I had no idea.
That she was a little bit famous?
Not to this extent, no.
Now, we've spoken with Mr. Luscombe,
and he says there must have been
witnesses who saw him on the train.
I definitely saw him at 11:30 that night at the Imperial.
Jessie is dead.
Coffee?
We need an idea, and very quickly.
Better than the last one, Stanley.
It Will be.
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Oh, Louis.
Look at her.
How could this have happened?
I hadn't seen her for three days.
I expect she thought I'd forgotten all about her.
We'll help With
the funeral arrangements, of course,
but the dear child must have some family somewhere.
Well, they can hardly miss the press coverage.
It's gonna be a huge story.
Why?
Why can't they leave her alone now?
But it's not gonna be just their version people read.
What are you doing up there, Stanley?
What's it look like I'm doing?
I always think better up here.
I don't know why. It's bloody freezing.
And what are you writing, Stanley?
You're not gonna like this, Eric, but we've got to do
a special edition, get the real story out there,
how much Jessie had already achieved,
not let it be blotted out by what's happened.
Well...
No. No.
We are not gonna wait until the next edition.
We absolutely cannot allow ourselves
to be beaten by the competition.
I'll go to Mr. Wax if I have to. I'll bloody make him.
Stanley, I've spoken to Mr. Wax. He's agreed.
You have?
You thought of it, too?
You realize it's not
just a three-page supplement we're doing.
It's gonna be 20 pages with a lot of pictures.
It will be a 32-page edition.
That is what Mr. Wax has agreed to fund.
No, no!
There will be absolutely no admittance
to members of the press.
Look at this.
You know what, Sarah?
We've got space for a lot more images.
Why don't you grab your photographs,
some of the behind-the-scenes shots
that you've taken of the band.
In fact, bring us everything you've got.
Everything I've got? Yes! Go and get it now.
We've got a chance to do something very different
with your pictures, something that nobody else will have.
Be careful.
There are already one or two people
in the street keeping vigil.
Mr. Masterson has arranged for the reception
to be right here, through the trees,
so we won't have to be bothered with the press.
Louis?
This is Edith.
Jessie's aunt.
Delighted to meet you.
Very pleased to meet you, too.
I had no idea, you see, no idea at all,
what Jessie did, singing with the band and everything.
I don't read the newspapers or listen to the wireless.
We don't have a wireless, anyway.
And her mother would have been so proud, you know.
And, oh, I've got to thank this gentleman for being so generous.
Sorry. It's...
It's been so good of you to do all of this.
A little reminder that there's another world out there.
We're going where prying eyes can't follow.
The police may well start
to make their presence felt again, Louis,
if they haven't solved this case soon.
They'll get all our statements one more time,
you mark my words.
Yes, but I think they're very close
to making an arrest, in fact.
This is the way, everybody, down this little path here.
There's a surprise waiting for us beyond the trees.
Ah, Stanley.
I need to congratulate you.
On what?
On that special edition of the magazine.
It was rather remarkable.
Well, it was one edition that had to be serious, wasn't it?
This is my mother.
This is Lady Cremone.
Oh, Your Ladyship, how lovely to meet you.
I was hoping we would be introduced.
So happy to meet you.
My son never stops talking about you.
No, no, he does.
Every time I see him, he mentions you.
You're quite his favorite person.
Parents... they embarrass you every time, don't they?
He's always very interested
in what you're going to say,
what your opinion will be of the next issue of the magazine.
He asks every time,
"Do you think she'll like it, Mum?"
What a beautiful place to hold a wake.
But I do hope my brother
doesn't feel the need to make a speech.
I fear he might break down completely in the middle of it.
This may be the very last time
we see each other, Your Ladyship.
Goodness. No.
I still have my apartment at the hotel, do you remember?
The, uh... the Bertram family are coming to town,
owners of the Imperial. Mm-hmm.
A murder in their hotel... Something they can't tolerate.
Well, they can hardly blame you, Mr. Schlesinger.
Mr. Masterson.
Uh, this is my mother.
Mrs. Mitchell. How do you do?
I'm going to say something extremely obvious to your son,
Mrs. Mitchell. And what's that, then?
I'm going to say that when something finishes...
Not always but frequently...
Something else begins.
