Prison Break (2005–2017): Season 5, Episode 7 - Wine Dark Sea - full transcript

Sara fears for her family's safety when she discovers the reason why Michael faked his death; Sucre helps Michael and Lincoln find a way home; Poseidon's true identity is revealed.

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[ Announcer: ]
"Mr Denning Drives North."

"John Mills as Tom Denning."

"Phyllis Calvert as Kay Denning."

"With Sam Wanamaker, Herbert Lom,
Raymond Huntley, Russell Walters."

"Peter Jackson, Bernard Lee."

"Wilfred Hyde White, Michael Shepley."

"Ronald Adam and Eileen Moore."

"Mr Denning Drives North".

Well, gentlemen of the jury,
have you reached a verdict?

We most certainly have.

How say you?



Is the prisoner in the dock
guilty or not-guilty?

Guilty.

Oh no .. no.

Kay .. help me, Kay.

Thomas Denning.

You have been found guilty
of the crime of murder.

And I may say that I entirely
agree with the verdict.

By the way, no recommendation
for mercy, of course.

Mercy?

Any recommendation for mercy?

Mercy?

Mercy?

Suppose I told you that Liz
has already been with me.

Alright, alright. Get on with it!



Thomas Denning.

I order that you be taken
to a place of execution.

And that you will be there hanged
by the neck until you are dead.

No .. no, please.

I won't go.

Do you hear me? I won't go!

Mr Denning,

You really must try not to interrupt.

I'll fight, do you hear me?
I'll fight. I won't go.

I'll fight. Do you hear me? I won't go.

I'll fight. I won't go. I'll fight!

I won't go!
─ Oh yes you will.

I'll fight. Do you hear me?

I'll fight!
─ Darling. It's alright.

Oh, darling.
─ Kay.

You had it bad that time,
didn't you darling.

It's alright. Lie down, darling.

Hello. What's all the hurry?

I'm going to have a showdown.
─ Now, where have I heard that before?

Do you know what Mr Denning's delay
with the landing gear has cost to date?

I'm Works Manger, not a pen-pusher.

Well, I'm chief accountant here, and
I can't have costs piling up like this.

He'll either pass that design or else.
─ Or else what?

I'll do the talking.

Hello, Mr Wright.
─ Good afternoon, Mrs Denning.

Hello Harry.
─ Good afternoon, Kay.

I rather think Tom's gone home.
─ Already?

Well, it will have to be
tomorrow. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

The evening paper, sir.

The paper, sir.

Huh?

Oh .. thanks.

Alright, Wilson.

Leave those please.

Very good, sir.

[ Radio: ]
"Local showers and bright intervals."

"That is the end of the
weather forecast."

"The six o'clock news will
follow in one minute's time."

"Now here is a Police message."

There was an accident at the corner of
Palace Gate and High Street Kensington."

"Last Monday at
8 o'clock in the morning."

"Between a motorcycle and a lorry."

"The cyclist received injuries
from which he has since died."

Tom.

Is Liz back?

Liz?

Oh, darling. You'll have
to think up some excuse.

Oh, good heavens.

I've been to the works to pick you up.
We were to have met the plane.

I know. I'm sorry, I forgot.

That must be Liz now.

Darling .. pull yourself together.

Liz .. darling.

Oh mummy, how wonderful to see you.

You look wonderful.

Hello. Why didn't you meet the plane?

Hello, Liz.

Hello, daddy.

Oh, daddy!

Well, you look older.

I am older. I'm nineteen.
─ One foot in the grave.

You've just got time to change before
dinner. Come along, I'll run your bath.

Go on, go and wash your neck.

Are you alright, Daddy?

Huh? Of course I'm alright. Why?

Well, you look different somehow.

So, you've forgotten what I look
like after two months, that's all.

How was Switzerland?
─ Heaven.

Get over it, Liz?

Daddy, I hate speeches.

So do I. Don't say it.

Just once. I've made up my mind.

I'm sorry for what I said to you.

I was beastly and I didn't
mean a word of it.

Go on. Buzz off and change.

Oh, sorry.

Who are you?

The name is Eddowes.

It rhymes with "meadows".

"Chick" Eddowes?

Yeah, I'm afraid I'm guilty.
─ I've heard your name mentioned.

I can take your coat, sir?
─ Oh, thank you.

Are you staying to dinner?

Yeah, a sort of welcome home dinner
for the kid daughter of the house.

I'm the kid daughter.

Well .. welcome home.

Oh, is Papa in here?

Yes.

Mother, what's wrong with Daddy?

Nothing.

He behaved so oddly last night.

I've never seen him plastered before.

I expect he was celebrating your return.

You know, there is something wrong.

Have you gone broke?

Of course not.

Get on with your breakfast.

Another woman, Mummy?

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.
Really, I am. Of course ..

Goodbye, dear.

What a disgustingly sloppy scene.

I was just telling Mummy
how glad I am to be home.

Yes.

As we're all continental and un-British
this morning, I want to say something.

I love my family very, very much.

Mummy.
─ Back in a minute, darling.

The boot was opened.
─ Yes, darling.

The garage was open. The Police ..

You opened the boot and the garage door.

I opened it?
─ Your nightmares are getting worse.

You walked in your sleep last night.

I don't care what you say. I'm making
an appointment for you to see Dr Faber.

I walked in my sleep.

I opened the boot in my sleep?

For a moment, I was frightened that
you were going to take the car out.

What did I do?

You just opened the boot and seemed
to be looking for something. That's all.

How many times have
I walked in my sleep?

It was the first time, darling.
As far as I know.

As far as you know?

According to my progress chart,
another ten days will see us through.

I tell you, if you delay longer there
will be nothing on the production line.

Then what happens?

Lay off hundreds of men while
you make up your mind?

It's a bit too crowded in
here at the moment.

You just leave me alone for a
bit and I'll give you the answer.

And about time.

What's wrong, Tom?

Nothing .. it's a bit of
a hangover, that's all.

Now .. about this undercarriage.

[ Buzzer ]

"Mrs Denning on the line."

Take it, will you.

Hello, Kay. Tom's a bit busy
at the moment. Can I help?

Yes.

Right-oh.

She's made an appointment
for 3:30 with Dr Faber.

Oh.

Apparently he's a psychiatrist.

Yes, I believe he is.

Now look.

About this undercarriage, I reckon ..

Out with it, Tom. What's on your mind?

Nothing. Nothing. Kay thinks
I'm overworked. That's all.

