything to eat?
Only, I'm starving.
Of course.
ALBERT: School dinners
at that place are dreadful.
TOMMY:
Clearly.
[Whirring ]
Ahh.
Oh, yes, it moves.
I invented it myself.
One day,
I'll take it off and show you.
That's very impressive.
The reds these days
are full of fancy gadgets.
Exploding pencils, umbrellas
with poison in the tip.
Firstly, I think you were
bystanders in that photo.
Look at the background
in all of the pictures.
TUPPENCE: There's the man
with the birthmark.
- The one who was chasing us.
- Where?
There.
And there he is again.
So, he was on the train.
There's something else.
Go on.
The woman he is with.
ALBERT:
Exactly!
If you could just bring
that photo here for me.
She's behind you
on the platform, yes?
Yeah.
She's communicating
with the man with the birthmark
on the Champs-Elysées.
And in the café.
In the café, there again.
Only, this time,
there is a monogram
on her luggage
with the initials R.V.
Rita.
They mentioned a Rita.
And the bill from the hotel?
Urn, Vande-- Um...
- Vandemeyer?
- Vandemeyer.
Rita Vandemeyer.
Could that be it?
Whoever sent this photo has
given you a way into the gang.
This Rita could lead you
to the missing girl.
[Opera music playing ]
RITA:
Yes, I know what you said.
Yes, it's all set.
I've got it hidden.
TOMMY:
But what's an opera singer doing
getting mixed up in all this?
TUPPENCE:
I don't know.
Let's hope she hasn't already
found someone.
Stop it.
Stop what?
It's just a wig and some makeup.
We're trying to find
a missing girl, remember.
The recording
that identifies Brown.
- Well, it's just --
- What?
Well,
I'm not quite sure of the word.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I should think it quite, um...
Well, you know,
anytime you wanted to --
- Stop it.
- Sorry.
[ Door closes ]
[ Gasps ]
That's him.
That's the man
who offered me a job.
What?!
Ah, for...
See?
Drawing pin in a tire,
works every time.
Another trick from a book?
At least I read my books, Tommy.
All right.
Well, wish me luck.
And me?
TOMMY:
You were born to play the part.
And anytime you want to play
the part at home --
Tommy, stop it.
Sorry.
TUPPENCE:
Follow him, Tommy.
Stay close to him.
[Opera music playing ]
[ Doorbell rings]
Yes?
Kelly Lyon, Mrs. Vandemeyer.
I saw downstairs
you are looking for a maid.
Can you type?
Of course I can.
Only, the last girl
was too slow.
40 words a minute
or you're out on your ear.
Don't step on the carpet.
It's original Persian.
- Mind your feet.
- Sorry.
My memoirs.
Well, don't look so astounded.
Principal Soprano Royal Opera
House for seven seasons.
1932-1933
right up until the war.
I sang “Madame Butterfly“
in front of the king.
Paris, Berlin.
And now again, here in London.
You'd better get a pencil.
I want to get it ready.
So that after
my next performance --
Well, the world wakes up.
Weary but resplendent,
one evening,
I emerged from my dressing room
to find a rowdy
group of German fans
clamoring for my autograph.
"Rita, Rita," they called.
They begged me to speak to them
for a while.
Of course
I was in an awful rush.
I was due at a birthday party
for an up-and-coming
German politician
who shall remain nameless.
But I have always made time
for those with the good sense
to adore me.
[ Rita singing scales]
[ Doorbell rings]
MAN:
What?
I'm here to meet
the Spanish cousin.
Can I help you?
Ah, just browsing.
[ Doorbell rings]
MAN:
What?
I'm here to meet
the Spanish cousin.
[ Gasps ]
RITA: Mind you don't put
your elbows on the table.
I've just had it polished.
If you see a fly,
get it with the swat.
Finished the chapter yet?
[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations]
[ Knock on door]
[ Door opens, slams]
[ Laughter]
Shh.
[ Chuckles ]
Shh.
Please, please.
Let go of my jacket, please.
Please.
Thank you.
Hang on a minute.
You aren't Drennan, are you?
Drennan?
I'm right, aren't I?