I'm sure that's true. Oh, yes.
I expect your son may wonder what I mean by that.
What do you mean? Well, why don't we make an appointment,
Stanley, you and I,
and figure out what I mean.
I just want
to say something.
Nobody be alarmed.
I'm not making a speech at all.
But I just want to say,
the flowers,
some of these flowers were brought here
specially by Mr. Masterson.
I know they look like they live here all the time,
but they don't.
And I just want to thank him
and say what an appropriate gesture
I think that was,
because Jessie's life
was such a short life,
so full of color, so vivid.
It brought such joy into my life
and into many of our lives here today,
and I just want to pay tribute.
It's probably not a good idea after all
to hold a wake in a glass house.
We ought to get away from here.
Yes.
We could go to my house.
My father's gone away for a few days.
Just showing Mr. Lester my latest photographs, Lucy.
If there are any callers, I don't want to be disturbed.
We leave them
at the funeral, and here they are again.
That's right. They're following you.
I haven't quite finished developing them all.
That is a spooky sight,
certainly. Yes.
This one looks rather hungry.
Quite a few of them look
like they haven't had enough to eat.
How dedicated they were to Jessie already,
after such a short time.
Exactly.
I think one of them attacked Jessie in the hotel.
One of these?
Stanley thinks this, too.
They wanted Jessie all to themselves.
People become so obsessed with their favorite performers,
they want power over them, to own them.
Yes, but I never saw any of them inside the hotel, ever.
They could have got in.
I haven't told anybody what you've told me, I promise,
but it can't have been Julian.
I really believe it can't have been.
I did see him that night inside the hotel.
There'll be an explanation for that. There really will.
Anyway,
we don't need to think about that now.
No, we don't.
I love you, Louis.
What's the matter? I...
I don't think I've ever done this,
being watched by myself before.
Miss Sarah!
You're wanted. Ignore it.
Miss Sarah!
Miss Sarah! There's someone here for you, Miss Sarah!
That girl.
I told her.
It's the police, Louis.
Ah, Mr. Lester.
I wonder if you could help us with some identification.
Identification? Yes, we need to make an identification,
and we believe that you, as a witness, could help us.
Are you willing to do that?
Of course.
Hello, Harry.
Good afternoon, Mr. Lester.
Now, you saw Mr. Luscombe
in the hotel passage
when he maintains he was on the train to Paris?
I did, yes.
And how many feet away from him
were you when you saw him?
I don't know, uh...
60, 70 feet.
It would be at least that, wouldn't it?
Turn around, if you could, Mr. Lester.
Now, who is that at the end of the passage, Mr. Lester?
Can you tell me?
Now, is it Mr. Gunson, who you know?
Can you tell me for sure that that is Mr. Gunson?
Or is it Sergeant Thomas, who you don't know?
Or could that even be Mr. Thornton
from the Imperial Hotel, who was here just a short while ago?
Which one is it, Mr. Lester?
Louis!
This is nothing like it was.
There's more light in the hotel.
You can't tell me, can you?
This is Mr. Julian Luscombe's passport.
He gave it to us entirely voluntarily.
Please have a look.
Now, it bears the correct stamp
of the French passport control for the night train in question.
It's the right date... And, of course,
there is only one night train.
And then we have witnesses:
a Mr. Leopold Fitzmaurice
and, uh, Mr. Horace Verney, both of whom saw Mr. Luscombe
in their first-class compartment,
and then saw him embark with them on the ferry.
Now, neither Mr. Fitzmaurice nor Mr. Verney
are friends or acquaintances of Mr. Luscombe,
yet they identified him at once.
Apparently, he never stopped talking the whole journey.
Is it possible, Mr. Lester,
that it was someone else
that you saw at the hotel that night?
Someone else who called your name?
Is it possible that you can't be absolutely sure
that you saw Mr. Luscombe?
If you're asking me whether I'm absolutely sure...
lam.
Then I suppose it is possible that I'm not.
Thank you, Mr. Lester.
That is extremely helpful.
Why have you done that?
Well, you taught me how to play, so it's all your fault.
Well, you're better than you think.
Only sometimes.
All the wonderful battles we've had,
I used to want them never to finish.
Yes. And sometimes they lasted for days.
We've saved our lives with games.