Overworked, my foot. If you need a
psychiatrist and all his patent drugs ..

Shut up! I'm trying to concentrate.
For heaven's sake, leave me alone.

Sorry, Tom.

Guilty.

Mercy.

Mercy .. mercy.

Who is that maniac?

Where's Tom?

That is Tom.

Here's the spin to end all spins.

Tom .. don't.

Tom.

Darling.

I can't .. I can't.

He's diving again.

Are you alright, Tom?

Yes. Yes, I'm great. I always said
that pylon was dangerous.

Petrol! Get out .. get out quick!

Hurry up.

Get back.

Look out!

Drink, darling?

It might do you good.

Tom.

Darling!

Darling, what is it?

Tell me all about it.

Where are the Wilsons?

There night off. Chick is out with Liz.

Well?

Darling, come on out with it.

It can't be as bad as all that.

You haven't murdered anybody you know.

Well.

That's the whole point.

I have murdered somebody.

You're joking of course.

Yep. Cross my heart.

Aren't you glad that's all it was?

You haven't really?
─ Yes Kay, I have.

Really.

Who did you kill?

A man?

Well.

You remember that ghastly
scene we had with Liz?

That settles it!

And now I'll tell you something, Daddy.

Whenever a man comes within
a mile of me, you scare him off.

You've got a complex about me.

But you've gone too far this time.

I'm going to marry Vic whatever you say.

You are eighteen and underage young
lady, and I won't give my consent.

Very well then. I'm going
away with Vic to live with him.

Until I am of age and I
don't need your consent.

Liz .. don't be a fool.

Darling, this is serious.

You've no idea how serious.

Just read that.

I went to the Embassy yesterday.

To check up on Mr Mados.

They knew him.
─ They had a file full of him.

Blackmailer, white-slaver and
chucked out of the States.

Darling, he's been married twice before.

The last one committed suicide.

Just the sort of son-in-law
we've always wanted.

We must do something.
─ Don't worry, darling.

You keep Liz occupied tomorrow night.

I think I know exactly how
to deal with Mr Mados.

Oh, do come inside, Mr Denning.

Thank you.

How nice of you to come.

It's a very small flat I'm afraid.

Just a pied-a-terre.

But .. what more do I need.

A bathroom, somewhere
to put my clothes and ..

A comfortable bed.

May I mix you a cocktail?

No thanks.

Forgive my conceit, but I
am told I am quite an expert.

I can well believe it but I
don't want one, thank you.

I see.

A cigarette?
─ No thanks.

You know why I'm here, don't you.

Yes, I do.

Forgive my nervousness.

Just like any other young man
meeting his future father-in-law.

Let's cut this short.

I went to your embassy yesterday.

I know all about you, Mados.

Look at this.

Ah, but that was my past.

I've turned over a new leaf
and I'm a good boy now.

Would the adorable Liz love me
so much if that were not so?

You are never to see my
daughter again. Is that clear?

You are forgetting
that .. your daughter.

Very much wants to see me.

Sit down, Mados.

Sit down.

Now, I'm a businessman.

And I'd like to talk.

A little business.
─ Oh?

How would you like to earn the easiest
five hundred pounds you've ever had?

Five hundred pounds? But what for?

Just by writing this letter.

Here you are, you can read it.

Copy it.

Only five hundred?

F0r svch 4 v3ry n1c3 letter?

Or if you'd rather,
I'll get you deported.

Free of charge, of course.

And the envelope.

"I'm leaving for the
continent immediately."

"And getting married to a
woman more my own age."

That's it.

She'll get this in the morning.

If you're still here Mados, I'll
have you run out of the country.

I will not be here.

I will be somewhere on the continent.

As you suggest.

And with me, will be ..

Liz.

She'll never go with you, Mados.

That I promise you.

Suppose I tell you she has
already been with me.

Get up, Mados.

Get up, Mados. We've
got some packing to do.

"Hello? Hello .. number please?"

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

Can I turn your be down?
─ No.

I am busy. Come back later, please.

Goodnight.

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

[ Telephone ]

A silly place to turn.

I was .. just looking to see
how much room I had behind.

No need to turn here, sir.

You can go straight through.
─ Oh, can I?

Oh thanks. I didn't realize.

You'll be alright. I'll give you a hand.

Don't bother.
─ It's alright.

Don't go back any more, sir.
Left hand down a bit.

Hard over.

Thanks. Goodnight.
─ Goodnight.

Something wrong, Officer?
─ You're driving without a rear light.

Really?
─ Yes, really.

Sorry. It's just that I'm astonished.

The light was on when I left. I checked.

Well, it's not on now.

Well, I'll fix it.

It's that wretched loose connection.
It's always going wrong.

There we are. Just temperamental.

Taking your dirty washing home, sir?

Yes.

That's how accidents happen.

Standing in front of the tail light.

You don't want to finish
up a corpse, do you?

No. Thanks, Officer.

Okay, sir.

Thank you.

Goodnight, sir.
─ Goodnight.

When I got back I finished burning
his suitcases and everything else.

Next morning as you know, Liz got
the letter, cried her eyes out ..

We put her on the plane for Switzerland.

And that was the end of the big romance.

I see.

It was only an accident.

Why didn't you just
phone for the Police?

I nearly did.

I remembered just in time.

They'd have wanted to know
why I hit him, wouldn't they?

It would have looked good
in print, that bit about Liz.

I know.

All the same, it would be better than ..

I know, I know, I know.

I've been kicking myself ever since.

Say I lost my head, say I lost
my nerve, say anything you like.

The fact is I didn't phone
the Police and that's that.

I'm sorry, darling.

The ring?

The ring you ..?
─ I won it at a shooting gallery.

I'd never worn the thing and I knew that
neither you nor Liz had ever seen it.

As a fact, I'd forgotten about it myself
until I suddenly saw it in the junk box.

I ..

I wasn't going to tell you this, but ..

But after I'd got
Mados out of his flat ..

I had to bring him back here and ..

Fit him into some old clothes of
mine that couldn't be identified.

I was looking for some cheap studs and
links that couldn't be checked up on.

I suddenly saw the ring.

But putting it on his finger?
I don't see the point in that.

That was my real brainwave.

I saw the description of the unknown
man in the ditch would be so vague ..

That everybody who had anybody missing
would go and try to identify him.

A friend of Mados's might turn up.

Liz might, it she didn't believe
he'd gone to the continent.