They said you were
some sort of bigwig.
No wonder you weren't into this.
Look, I didn't offend you
or anything, did I?
Oh, no, no.
Of course not.
ANNETTE:
They're waiting upstairs.
[ Door closes ]
[indistinct arguing]
RITA:
Don't treat me like this.
I will tell Brown.
You tell Brown, eh?
'Cause Brown is relying on you.
So when you sing at that do --
RITA:
I am trustworthy.
Everyone knows that I can do it.
I thought you said
no one was here.
Just some girl
doing some typing.
Hey!
Get the money.
That's the most important thing.
Wait a minute.
Are you a member?
I said, are you a member?
This is a members-only club.
Yes, I'm a member.
CONRAD:
Well, I've never met you before.
LUCKY:
Come here!
Get Whittington.
I think we've got someone here
who doesn't belong.
LUCKY:
Hang on a minute.
Haven't we met before?
I wish we had a few francs
for a porter.
Well, I'd help
if I had a spare hand.
That bloody thing.
You won't say that
when it makes our million.
No, I won't.
I'll be chasing flying pigs.
What was that, dear?
Nothing, sweetheart.
TOMMY:
Here we are.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
[Grunts]
[Train whistle blows]
Now, what do you thinks
less bumpy,
by the window or on the aisle?
[ Sighs ]
It's an insect.
I don't mean to be funny,
but it is basically an insect.
A very valuable insect.
And me?
You're my wife.
[ Buzzing ]
Careful!
Sorry.
It's a bit precious.
Where are you going?
Calais, then London.
Like us.
Are you looking for someone?
No.
I wondered what the time was,
that's all.
Sometimes
this train leaves late.
It's ten past 3:00.
Perfect then.
[ Buzzing ]
Are you interested in bees?
Oh, don't, Tommy.
Why not?
She might be. You never know.
- My husband is an enthusiast.
- And a businessman.
People don't really think about
honey.
They just plaster it on
their bread in the morning,
but the biology that goes on
behind it is...
Take a look.
[ Buzzing ]
That's a pedigree queen
if ever I saw one.
She wants to get out.
TOMMY: Ah, it's just until
I get her home.
I can't drag her along
on a lead all day, now, can I?
No, I suppose not.
Plenty people don't know
about queens.
For example ..
Actually,
I need to go to the buffet.
Please excuse me.
Of course.
[Train whistle blows]
Something's up with that girl.
Did you see the look
on her face?
Are there any sandwiches?
I thought I was followed
onto the train.
- And were you?
- I don't know.
There was a man at Pigalle
and just now on the platform.
I can't do this.
I only said I could
because I felt bad
and you said you were in danger.
Someone is trying to kill me,
Jane.
All I'm asking is you carry
a package to London.
TUPPENCE:
[Scoffs]
TOMMY:
What are you looking for?
You're being very nosy today,
Tuppence.
Steady your nerves
if you have to.
I'll see you in London.
We'll go dancing.
Dominic.
For old times' sake.
Don't.
We had fun, didn't we?
- Jane, go.
- What about you?
Just go.
-[ Screams ]
-[ Train whistle blows]
Good grief, what was that?
Just the noise of the train,
darling.
It's probably nothing.
It didn't sound like nothing.
[Train whistle blows]
What's going on?
[Pounding on door]
You read
too many detective novels.
You know that.
Nonsense.
TOMMY: You hear
the slightest noise on a train,
and you think catastrophe,
murder, mayhem.
You should read the paper more.
[Gunshot]
[ Exclaiming ]
Well, what about that girl?
Do you think she's coming back?
[Whistle blows]
Tuppence.
At least we know her name.
Jane Finn.
[ Buzzing ]
[Thunder crashes]
Nothing.
Two weeks and not a word of it
in your beloved British press.
You have to let it go.
Something happened.
Why else were we moved onto
a new train, no explanation?
Leave it to the police,
Tuppence.
I would if I thought
the police were doing anything,
if I thought they were
the least bit interested.
And what did happen
to that girl?
I'm sure she turned up somewhere
sooner or later.
Maybe I should just phone
that inspector again.
I wish you'd put your energy
into our actual business.