Especially with these mice and frogs.
And I still need them.
Hello, Mummy.
How was your little holiday?
Was it a success?
No, not really.
The hotel was horrible.
Some guests you didn't like?
There were some guests I couldn't abide, yes,
nor could your father.
We had to move rooms twice, in fact,
to get far enough away from them.
There were some Jews in the hotel, Mummy?
Is that what you mean?
Unfortunately, yes.
The hotel seemed to be crawling with them.
You wouldn't really expect that in Cornwall, would you?
How on earth could we have come
out of that person, darling?
Don't you ever think that?
How on earth are we a part of her?
I think about it all the time.
Nearly every morning.
You won't leave me here alone with them? Promise.
I'll never leave you, darling.
I have plans, of course.
Great plans at the moment.
Mr. Masterson's been so encouraging.
But wherever I go, I will always come back.
And I've decided...
I am going to fill this house
with Jews and Negroes.
Maybe we should do that
for Mummy's next birthday, in fact.
Though Jessie won't be able to sing for her now.
I know you're so upset about Jessie.
You can talk to me about it, darling...
How much you miss her.
You can tell me all about it.
I know.
I know I can.
Come in, Mr. Mitchell. Come in.
I was wondering where you were.
I'm not late, am I?
You've not been here before?
No, I haven't.
There's a lot to look at.
Everybody runs to gold when times get hard.
But I didn't get where I am now
by doing the obvious, Mr. Mitchell.
No, I'm sure you didn't.
Stanley...
You don't mind if I call you Stanley, do you?
Of course not, Mr. Masterson.
You caused quite a rumpus
at the German embassy the other night,
didn't you, Stanley?
Well, that was just a joke.
I thought a good one, as it happens.
I just wanted to give them one. No, no.
There's no need to explain.
A little mischief might well do them some good.
You probably don't know much
about the business I'm in, do you, Stanley?
It's more than one business, isn't it, Mr. Masterson?
That's correct, Stanley.
It's mainly real estate in the U.S.
Little bit of coal, of course.
A lot of oil.
In a depression like we're in now,
there are certain things
that people still want.
Food, of course; soap;
a little entertainment and news.
At the moment,
I don't own any of those.
Except Julian's English cheese business, of course.
Yes.
Except for that.
Now, I don't want you to say anything
to what I'm about to put to you.
Not at all?
Whatever it is?
That's correct.
I was very impressed by this edition
of your magazine, Stanley.
I have just written to Mr. Wax,
proposing that I buy Music Express off him.
I intend to find a new,
larger premises for the magazine
and to expand it greatly.
I am extremely interested
in the possibilities of photojournalism.
I don't think anybody's grasped its full potential.
I intend to make Music Express
the foremost entertainment magazine in Europe.
I further intend
to found a news magazine in the next year or so
that will rival Time magazine, and then overtake it.
I propose to make you editor in chief
of Music Express magazine.
That is, if you want to take it, Stanley.
No, don't...
say anything... anything at all.
I want you to consider this, silently,
for the next few days.
Louis.
Harry wants to see you.
What's it about?
He will tell you.
A request has come up.
The Freemasons are holding their annual dinner
for the new Worshipful Master
in the rooms that they have here,
and, uh, rather surprisingly...
Well, surprising to me...
They've requested that you play at it.
The Masons?
That'll be interesting.
I just wanted to check that you could manage it...
To play at all... Under the circumstances.
Yes. We're going to keep on playing.
That's already been decided.
For the time being.
What does that mean?
Until it's decided otherwise.
It's up to Mr. Schlesinger who plays at this hotel.
At the moment, it is.
Oh, no, not again.
I don't believe it.
I will not stand for it!
Stop that.
At once.
Right now!
You!
Get out of here!
I'll have you all arrested! Run!
I don't care how hungry you are.
You can't steal food from here. Hurry!
I'll have you all locked up!
I cannot understand how people have so little pride,
let themselves fall so low.
People have to eat.
Not out of my dustbins, they don't.
Oh, and by the way, Mr. Lester,
the police came round.
Said they wanted to take away the sports car
that belonged to Miss Taylor.
I said, of course, they could.
Why did they want that?
I believe they've got it into their heads
they need to have a thorough look at it.