So I decided to stick
that ring on his finger.

It wasn't worth anything,
but it was so distinctive ..

The Police would be bound
to broadcast its description:

"The unknown man was wearing a ring with
the design of an eagle in white enamel."

Anybody going to see the
body would be put off.

They'd say it couldn't be Tom or Dick or
Mados. He didn't wear a ring like that.

I could do with a drink.

A drink, Tom?

And you're usually pretty bright.

Tom.

You've forgotten to
ask about the sequel.

The sequel?

Oh, darling.

You don't even realize
there should be a sequel.

The Police? They've found out?

No, they haven't found out.

So I should be able to forget all
about the horrible business.

Why can't I, do you think?

What's been eating into
me all these weeks?

Why do think I've been practically out
of my mind and drinking like a fish?

Because darling,
the sequel to my actions ..

Which I took for granted would
follow, hasn't materialized.

The body in the ditch
hasn't been discovered.

Tom.

I expected somebody to trip over it in
few days or a week at the most.

Then the wheels would have been set
in motion. They'd try to identify it.

An inquest.

A verdict of accident or possibly of
murder if I've tripped up somewhere.

And finally I looked forward most of all
to the body being well and truly buried.

After which I'd be
able to breathe again.

But no body. No inquest. No burial.

With that thing still lying there in the
ditch, I'm right back there with it.

I can cope with the affair being bunged
into a pigeon hole at Scotland Yard.

But what I can't cope with is
the investigation not having started ..

Because the dear boys don't know
there is anything to investigate yet.

Yes, I think I will have a drink.

Perhaps now you've
told me, you'll feel better.

We can talk about it.
It won’t seem so bad.

No. It's worse than ever.

By this time the posts
may have been mended.

The skid-marks may have disappeared.

And now when they find the body there
won't be a trace left of a car accident.

It won't be a hit and run driver they'll
be looking for. It will be a murderer.

And I've an idea they'll take a little
more trouble to find a murderer.

Have the posts been mended?
─ How should I know?

Don't you know whether the skid-marks
are there? Have you been to look?

Good heavens, wild horses
wouldn't drag me back.

You must.

Listen, I know criminals are meant to be
fascinated by the scene of their crime.

But I'm different. That's all.

What are you doing?

Darling, we may be worrying
about absolutely nothing.

The broken posts and the
skid-marks may still be there.

We're going to look.

Kay.
─ Yes?

I'm scared stiff.

So am I.

I'm sure the Police are there, you know.
─ Of course they're not.

What a thing we do. We're
running right into a trap.

We'll drive past quickly the first time.

You watch for the posts.
I'll look for the skid-marks.

Two posts.

They've been mended.

No skid-marks.

Well, that's that.

Did you see any Policemen?

No.

They're in the ditch, maybe.

Tom. Let's go back.

I've got to look.

Darling, what does it
matter? Let's go home.

Keep the engine running.
Be ready to bolt.

Who is that?
─ What is it?

It's not here.

The body is gone.

If I were in America Chick,
would they like me?

Would who like you?
─ Men.

Listen Liz, if you were in America,
you wouldn't have to ask.

Darling.

What does it matter
who is right and wrong?

The important thing is there is no body.

Do you know what that means?
There is no body.

You don't have to worry anymore.

Your nightmares are over. You can
forget the flat, Mados, the ditch.

Nobody connects you with Mados.

Now they never will.

I tell you, he was dead.

Oh Darling, if you're going to be petty.

Petty? Oh ..

Tom, come off your high horse.
You made a mistake, that's all.

After all Darling, you're not a doctor.

I don't have to be a doctor.

I was with that dead body for hours.

Darling somebody will hear you.

I don't care who hears me. It was the
deadest body the world's ever seen.

Just a little louder Darling and
they'll hear you at Scotland Yard.

Tom.

Let's just discuss this quite calmly.

When a person is in a coma.

You know, diabetes.

Ye Gods, diabetes.

Now listen .. suppose.

Just suppose that I'm a complete
halfwit and you're right, shall we.

Okay.

Out from the ditch one
fine day leaps that body ..

With just a sore head, a broken
jaw and a craving for sugar.

Alright. Where is he now?

What's he been up to all this time?

He went back to the flat.

How did all this start?
─ Darling, you asked me.

Hello.

Hello.
─ Hello, Chick.

Are you two fighting?
─ No.

Have you had a nice time?
─ Oh fine.

Oh, you've got lipstick.

Now Tom, Kay. It's not my fault.

Have a drink, Chick.
─ Thanks.

You know, the funny part is that ..

There isn't much she likes about me.
She hates my name, my clothes ..

My car, my accent,

Your job.
─ Even my job, you see.

What's wrong with that?

Even after I've explained in
great detail how important ..

How absolutely fascinating is the
profession of a patents lawyer.

She's not impressed.
─ No?

She wants me to be a district attorney.
She wants me to solve murder cases.

Darlings, what is it? What's happened?

Nothing, darling. Your father has
just mislaid something. That's all.

It rather upset him.

Goodnight.

Come along, Tom.
─ Goodnight.

What have you lost, Daddy?

For the moment, my sense of humour.

Goodnight. Help yourself
to drinks, Chick.

Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight, Einstein.

I forgot to ask you
what your theory was.

In the morning, I propose
to test and prove my theory.

I know exactly what
happened to that body.

And by "body", I mean dead body.

A coma.

It's perfectly obvious what
happened to that body.

It was taken to Ledstone,
as the nearest town ..

To the hospital and
then to the mortuary.

Where it remained while the Police
waited for someone to identify it.

Nobody did of course,
because of that ring.

It was then buried as an unknown person.

We're going to the mortuary.

Tom.

What's the matter?
Don't you like mortuaries?

Yes, but ..

Well this happened ten weeks ago. There
doesn't seem to be any point in it.

There are such things as records.

You can go by yourself.

I shall stay in the car.

Good morning.

Morning.

Is there anybody around who
looks after the mortuary here?

I'm the mortuary attendant.

Oh.

Have a cigarette?

I don't mind.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much, sir.

It's about my brother.

What should I know
about your brother, eh?

He's disappeared.
─ You'd better try the Police.

Yes, I'm going to. But I don't want
any fuss in case I'm wrong.

You see, I've been abroad
for a few months.

I came here to see my
brother who lives in Ledstone.

Well, he wasn't at his lodgings and
hasn't been seen for weeks, so ..

I'm wondering whether anything
has happened to him. You know ..