Could you move over?
No.
Watch Tiffin 'cause she just...
I am watching Tiffin.
Oh, Tommy, there isn't room.
Ow!
[ Doorbell ringing ]
[Tiffin barking ]
I do put my energy
into our business.
I painted the signs,
and I put up the hives.
Would you answer the door?
GEORGE: Mum?
It'll be the postman
with a pile of bills.
GEORGE: Dad?
Why can't you look
on the bright side?
It might be an order.
Might be someone asking
for a tonne of honey.
Oh, Tommy, it's too early
for rampant optimism.
Rampant something would be nice.
[ Mail slot rattles]
What does it mean
when the ink is red?
Have you packed your trunk?
Chin up.
Back soon.
-[ Barking ]
- Tiffin!
Tiffin!
Tiffin, get away from the hives!
Tiffin!
Tiffin, how many times
have I told you?
- Here you are, darling.
- Thank you.
I found these in the bin.
We need a steady income, Tommy.
I'm doing everything
that the book says.
We were conned.
We went all the way to France
for that queen.
There'll be honey,
won't there, George?
TUPPENCE:
Don't bring George into this.
He's going back to school.
Dad hasn't read the book.
The bee book.
He hasn't read it.
I have read the book.
Of course I've read the book.
Now, Tuppence, don't think
I haven't read the book.
Thanks for the tip, darling.
Take care.
And write to us.
Every week.
Tell me when we get rich.
[ Chuckles ]
Thank you, Roger.
GEORGE: Hello, Frasier. Which
class are you in this year?
ROGER: No trouble, Tom.
Hold tight, boys.
Bye.
I can't believe
you haven't read that book.
I told you. I have.
Every Page-
You can't believe
what George tells you.
[Sighs]
You need to get a job, Tommy.
Uncle Carter is bound
to have something, Tommy.
He's an army man, and I'm sure
he's looking for help.
Just remember, sit up straight
and don't interrupt him.
[ Typewriter clacking ]
[Sighs]
[Whistle blows]
-[ Gunshot ]
-[ Scream ]
[Train whistle blowing ]
[Telephone rings]
CARTER:
Send him in, please.
Major Carter will see you now.
[ Radio broadcasting
cricket game ]
[ Door opens]
[ Cheers and applause]
Oh, sublime!
[ Chuckles ]
The Aussies might try,
but you can't beat an Englishman
with a cricket bat.
Are you following?
No, I...
ls something up?
I've changed departments.
Still army but with a spin.
All of us on the third floor,
we don't exist.
Do you know what that means?
Hush-hush?
Keeping the communists out.
That's what it means.
Doing our damnedest to keep
the dirty reds over there.
They're calling it a cold war.
Ah.
It's dangerous work, secretive.
Precise.
Honorable.
And, yes, yes, at times,
like poetry.
But damn it, Tommy.
Just about every endeavor you
embark upon ends in disaster.
Think about school.
University, God!
And the war.
Most men at least make it
as far as the barracks.
My nephew gets off the train and
is run over by a catering van.
It was going fast.
You're a stay-at-home man.
You're a slippers and paper man,
hmm?
I wish I could offer you
a position, but I'm sorry.
The field...
it's not for you.
Thank you.
I'll keep paying George's school
fees, as long as you need.
Goodbye, Uncle.
Don't blame me.
Blame Stalin.
Looking for number 7?
[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations]
[ Barking, growling ]
BOOKIE:
Any more bets?
Any more bets for the 12:30?
Place your bets.
WHITTINGTON:
This Paris mess is a disaster.
And it's going to be down to me
to find a replacement.
Don't tell me.
Brown's ringing in an hour.
Can I help you?
I'd like to put a shilling
on the favorite for the...
12:30.
Catford or Cardiff?
Catford.
[ Radio broadcasting dog race,
men shouting ]
Yep.
We've got a problem.
I don't know where she is.
We can't find her.
How can I cover it up?
A replacement!
I can't just click my fingers
and find one.
Your dog just came in.
What?
Weren't you listening?
Your dog just came in.
Thank you.
You fancy a job?
It's a job like any other.