A car accident, perhaps?

Killed, you mean?
─ Uhuh.

Or perhaps that he might have been
buried without being identified.

Hmm. No relations?

Only me.

No friends?

No, no. He always .. kept pretty
much to himself, you know.

I don't see how I can help you.

Do you .. Keep a
record of bodies that ..

Yes, of course we keep a record
of bodies. What do you think?

I wonder whether I could
have a glance at them?

They're all up at the Police Station.
You'd better ask up there.

Shall I ..
─ What?

Oh would you? Thank you very much, sir.

It saves me getting up.

Do you actually look after
the mortuary yourself?

I do everything.

Well, it must be very interesting work.

Oh yes sir, it is. Very interesting.

If you have the flair, that is.

Yes, I suppose so.

Although I says it that shouldn't.

You could go a long way before you'd
find a better mortuary than mine.

It's what I like to hear. Pride in one's
job. If only the younger generation ..

Would you like to have
a look inside, sir?

Well ..
─ Come along then.

It was built originally as a chapel,
but they hardly ever used it.

It makes a beautiful mortuary though.

Is .. is there anyone in?

Not just at the moment, sir.

Post-mortems.

You .. you attend post-mortems?

Oh yes. I take a professional interest.

They are the organs. I do the labelling.

I suppose you keep a record
of their clothes and ..

Personal belongings and
that sort of thing, eh?

Oh yes. Anything unusual.

Such as a birthmark or a limb missing.

About my brother.

Hmm. Any scars, or anything like that?

No, but you couldn't possibly miss him.

It was a most .. unusual ring he wore.
─ A ring?

Yes, a large ring. Not a
very expensive one.

But it had the design of
an eagle .. in white enamel.

You would remember anybody
wearing ring like that?

Oh yes. I've got a very good memory.

An eagle on white enamel, you say?

That's it.

I've never had anyone in
here wearing a ring like that.

Oh, Harry.

Any truth in this rumour?
─ What rumour?

You know as well as I do.

Figures, figures.

Can't you realize Wright, that aircraft
design isn't but a matter of statistics.

There is a small factor
called imagination.

But how can I account for the dead time
on the balance sheet? Tell me that.

Has anyone told the men?

Nobody has said anything official,
but they can smell trouble.

They'd be fools if they couldn't.

Not one man is to be laid off.
That's official.

It's this persistent bottleneck
in the designing stage that ..

Meaning me?
─ Meaning you.

That's all.

Forgive my saying this, but you are not
the only shareholder in this company.

So long as I'm chairman
I give the orders.

So long as you're chairman.

There my little English flower.
There is a canasta.

And you tell me you knew
how to play the game.

Chick, let's go and dance.

Sure. Anything you say.

Go and get the car will you, darling.

Oh.

Hello, Liz.

Was I snoring?

What's happened, Daddy?

Happened?
─ No use pretending with me.

Mummy might not notice but I do.

You're ill or something.
You're getting worse.

I've never seen you like this.

Please tell me what's wrong.

Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong.
You're talking nonsense.

I'm not. You know I'm not.
─ For heaven's sake!

I'm sorry, Liz.

Liz.

Do you ever hear ..

From that chap .. whatshisname ..?

Mados?

Vic?

What an extraordinary question. Why?

Oh I don't know. I just wondered.

Good heavens, no.

Vic? I got over him months ago.

Do you ever think of him? You were ..

You were pretty struck
on him once, remember.

Another week and I'd have
hated the sight of him.

You said I couldn't have
him so I said I wanted him.

I didn't really at all in the end.

Daddy!

Okay, Liz?

Sorry to drag you out again, Chick.

If ever there is anything I can do.

About your father, I mean.

Thanks, Chick.

Let's go.

Kay!

Kay .. Kay!
─ What is it?

The horse whinnied and the moon
came out. The horse and the moon!

The horse.
─ Where are you going?

Someone was with that horse over the
hedge. I never looked over the hedge.

Tom! Tom, come back.

Gypsies.

Is that all?

No. There is the question
of this bottleneck.

If the designing problem is beyond you.

Then the solution must lie
with some of the other ..

Extremely able designers.

We are fortunate enough
to have on our staff.

And who have in the past
contributed such valuable service.

[ Buzzer ]

Yes?
─ Mr Cardon is here, sir.

I'll see him right away.

Okay gentlemen. That will have to do.

But we haven't decided anything.

Sorry. I have a most
important appointment.

I really must insist.

We'll adjourn. How about
the same time tomorrow?

Ruddy pen-pusher.

This way, please.

Who the Dickens is that?

I hope you won't be long, Guvnor.
I've got to get back to the fair.

I know, I know.

This is our busy week, you know.

Thanks, Guvnor.

Now you're a gypsy, eh?
─ Yeah.

But you interrupted
a most vital meeting.

I'm sorry, Mr Wright.
Those were my instructions.

Let's hope he's a designer,
a genius. He looks mad enough.

Now, if you were in
Ledstone in the winter.

Ah, come winter, that's different.

Let's see now ..

Where is us again?
─ Right here.

Ah. Now I'll show you how
us works our bit of country.

Now, from there, we go in the
winter about .. ten miles ..

Did your caravans stop on the road
between Foley and Ledstone 3 months ago?

No.

No. We don't work around them parts.

Ledstone?
─ Never been there.

Good afternoon.

Gypsies were camped north of London on
the road to Foley and Ledstone in April.

I'm rather anxious to
have a word with them.

Did you ..

Happen to be there
round about that time?

I said, were you there
round about that time?

No.

No. No, I've never been near the place.

I suppose you weren't on the road to ..?

A very pretty ring you've got there.

Where did you get ..?

Just a minute.

How would you like to read my palm?

Where did you get that ring?

That's my ring. Where did you get it?

Come on. Where did you get that ring?

Now, get out.

Alright, break it up. Come on.

That's enough of that. Alright, alright.

Now then, what's this all about, eh?

It's alright, Officer.

He pinched something, yes?
─ No. He didn't pinch anything.

It was the girl in the caravan.
─ Girl?

Let's see.

You leave her alone.

You alright, Officer?
─ Yes.

Sorry about that, it's my fault.
He lost his temper.

That's alright, sir.
You leave this to me.

Ted and Matilda Smith.

You are both charged with stealing this
ring from Mr Denning this afternoon.

While you, Matilda Smith,
were reading his hand.

Have neither of you anything to say?

Lay off of her.

She can't hear and she can't talk back.

She's deaf and dumb.

How many times have you
had your palms read today?

What is it?

What's the matter?

I found the ring.

The ring?

Whereabouts?

On a gypsy girl's finger.

I asked her where she got it.

Her husband hit me.
I hit him. He hit a Policeman.

And before we knew where we were,
we were all in a Police Station.

Oh Tom, what have you started?
─ I know, I know, I know.

To make matters more pleasant,
the girl is deaf and dumb.

Darling.
─ Kay.

I've got to get that girl off. I've got
to know where she got that ring.

Well.

I could appear, I suppose.

As you say, I have been called to
the English bar, but I still can't ..

If you can do this for us Chick, I can't
tell you how much we'd appreciate it.

Tom would never have started
this stupid row if he hadn't been ..

You know how he's been lately.

If we call in an outside lawyer there
will be a fuss and a lot of publicity.

You know.

Sure, that's okay. Let's keep
all our troubles in the family.

But how can Chick possibly get her off?

She pinched your ring, Daddy.

The poor girl is deaf and dumb.

What difference does it make?

Only I don't think it would look very
nice if it came out in the papers.

That I was wrangling with a deaf and
dumb gypsy girl over a worthless ring.

Some more Port, Chick?
─ We've got to do something.

And keep it as quiet as possible.

I've never seen you
wear a ring like that.

I hardly ever wear it.

Have you, Mummy?
─ Yes, I have.

Darling.
─ Hmm?

I think I've got it.

What?

I think I could get the girl off.

Yes .. well, it's certainly a
very unusual sort of ring

But of no value. No value at all.

Just the sort of ring won at a shooting
gallery. As indeed, Mr Denning did.

Let the witness Mrs Denning
have a look at it.

Now, Mrs Denning.

Are you quite certain it's the same ring
you gave away last August bank holiday?

I'm quite sure it is.

I see.

And why did you give it
to them, Mrs Denning?

Well, I was afraid.

I was alone in the house.
My husband was abroad.

When these gypsies came to the door,
and asked for money, I didn't have any.

I thought I ought to give something.
─ Quite so.

So I went to my husband's trinket
box and I found that old ring.

I see. But you didn't tell your
husband about giving it away?

No.

No, you see it was quite worthless.

By the time he come back,
I'd forgotten all about it.

So ..

Naturally, when he saw it on the gypsy
girl's finger he jumped to conclusions.

Quite so.

But as he said, he was mistaken.
Surely, the girl didn't steal the ring.

Perfectly understandable.

Are either of the prisoners the
gypsies to whom you gave the ring?

I don't think so.

Of course, it was a long time ago.

Thank you, Mrs Denning.

Case dismissed.

There is another charge against
Ted Smith, Your Worship.

PC 926 George Watkins.

Mother, Chick hasn't had a chance yet.

Perhaps he will get it now, darling.

On the afternoon of the 14th I was
patrolling the Ashdown Forest area.

And on passing a glade.

I saw the prisoner assaulting
Mr Denning. So, I intervened.

The prisoner turned on me
and kicked me in the back.

So I arrested him and in the
company of Mr Denning ..

Took him down to the Station
where he was charged.

Well, Smith .. what have you got to say?

If it pleases Your Worships,
I'm appearing for the prisoner.

I would like to make a statement ..

I think that it's in the public interest
that I don't suppress his account.

Of where he found that ring.

Well, where did he find the ring?

Ted Smith took that ring from the finger
of a body he found lying in a ditch.

Last April, five caravans were camped on
the wayside somewhere north of London.

Well, April 10th was Matilda's birthday
and Ted wanted to buy her a present.

But he didn't have any money.

He tried to borrow some from
his friends, but instead they ..

Took him to the local pub to
help him drown his sorrows.

In fact, they were so
generous with their sympathy.

That at closing time he was thrown out
drunk and had to stagger home alone.

Now being extremely drunk.

He fell into a ditch near the camp.

As he started to pick himself up.

He felt something there beside him.

He managed to strike a match.

And he made out a man lying there
apparently just as drunk as he was.

On his finger was a ring.

That same ring that we've
heard so much about.

Well .. here was the perfect
birthday present for Matilda.

So, the man in the ditch was drunk?

I thought you said he was dead.

Well, early the next morning.

Ted went back to see if
the drunk had gone.

The man was still there.

In daylight he saw the back
of his head was injured.

And he realized now
that the man was dead.

Probably killed in that ditch.

In his panic he did what he
thought was the safest thing to do.

He dragged the body across the road.

Through the hedge on the opposite side
and buried the man in a shallow grave.

And where is the body now, Mr Eddowes?

Still there I guess,
buried behind that hedge.

Yes, but where exactly is this hedge?

Unfortunately, he doesn't remember.

Oh dear, oh dear.

There are so many hedges in England.

I realize this may sound
a bit strange, sir.

But Ted Smith's mother was
the leader of the caravan.

She would know where the
ditch was, where the camp was.

He neither knew nor cared.

Question .. couldn't he drop a line
to his mother and ask her?

He hasn't seen his mother
from that day to this.

When he told her that he would marry
Matilda, there was a violent argument.

And he left immediately. Both of them.

Smith, when you told your counsel
last night this interesting story.

You did not know that your wife would be
acquitted on Mrs Dennings' evidence.

Do you still persist in this story
about the body in the ditch?

Body?

Mr Eddowes, do you imagine if there was
a body he would have told you about it?

I'm quite certain he
was telling me the truth.

Despite what he indicates to the court
now. I still believe all he's told me.

Quite, quite. You don't have
gypsies in your country I take it?

There are a few, I guess.

Have you ever met a gypsy before?

No, I haven't.

Well, when you go home you'll be able
to say you've met an English gypsy.

I am reminded to thank you for
your concerns for the public interest.

Any previous convictions, Sergeant?
─ No, sir.

Fourteen days imprisonment.

The court will adjourn
for a quarter of an hour.

If that's an example of English
justice you can keep it.

Ah, Mr Eddowes.

Your hometown in the States, Mr Eddowes?
─ Chicago.

Well bad luck, Chick.

I'm sure you'll all be relieved to know
that I'm sticking to the patent law.

That is, when I've finished this case.

But it is finished.
─ Oh no it's not.

Not until I find the missing link,
as they say in the dime novels.

Who?

The boy's mother. Ma Smith.

Come on, Liz. I want to catch the press.