Only,
it's a lot easier than most.
You take a suitcase.
You get on a train.
You go to an address in Paris.
Paris?
WHITTINGTON: Mm.
Do you like foreign travel?
What do I do when I get there?
WHITTINGTON:
You just live, really.
You take a name
that we give you.
And you go to a flat
that we tell you.
And then you just live.
You just turn the lights on
in the evening.
You put things
in the refrigerator.
You take things
out of the refrigerator.
You sleep on the bed.
You might send the odd letter,
take the odd stroll.
But then six weeks later,
you come home.
Easy.
What name do I take?
WHITTINGTON:
I don't know.
Something common.
Something random.
Something that doesn't attract
a lot of attention.
For instance...
Jane Finn.
That particular name?
WHITTINGTON:
For instance.
And what if I prefer Susan?
Susan Smith.
Much more common.
Look...
I know a woman that's down
on her luck when I see one.
You're not used to places
like this,
people like me.
Take the job.
And live as Susan?
We'd prefer Jane.
Funny, I met a girl
called Jane Finn.
On the train.
Now, isn't that odd?
Did you really?
She left her book
in the carriage...
...and in it, this.
I guess you know him, too.
All right, bitch.
[Whimpering]
Who are you working for?
You're one of Rita's
little mates, I'll bet.
What did she tell you?
Why are you covering up
the disappearance of a girl?
You are in murk
the like of which
you've not encountered
in your short
and protected life, missus.
If this is blackmail...
I'll give you money.
But you better forget
we ever had this conversation.
Or that little hat of yours
might not have a head to sit on.
Aah!
[ Radio playing]
Oi!
You dropped your glove.
Thank you.
What on earth took you so long?
Something terrible has happened.
Come on.
Quickly.
Waterloo.
No, not there.
We need to shake him off first.
Who?
Him.
TOMMY: Who is he?
What's going on?
TUPPENCE:
Here, here.
Pull over.
Get out, Tommy.
Go on! Go on!
There we are.
Keep the change.
- Come on, Tommy!
- What the hell are we doing?
- Kiss me.
- What? Here?
Kiss me!
Come on.
Where did you learn all this?
John Buchan, Conan Doyle,
Dorothy L. Sayers.
Books.
And boarding school.
Dodging the housemistress.
MAN:
Yes, madam.
Two whiskeys, please.
Are you going to tell me
what's going on?
Jane Finn.
That's what's going on.
The missing girl.
I knew there was more to it.
What's that?
Proof that I wasn't wrong.
MAN:
There you go, madam.
And the means to buy a new hat.
Ooh.
Ahh.
All you need to do
is go in and make a bet.
Just see
if you overhear anything.
And then what?
Well, we'll go to the police,
of course. They'll listen then.
The more evidence we have,
the better.
Locked.
Now, isn't that odd?
Go on.
-[ Board clatters]
- Shh!
[ Radio broadcasting dog race ]
Aah!
Okay, this is where we leave it.
We walk back
to the police station,
you tell them what you told me,
and we go back to our lives.
Well, aren't you just
a little bit curious?
There's nothing here, Tuppence,
so even if I was curious...
No. No.
That is where you are wrong.
There's a man called Brown, and
there is a woman called Rita.
He thought I worked for her.
This is London.
There must be a million
Browns or Ritas.
There's also this.
TOMMY: What is it?
A shopping list?
TUPPENCE: It's bill
in the name of Vandemeyer
for a Paris hotel.
Give me that.
TUPPENCE:
Why, Mr. Beresford,
I do believe your pulse
has quickened just a little.
Someone called Vandemeyer stayed
at the Hotel du Marbre, Paris,
the day before Jane
disappeared.
Watch the table.
Don't you think
that's significant?
TOMMY:
Significant in what respect?
They are soup spoons, Tuppence.
We need desert spoons.
[Pounding]
And why ask me to pretend to be
a woman that's missing?
- That doesn't make sense.
- Onion.
Unless...
Unless they're setting a trap
for someone.
- Carrot.
- But who?
- That's the question.
- Parsley.
That's chives, Tuppence.
Even you must know
the difference.
Of course.
I'm forgetting.
The gun.
There was a gunshot.
Can we just try and keep
our imagination under control
for one evening?
I'm perfectly under control,
but if he will invite himself
to dinner,
then the least he can do
is listen.
[ Doorbell rings]
[ Barking ]
Look. No.
Wait. Wait.
[ Doorbell rings]
[ Barking ]
Who needs a stinking job?
Ah.
This is for George.
TOMMY:
Oh, thank you.
It'll need to be broken in.
- Hello.
- Hello. Come in.
TOMMY:
Come in.
CARTER:
Jane Finn?
You're sure he said
that particular name?
TUPPENCE:
I'm absolutely sure.
You couldn't have confused it
with perhaps Janet or Julia?
Quite certain.
Well, uh...
You need --
You need to forget all about it.
Put it -- Put it right
out of your mind altogether.
Well, at least tell us
what you suspect.
Abduction?
Murder?
Thank you so much for dinner.
It was...
No, I couldn't possibly.
It's all --
lt's all hush-hush.
That's what it is.
TUPPENCE:
That's a pity.
It's about to be rather more
loud-loud.
You tell him, Tommy.
We just put an advertisement
in the paper.
You did what?
TUPPENCE:
“The Times.“
Asking for any information
regarding the disappearance
of Jane Finn.
CARTER:
Yes.
Yes, of course.
[ Man speaking over telephone]
Tomorrow.
- Move.
- You're on my toe.
CARTER: Well, how do you think
I feel about it'?
No.
I trust them completely.
If you think that's necessary.
Oh, for God's sake,
say something.
You're making us feel like
naughty schoolchildren.
Jane Finn was just
an innocent girl,
caught up in something
rather sinister.
Look if I explain,
then there's no turning back.
You have to be certain.
At this very moment,
a top Soviet agent
is here in Britain.
A political assassin
suspected of many killings.
An assassin!
I should sit down.
Do I need a pencil?
Sit down.
CARTER:
We don't know his identity.
No idea who the target is.
All we know is that he likes
to call himself Mr. Brown.
My department got a tip-off
that this Brown
had been activated by Russia
and would be making his move
in the next few weeks.
What do you mean make his move?
Someone in British public life
will be found dead.
Oh, my goodness.
Tommy, are you listening
to all of this?
CARTER: The man shot on
the train was Dominic Villiers.
He was a member of my department
working undercover in Europe.
Two weeks ago,
he sent me a coded message
saying he was coming
back to London
with a tape recording
which he thought might reveal
Brown's identity.
It looks as though
that message was intercepted
because poor Villiers
was shot dead.
And the recording?
CARTER:
We're not sure.
Is this where Jane Finn
comes in?
CARTER: Yes. She was
on the train with Villiers.
They met in Paris and, uh...
Well, they became friends
it seems.
So, the question is --
Did he pass the recording
to Jane before he was killed?
And if so, where is she now?
CARTER:
Do you know, Tommy,
you're rather good at this.
Not bad for a pipe
and slippers man, eh?
Might Jane have hidden
the recording,
before she disappeared?
Yes.
That's all we can hope for.
Right, what we're going to do
is this.
You've already put an
advertisement in the newspaper
mentioning Jane's disappearance.
But we can't do anything
about that. That's done.
But I want to know everything
about anyone who answers.
What they say,
what they look like.
Everything.
You understand?
You're working for me now.
But you have to be careful.
This Brown is a pretty
unpleasant character,
and he's clever.
So your job is to observe,
that's all.
If you feel
you're in any danger,
then you report
to this telephone number.
379.
Say it now.
-379.
-379.
CARTER:
You memorize it.
And if things get bad,
there can be no police.
You're on your own.
And the code word
is "200 all out."
If anyone uses that phrase,
then -- then they're safe.
Cricket.
CARTER:
What?
Oh, yes, yes.
This is a cold war
we're fighting now.
Don't let me down.
TUPPENCE:
Well, how about that?
Reading books and doing this
are quite different, Tuppence.
TUPPENCE:
Nonsense.
It's just meeting a few people.
And what would you
rather be doing?
Feeding the bees?
Walking the dog?