I want to offer a reward. I'll find
that body if it's the last thing I do.

Look at this: a hundred pounds reward.

A hundred quid, eh? Come on.

Don't you forget. My name is "Smith".

A hundred quid.

A hundred quid.

A hundred pounds.

Have you found Ted Smith's mother?

Have I found Ted Smith's
mother? I'll say I have.

You have?

Eighty-five mothers to be precise.
I can't get into the office for gypsies.

They were willing to adopt
anybody for a hundred pounds.

Come here, I'll let you
both in on a little secret.

I .. quit.

You mean you'll not bother
about the body anymore?

I'm through. Finished.

From now on, Liz must be satisfied with
a nice, dull, unromantic patents lawyer.

Cheers.
─ Cheers. ─ Cheers.

Look, into the pool I throw myself and
all present and future earning capacity.

You throw in your daughter.

Wait a minute, we've just paid our tax

I'm sorry. What are you
going to do about it?

How about installments
instead of cash dowry?

No dice. No dice. She might
leave me in six months.

Where we celebrating?

Don't worry about that. I've
made all the arrangements.

Hello?

Yes, he's here. Will you hold on.

For you, darling.

At this time of night?
Hello, Cunningham?

Yeah?

The boy's mother? Now, where
have I heard that one before?

"No, really."

"Just as the boy described."
─ What kind of proof?

"No, really."

Okay, okay. I believe you, that's great.

Now does she remember where ..?
─ "North of London. Near Ledstone."

Wonderful .. yes.

Look, hang on to her.
I'll be right over.

Look, I don't care. Lock
her in a desk, anything.

Yes, I'll be over in ten minutes.

Yes, tonight. I'll drive her out to the
country. See if she's earned that dough.

See you later.

Really her?
─ No doubt of it.

Does she remember where
they stopped that night?

She claims she does.
─ Where was it?

A little country road just outside
a town named Ledstone.

She remembers the exact spot.

There were a couple of white posts
on the right hand side of the road

Sorry about the celebration, darling.
─ We'll have that when we come back.

I'll get my things.
─ No.

You are not coming and that's
final young lady. Look now, Tom.

Can I borrow a flashlight,
I mean a torch, and a spade, too?

A spade?

In the garage. I'll get them.
─ Good, I'll come with you.

Chick.
─ Chick, just a minute.

We .. we'd like a word with you, Chick.

I'm just playing a hunch, that's all.
─ A hunch?

Will you play a hunch
against a boy's life?

The Police don't go on hunches.
They don't like gypsies.

I don't see what you're getting so ..

It's alright. The spade
and torch are in the car.

What's the matter?

Kay and Tom don't think I
ought to go on with this.

Oh, after all he's been through.

Just as he's near proving himself right.

Wait a minute. Take it easy.

They feel that the boy might be charged
with murder if I find that body.

Well, okay. Suppose he is. I dare
say he murdered him anyway.

Do you think he did?
─ No, I don't!

He'd not have mentioned the
body if he'd killed the guy.

There you are.

Liz, please.
─ Mummy, you're asking too much.

Liz, will you ..

Wait a minute. Let's not get
worked up at this stage.

But she's right, you know.

If I don't go tonight, I'll go some
other night. I'm only human.

And after all, we are not even
certain there is a body there.

It just occurred to me.

The old lady may have
seen the real murderer.

Well.

Mrs Smith.

When you were camped here that night.

Did you see anything or hear anything?

That all depends.

"A roadside grave."

"Murder suspected."

"Scotland Yard called in."

Tom.
─ Listen to this.

They're calling it the
"Denning Ring Case".

"Inspector Dodds of the
CID has been put in charge."

"And is concentrating
on identifying the body."

Darling .. darling, if only ..
─ Oh Kay, for heaven's sake.

Yes?

An Inspector Dodds
from Scotland Yard, sir.

Alright Wilson, I'll be out in a moment.

Tom.

Don't worry, darling.

I'll be alright.

Good morning, Inspector.

Mr Denning?

Yes.

Your wife?

Yes.

It was really your wife I wanted to see.

I'm sorry to trouble you, Mrs Denning.

But these gypsies you gave
the ring to last August.

Can you describe them?

Well .. I didn't notice
them very carefully.

We are wondering whether this man
we are trying to identify, the dead man.

Might be one of your gypsies.

Oh.

I see.

Unfortunately, his features are ..

Well, he's not recognizable.

So we've very little to go on.

Except he's of medium height about ..

Five feet nine.

My gypsies were short.
─ How short?

I'm not very good at measuring
height .. but they were short.

Shorter than I am.

The dead man can't be
one of your gypsies then.

Thanks very much, Mrs Denning.

Not at all.

I'll be seeing you at the inquest.

Now tell me, Mr Ash.

Can you say what time it was on the
9th April that you last saw Ted Smith?

Closing time. All the rest
had gone except him.

Was he drunk?
─ Oh yes, I had to chuck him out.

And what time is closing
time at The Drake?

At ten-thirty. Sharp.

Thank you, Mr Ash.

I follow your point, Mr Eddowes.

According to Ted Smith's mother.

It was shortly after ten that she heard
a car skid and crash into the posts.

While on the evidence of Mr Ash,
Ted Smith was at The Drake Inn.

In fact, he didn't leave til ten-thirty.
─ Exactly, sir.

It hasn't escaped your
notice I hope, that ..

The only witness as to the crash and the
time at which it occurred is Mrs Smith.

The mother of Ted Smith.

No sir, it hasn't. But if I
might call a final witness.

Certainly.
─ Mr Fisher, please.

Take the book in the right hand
and read the words on the card.

I swear by Almighty God that the
evidence I shall give to this court ..

Will be the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth.

Now Mr Fisher, it was on your
land that this incident occurred.

That's right.

Have you at any time recently noticed
any unusual damage to your property?

Indeed I have.

Them two white posts
I had to have repaired.

Timber, paint, reflectors. They cost ..
─ Yes, thank you.

Can you remember the exact date?

April 12th. It's in the accounts book.
─ Uhuh.

And have you any idea how
those posts came to be smashed?

At first I thought it was
one of them gypsies.

Then I sees other things.
─ Uhuh.

Now what other things?

Black marks on the road.
Black skid-marks.

Heavy marks they was.

And I reckon some lunatic skidded round
the bend and smacked into my posts.

That will be all. Thank you, Mr Fisher.

Thank you, Mr Eddowes.

Any questions?
─ No, sir.