Making jam to send to George?
A secret assassin.
A missing girl.
A communist plot.
Don't you think we were born
for this kind of thing?
[Clink]
Two replies!
From Jane's uncle,
a Mr. Hersheimmer.
He wants to meet at the Ritz.
The other is unsigned,
but wants to meet us
on Sidney Street.
Well, I can guess
where we'll be going first.
But both meetings are today.
This morning.
Oh, God, Tommy,
drive like the wind.
Thank you for replying
to our advertisement.
You're not what I expected.
Well...
Well...
I mean you're much
too good-looking.
Private investigators
are short and dumpy.
Wear sensible shoes.
Whereas that hat...
[ Door opens]
Sorry, have we already started?
This is my husband,
Thomas Beresford.
I see.
Well, I just hope you two get
further than the police did.
So you've been in contact
with the police?
Sure.
But as far as the British police
are concerned,
Jane disappeared in France,
so it's France's problem,
and the French
just don't want to know.
Private investigators
are the only way to go,
so when I saw your ad...
ls it now
that you're supposed to ask me
when did I last see my niece?
Y-Yes.
I was about to ask you that.
Two months ago.
She was studying languages
at Cambridge.
She received a scholarship
to go to Paris.
Her parents are deceased,
so I agreed.
I even drove her to the ferry.
If I knew that was going to be
the last time I saw her...
You British have a saying.
“Hindsight's a wonderful thing.“
Do you have children?
Just one.
-[ Spoon clatters ]
- Sorry.
- Excuse me.
- And him.
TOMMY:
Thank you.
Any sugar?
Try Sweeterelle.
It's better for you.
What is it?
JULIUS:
I like to think it's the future.
In its modest way.
TUPPENCE:
Could I just check on something?
You said you reported
Jane missing straightaway,
but the police say
there's no record of that
until she didn't turn up
at Cambridge last week.
That's ridiculous.
I spoke to an Inspector Brown
nearly 10 days ago
and told him the whole story.
Brown, you say?
I think that's it.
Is that relevant?
It could be.
Did you meet him in person?
JULIUS:
No, we spoke on the phone.
Is there something wrong?
The Sweeterelle.
It's delicious, isn't it?
We'll do what we can.
JULIUS:
If you need money, just call.
As you can see, I'm a rich man.
I just want Jane back.
There may be
one or two expenses.
JULIUS:
Anything.
Call me anytime.
I didn't like him.
Really?
I thought he was --
- What?
- Charming.
'Tuppence!
- Aah!
TOMMY:
What the hell?
- Oh, God.
- He could have killed you.
TUPPENCE: You don't think
that was a warning, do you?
From Brown?
Come on.
TUPPENCE:
Well, this is Sidney Street.
What number did the letter say?
TOMMY:
It didn't.
Are you Mrs. Beresford?
Yes.
This is for you.
Wait a minute.
Where's he gone?
No name, no marking.
Do you think whoever sent this
was scared off as well?
Let me see that.
[Ticking ]
Smell.
It smells like an envelope.
I've got a friend
that I met during the war.
He works near here.
He should see this.
Whose imagination
is running away with them now?
If it was a bomb, it would tick.
It does.
There we go.
Ah, ah, James.
Patience.
Brace yourselves.
Here we go.
3...2...1.
[ Bell rings]
Ah.
Sorry, chaps.
Run along.
'Sir!
'Sir!
Sorry. Sorry.
You'll get over it, Daniel.
Go and run around the field
or something.
Go. Go, go, go!
Shoo, shoo!
Tommy!
I told you we'd meet again.
How do you like this, huh?
All those years defusing bombs,
and now I get to blow things up.
The boys must love you.
I take a few risks,
burn my eyebrows occasionally.
They seem to like that.
TOMMY:
This is my wife, Tuppence.
ALBERT:
Pleased to meet you.
Hello.
We met in the hospital wing.
Oh.
Injured together.
You never forget that.
Were you hit by the catering van
as well?
No.
I was in the front line.
But the catering van was
no small beast
and driven by a maniac.
Tommy -- Tommy was very brave.
TUPPENCE:
I'm sure he was.