That is all the evidence.

Now it is for you to decide.

Whether this unidentified man
met his death by foul play ..

At the hands of some person or persons
unknown. In which case it is murder.

Or whether he was run in to by some
vehicle on the night of April 10th

In which case, you should return
a verdict of death by misadventure.

Do you wish to retire and
consider your verdict?

No, sir.

We are of the unanimous opinion ..

That there is no evidence
of intentional foul play.

But that some person unknown ..

Probably under the influence of alcohol.

Took the corner too fast, skidded ..

And knocked the deceased into the ditch.

Thank you.

I shall record a verdict
of death by misadventure.

Inspector Dodds.
─ Yes, sir?

This ring the man was supposed to
be wearing. It's a very unusual ring.

This eagle on white enamel.

Someone would come forward
to identify the man from that?

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

I'd better say something.

Well, what is it?

That ring, sir. Can I have a look at it?

Just like he described, isn't it.
─ Like who described?

The brother, sir.
─ What brother?

The brother who was
looking for his brother, sir.

Would you being more precise?
─ Certainly, sir.

A few weeks ago, a fellow
came to me at my mortuary.

And asked me if I'd got anyone
inside wearing a ring like that.

I see .. had you?

No, sir.

Just a minute.

About this man. Do you know his name?
─ He didn't mention it, sir.

Can you describe him?
─ Don't think I can, sir.

Would you recognize him
if you saw him again?

Oh yes, I'd recognize him alright.

If only from his glasses.

Big, horn-rimmed glasses they were.

I think efforts had better be made
to trace this brother, Inspector.

Yes, sir.

Very well. I'll adjourn the inquest to
give you time to make further enquiries.

Thank you, sir.

I'll postpone recording a verdict.

The inquest is adjourned for a week.

Let's get out of here, quick.

Where are you going?
─ I'm needed at the works.

Sorry boys, we're in a hurry.

Alright then. Make it quick.

Can I trouble you for a light?

Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed.

I'm Mr Albert Woods.

The mortuary attendant at Ledstone.

A very important witness.

How are your bottlenecks
going, Mr Wright?

This is wonderful, Mr Denning.
You've no idea what this means to me.

We've got a rough idea.

That's all, thanks. Get busy
on that right away will you.

Anything else, Harry?

If there was, I wouldn't tell you.
You get cracking with your holiday.

Goodbye, Kay.
─ Goodbye, Harry.

Harry, about the Robin's range.
That hop between Khyber and Karachi.

Isn't that about the limit for safety?

Doesn't sound very like you, Tom.

It's Kay. She's allergic to
coming down in the drink.

Better have the extra tank.
─ I'm sure we should.

Two tanks.

Right.

Darling.

I can't believe it.

You know there was a time,
not so very long ago.

When I thought I was never
coming through this.

Darling, it's alright.

The mortuary attendant.
Not a sign of recognition.

The Police off on a wild goose chase.

And thanks to Chick.

Everybody convinced
it was a car accident.

Darling.

What shall we do tonight?
Let's go out on the tiles.

Certainly not.

We'll do the invitations
for our farewell party.

Alright. We'll crack a bottle
anyhow. Evening, Wilson.

Good evening.

There is a gentleman in there.
He's waiting to see Miss Liz.

Oh.

Jolly good luck. I'll buy him a drink.

Good afternoon.

The name is Mados.

Yes?

There is a gentleman to see you, Miss.

Who is it?
─ A Mr Mados.

Who did you say?

A Mr Mados, Miss.
He's waiting in the library.

Oh he is, is he?

Thank you, Wilson.

I'd like a few words with Mr Mados.

Why Victor, this is a ..
─ This is Victor's brother.

Miss Denning?

Yes.

Forgive the intrusion.

I am looking for my
younger brother, Victor.

I have not heard from
him for many weeks.

I live in South America, you understand?

I am on my way to Rome.

And while in London I look for Victor.

Well, I don't know where he is.

But I found a letter.

Waiting for him at .. Hallam Court.

It is from you, Miss Denning.

Forgive me for reading it, but
I had nowhere to forward it.

You seem to have been very cross
with Victor over something, yes?

I thought perhaps because of that ..
─ You'd better try the continent.

The continent?

If he went to the continent.

I have only a very vague
suggestion from Hallam Court.

Well, I've got something
far less vague than that.

A letter he wrote to me before he left.
─ Ah.

I'll go and fetch it.
─ Thank you.

Chick. Come and meet the
brother of someone I used to adore.

Yes, which one is that?
─ Victor Mados.

I told you about him.

Oh. Yes you did.

Mr Mados, this is Mr Eddowes.
─ How do you do?

How do you do.
─ Mr Mados has lost his brother.

Now listen ..

Is she pulling my leg again?
Or have you really lost a brother?

I don't know.

I think I have.
─ Not at the mortuary, I hope.

Mortuary?

Oh, I'm sorry.

But you see there's been a good deal of
fuss lately about a guy in a mortuary ..

Searching for his brother with
a peculiar ring on his finger.

What kind of ring?

Just a cheap enamel carnival ring with a
pair of crossed eagles on it. Just junk.

Oh no, no.

For a moment, I was quite startled.

No. Victor would never
wear a ring like that.

A good diamond or a pearl, perhaps.

No trash. Not victor.

Here it is. Read it.
─ Oh, thank you.

Yes, he says he was leaving
for the continent that day.

But nothing more.

Oh, I'm sorry Miss Denning about the ..

Unkind words he used.

I've got over it.

Victor is a bad boy.

How do you say it?

The black sheep? Yes.

Every family has one.

Well forgive me, I must
catch my aeroplane.

Goodbye.
─ Good afternoon.

I'll see you out.

Good afternoon.
─ Bye.

Good afternoon.
─ Goodbye.

How long will you and Daddy be away?
─ About seven or eight weeks.

You know, I wish that you and Chick
could get married before we go.

Why?

Oh .. I may be old-fashioned, but I ..

Well I don't think it's
quite right. I mean ..

Chick living here and ..
─ Daddy, you are wonderful.

And anyway, Wilson will chaperone us.

Won't you, Wilson?
─ Certainly, Miss.

Give me some coffee Liz, will you?
─ Of course.

Oh that's Chick. He's picking me up.

Where's he been?
─ The Police Station.

Why?

Something about the deaf and dumb gypsy.

I don't like the sound of this.

Kay, quick.

Ma Smith.

Tom.

I'm frightened.

This is it.

Chick.

Chick, just a minute.

Don't stop me. I'm hot on it.
I'll tell you all about it later.

Please, Chick.
─ What is it, Kay?

Will you promise to come
back before the inquest?

Well sure if there is time.
─ Promise?

Okay, I'll promise.

But I'll tell you something though,
just to keep you until I get back.

That guy wasn't knocked
down by a hit-and-run driver.

He was murdered.

Wait here, Liz.
─ Not likely.

Come on, Ma. Sorry, but you're the
only one that knows sign language.

He's not coming back.
─ He'll be back.

He won't. He'll go
straight to the inquest.

Darling, darling.

There he is.
─ I'll go.

Good morning, Mrs Denning.

Good morning,
─ Good morning, Mr Denning.

Is Mr Eddowes here?
─ No.

Oh.

He phoned me from Lewes.

He said he'd be here about ..

I kept my promise, Kay.
I'm right on time, Inspector.

Come in, Inspector.

I guess we all know each other.

Through there.

I'll go and get ready for the inquest.
─ Don't be long, darling. I'll need you.

Chick. Just a minute.
I wañt to talk to you.

Sure. Not now, Kay. Not much time.
─ Only take a minute.

Look, in five minutes you can have me
alone for as long as Tom will allow it.

Okay Ma, sit down there will you please.

What was all that on the phone?

Inspector, I've got a theory.

I believe "A" that the
motor accident was a fake.

And "B" that the unknown man
that I dug up was murdered.

Why, that's ..
─ Wait, there's something more.

I also believe that that ring.

Didn't belong to him at all.

That it was put on his
finger after he was dead.

Why?

Tom, do you remember that guy Mados?

Asking Liz about his brother?
─ Yes.

He didn't go see the body
because he said he knew ..

That his brother would
never wear a ring like that.

Do you follow?
─ No.

I say that the murderer deliberately
put that ring on his victim's finger.

In order to prevent people from
coming forward to identify him.

Because he knew that if the identity
of that body were discovered.

He would at once be a
suspect in the murder.

Surely at the mortuary, the dead
man's brother knew about the ring?

There was no brother! That was
the murderer asking questions.

He wanted to know like crazy what
had happened to that body.

How was he to know that
Ted Smith had buried it for him?

Well, it's a theory.
─ A theory? Well, I can prove it.

Early this morning I picked up Ma Smith.

And we went over to Matilda's caravan.

For obvious reasons I didn't ask her did
she see the driver of the car that night.

Did she?
─ No, she hadn't.

Well then.
─ But.

Just as I was leaving the caravan
I noticed something sort of ..

Half hidden under a basket.

Tom, do you know what that was?

It was a chrömium-plated badge.

A badge issued by the Automobile
Association for motor cars.

I asked Matilda where she found it.
─ Yes?

Matilda picked up that badge on the side
of the road near the smashed posts.

That morning that she and
Ted pushed off alone.

Now she didn't know what
it was. It was pretty.

The badge was knocked
off the murderer's car ..

When he faked that accident
by smashing the post.

Liz.

Now Inspector, you know that each of
these badges has a number stamped on it.

A record is kept of the number and of
the AA member to whom it was issued.

Now, if you take this badge
to the AA Headquarters.

And check that number with the name it
was issued to, you've got your murderer.

It's all yours, Inspector.

Let's hope you're right, Mr Eddowes.

Yeah, let's hope so.
What do you think, Tom?

Congratulations, Chick.
─ Let's keep our fingers cross, huh.

Well come on, I think you two
had better come along with me.

Come along, Liz.

Mummy, Daddy.
─ Yes?

Are you coming to the inquest?

See you later, Liz.

Well, that's that.

What a fool I was not to tell
the Police in the first place.

Oh well.

Live and learn.

Learn, anyhow.

There is still the Robin.
The long-range tanks.

Yep.

No. I'm going to see this thing through.

Besides, there's .. there's Liz.

It will be easier for
her if we're there.

You're not going to the inquest?
─ Uhuh.

Yes. As a student of human nature.

I wouldn't miss Chick's face
for all the tea in China.

Get me a check on the owner of this
badge. As quick as you can, please.

Didn't you notice that the
AA men weren't saluting you?

They did salute.

I suppose with all this collection they
thought the AA was there somewhere.

It wasn't there.

No, it wasn't there.

Never mind, old girl.

It wasn't your fault.

I asked where Matilda
had found this badge.

And it appears that she picked it
up ön the morning of April 11th.

On the side of the road
near the smashed posts.

I should like Inspector Dodds to
take the witness stand, please sir.

Very good.

I swear by Almighty God that the
evidence I shall give to this court ..

Shall be the truth, the whole
truth and nothing but the truth.

Inspector Dodds, have you been
to the Automobile Association?

I have.

Did you check to find the name of the
person to whom this badge was issued?

I did.

Well, who was it?

Do you mind if I ask
Mr Eddowes a question, sir?

No. You can.

Mr Eddowes.

When you were with the
gypsies at Lewes today.

Did you happen to see whether the girl
Matilda went near your motorcar?

Why yes, as a matter of fact
as I was into the caravan ..

Explaining to Ma Smith what I wanted,
I did notice that Matilda had gone. Why?

That accounts for it, then.

This AA badge belongs to you.

Me?
─ Yes, to you.

The gypsy girl had to say something
when you found it under her basket.

She made up that story
about finding it last April.

Just another gypsy story eh, Mr Eddowes?

It's nothing to laugh at.

Daddy, he was rude to me.

Liz, What is all this?
─ Your badge. Quick, get the Rolls away.

My badge?
─ Never mind. I'll explain later. Hurry.

You know. How? When did you find out?

The night I tore my dress in the garage
and saw Daddy's badge was missing.

Then I noticed the
date on Vic's letter and

And Daddy's glasses.

Everything stuck out a mile.

You changed he badges?

This morning, while you
were all in the library.

I took Chick's badge off his car but
didn't have time to put Daddy's back.

It was an accident. Daddy didn't ..
─ I know. I know.

Please get Daddy away from here quickly.

We find that this unidentified
man met his death as a result ..

Of being struck by a motorcar
driven by some person unknown.

Chick.

Chick, darling.

Just a minute.

Excuse me.

When we was photographed
together the other day.

I thought the face looked familiar.

Now of course, I know.

It isn't often I'm
photographed with a celebrity.

Would you mind, sir?

Thank you sir, very much.

T-G