Could you take a look at this?
[Ticking ]
Hmm.
Tighten the other side,
would you?
This damn hand.
It's good.
Oh, my goodness, Tommy.
Are you all right?
I mean, that was quite a bang!
There's no need to be sarcastic,
Tuppence.
Sarcastic?
Never.
“To Jane,
with all my love, Julius.“
Did she have a watch
when she went missing?
I can't remember.
TUPPENCE:
Julius.
Must be Uncle Julius,
don't you think?
- ALBERT: What about these?
- TOMMY: What?
Well, we have a dark room here.
Tommy.
Would you?
TOMMY:
Dominic Villiers.
The man on the train.
Why have we been sent this?
Life as a teacher
doesn't quite do it
the way that my war work did.
If you've found yourself
an adventure,
then it would be unsporting
of you not to share it.
I'm still perfectly capable.
TUPPENCE:
Jane and Dominic Villiers.
Good grief.
What?
Look
It's us.
They know all about us.
Right.
They probably know
where we live,
who we are.
Oh, God, Tommy.
What if they get to George?
I don't know, Tuppence.
I don't like this any more
than you do.
It's more than a warning
this time.
Sending a motorcyclist
is one thing,
but this --
It's a command.
It's back off or else.
Ow!
What did you do that for?
That car, did you notice it
behind us before?
- What car?
- There.
I think I saw it
when we left the school.
Oh, heck.
Don't jump to conclusions.
Don't tell me.
Lots of cars that look like that
probably drive around
this neighborhood
all the time.
Don't do that.
Oh, Tommy, what have we got
ourselves into?
- You got us into it.
- No, I didn't!
We need to do something.
- Well, what?
- Let's call Carter.
CARTER: Well, you two wandered
out of your depth.
If I had my doubts
about the pair of you,
it turns out
they were justified.
Where was my report?
Where was my phone call?
Where was telling me
what the hell you were doing?
- We're terribly sorry.
- Oh.
Oh, sorry?
As it happens, Tommy,
Albert Pemberton still does
the odd bit of work for us.
Did you think
the British government
would lose an asset like that?
Okay,
we've stuck him in a school
and he's got a piece of wood
for an arm,
but...
he still has his uses.
You have no training.
You have to remember that.
And very little common sense
it seems.
Be under no illusion.
Mr. Brown is no small adversary.
If you were to get close
to finding Jane Finn,
then your lives
would certainly be in danger.
Now, I understand
you were sent her fob watch,
which I will pass on to my
technicians on the third floor.
Yes, Albert sent it to me.
Right.
Let's hope there are some
fingerprints left on it.
Of course, Major.
There was nothing else in the
envelope, just the watch?
Yes.
I mean, no.
Just that.
tuppence?
Absolutely.
Right.
Right, well,
let's get some cakes.
Albert didn't mention
the photographs.
Neither did you.
Yes, but why keep it a secret
from Carter?
It doesn't make sense.
If Albert is working for Carter,
why not tell him
the whole story?
Because I happen to think
you have got a better chance
of finding Jane Finn
than Carter and his team,
but you need some help.
I let myself in.
I hope you don't mind.
We're a team now,
the three of us.
Do we have any choice?
Not really.
Have you got anything to eat?
Only, I'm starving.
Of course.
ALBERT: School dinners
at that place are dreadful.
TOMMY:
Clearly.
[Whirring ]
Ahh.
Oh, yes, it moves.
I invented it myself.
One day,
I'll take it off and show you.
That's very impressive.
The reds these days
are full of fancy gadgets.
Exploding pencils, umbrellas
with poison in the tip.
Firstly, I think you were
bystanders in that photo.
Look at the background
in all of the pictures.
TUPPENCE: There's the man
with the birthmark.
- The one who was chasing us.
- Where?
There.
And there he is again.
So, he was on the train.
There's something else.
Go on.
The woman he is with.
ALBERT:
Exactly!
If you could just bring
that photo here for me.
She's behind you
on the platform, yes?
Yeah.
She's communicating
with the man with the birthmark
on the Champs-Elysées.
And in the café.
In the café, there again.
Only, this time,
there is a monogram
on her luggage
with the initials R.V.
Rita.
They mentioned a Rita.
And the bill from the hotel?
Urn, Vande-- Um...
- Vandemeyer?
- Vandemeyer.
Rita Vandemeyer.
Could that be it?
Whoever sent this photo has
given you a way into the gang.
This Rita could lead you
to the missing girl.
[Opera music playing ]
RITA:
Yes, I know what you said.
Yes, it's all set.
I've got it hidden.
TOMMY:
But what's an opera singer doing
getting mixed up in all this?
TUPPENCE:
I don't know.
Let's hope she hasn't already
found someone.
Stop it.
Stop what?
It's just a wig and some makeup.
We're trying to find
a missing girl, remember.
The recording
that identifies Brown.
- Well, it's just --
- What?
Well,
I'm not quite sure of the word.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I should think it quite, um...
Well, you know,
anytime you wanted to --
- Stop it.
- Sorry.
[ Door closes ]
[ Gasps ]
That's him.
That's the man
who offered me a job.
What?!
Ah, for...
See?
Drawing pin in a tire,
works every time.
Another trick from a book?
At least I read my books, Tommy.
All right.
Well, wish me luck.
And me?
TOMMY:
You were born to play the part.
And anytime you want to play
the part at home --
Tommy, stop it.
Sorry.
TUPPENCE:
Follow him, Tommy.
Stay close to him.
[Opera music playing ]
[ Doorbell rings]
Yes?
Kelly Lyon, Mrs. Vandemeyer.
I saw downstairs
you are looking for a maid.
Can you type?
Of course I can.
Only, the last girl
was too slow.
40 words a minute
or you're out on your ear.
Don't step on the carpet.
It's original Persian.
- Mind your feet.
- Sorry.
My memoirs.
Well, don't look so astounded.
Principal Soprano Royal Opera
House for seven seasons.
1932-1933
right up until the war.
I sang “Madame Butterfly“
in front of the king.
Paris, Berlin.
And now again, here in London.
You'd better get a pencil.
I want to get it ready.
So that after
my next performance --
Well, the world wakes up.
Weary but resplendent,
one evening,
I emerged from my dressing room
to find a rowdy
group of German fans
clamoring for my autograph.
"Rita, Rita," they called.
They begged me to speak to them
for a while.
Of course
I was in an awful rush.
I was due at a birthday party
for an up-and-coming
German politician
who shall remain nameless.
But I have always made time
for those with the good sense
to adore me.
[ Rita singing scales]
[ Doorbell rings]
MAN:
What?
I'm here to meet
the Spanish cousin.
Can I help you?
Ah, just browsing.
[ Doorbell rings]
MAN:
What?
I'm here to meet
the Spanish cousin.
[ Gasps ]
RITA: Mind you don't put
your elbows on the table.
I've just had it polished.
If you see a fly,
get it with the swat.
Finished the chapter yet?
[ Laughter,
indistinct conversations]
[ Knock on door]
[ Door opens, slams]
[ Laughter]
Shh.
[ Chuckles ]
Shh.
Please, please.
Let go of my jacket, please.
Please.
Thank you.
Hang on a minute.
You aren't Drennan, are you?
Drennan?
I'm right, aren't I?
They said you were
some sort of bigwig.
No wonder you weren't into this.
Look, I didn't offend you
or anything, did I?
Oh, no, no.
Of course not.
ANNETTE:
They're waiting upstairs.
[ Door closes ]
[indistinct arguing]
RITA:
Don't treat me like this.
I will tell Brown.
You tell Brown, eh?
'Cause Brown is relying on you.
So when you sing at that do --
RITA:
I am trustworthy.
Everyone knows that I can do it.
I thought you said
no one was here.
Just some girl
doing some typing.
Hey!
Get the money.
That's the most important thing.
Wait a minute.
Are you a member?
I said, are you a member?
This is a members-only club.
Yes, I'm a member.
CONRAD:
Well, I've never met you before.
LUCKY:
Come here!
Get Whittington.
I think we've got someone here
who doesn't belong.
LUCKY:
Hang on a minute.
Haven't we met before?