Mr. Wax is selling the magazine?
It hasn't happened yet, no.
To this American millionaire?
But he's one of the richest men in the world.
Why does he want our little magazine?
He sees great possibilities in it,
that it will grow enormously.
And he's offered to make you captain of the team, has he?
Nothing's been finalized.
I'm not supposed to be breathing
a word about it to anyone,
but I just thought you should know.
Thank you, Stanley,
for not keeping it a total secret.
Maybe Mr. Wax
won't sell after all.
At the right price, most people will sell anything.
Mr. Masterson has great plans for the magazine.
He'll never give you any freedom, Stanley.
You realize it will all change completely here.
I'm not sure about that. If he suggests things
we don't like, we won't do them.
How? You won't be able to control
what's happening, Stanley.
Um, excuse us for a moment,
but I'm sure you won't mind the interruption.
Her Ladyship just wanted to see in here.
Lavinia.
So this is your lair, Stanley.
I've only ever seen it from the outside.
It's usually a fraction tidier than this.
Is it? I always wondered what it would look like.
Well, it may not look like this for much longer.
That sounds interesting.
Uh, maybe Your Ladyship would like to see
the collection of back copies we have.
They're in my office,
uh, if we would just return there.
I would love that.
I have, in fact, several bound copies
of your magazine in my library.
Not many people can say that, I expect.
And you are on the cover of one
of our editions, of course.
One of our very best covers, I always say. Ah.
Good evening, gentlemen.
Have you ever seen the Bertram brothers before, Harry?
I have not.
No.
They never, ever come here.
They could stop me getting another job
anywhere in the hotel business.
A few weeks ago, we were one of
the most fashionable hotels in London,
and now...
I have a terrible feeling about this week, Harry.
Have they said anything to you?
No.
Have they spoken to you, though, Harry?
Just a few words,
when I was showing them to their suite.
And what did they tell you?
That a murder at this hotel is one of the worst things
they could ever imagine happening.
Yes.
And unsolved, too,
of course.
So far, yes.
Every time I see them gather,
I can't help being fascinated.
Me, too.
There will be a few dukes and marquises down there.
Some minor royals, perhaps.
Senior politicians, of course.
All sorts of surprising people
belong to the Central London Lodge.
Yes.
I thought now the band's playing at the dinner.
Isn't that so unexpected?
Oh, yes.
I'm quite jealous. I would love to be there.
But now that's happening, I thought maybe I could do
an article about the Masons in this hotel.
If you did, you'd never work again.
Course, this may be
the very last time they're here.
Because of the murder?
I suppose we have to call it that now... "the murder"...
But yes, they may be moving on, colonizing another hotel.
I hear they've been scurrying around,
looking at all sorts of basements.
But I have no idea who's arranged
for the band to play for them tonight.
God knows what will happen.
You're looking surprisingly smart today.
I have an important dinner appointment.
That's why.
In the new Atlantic Bar?
That's right.
So do I.
Hmm.
They've redecorated all of this.
And what a lovely room.
I collect beautiful rooms around London, Stanley.
I don't see why one shouldn't spend
as much of one's life as possible in them.
You must join Her Ladyship; you mustn't keep her waiting.
Lavinia.
You look magnificent, as always.
Thank you.
I must just join that wonderful young artist over there.
I'm hoping to help her get her first exhibition.
She's exquisitely talented.
Stanley.
Arthur has a new project, it seems,
to go with all the others.
We have a great deal to talk about.
Yes, I know.
I hope I'm not too late. No, sir.
The gang all here? Yes, they're all here, sir.
Thank you.
So...
what do you know about Mr. Masterson?
What's he really like? He's one of the few people
I've ever met who always seems to be ahead of events.
Ah, but can one trust him?
Funnily enough, I think one can.
So you are involved in his acquisition of the magazine.
I could be.
Of course, he doesn't need my money,
but he needs somebody who lives here,
who could be on the spot while he travels the world.
So I'm gonna be working for you?
Is that such a terrible prospect?
I'm not even gonna reply to that.
If all this happens,
we'll both be working for Mr. Masterson ultimately.
But yes, you'll be working for me, in a way.
I knew, for some reason, this was gonna happen.
I just...
I just thought it might.
I don't know how that's possible, Stanley,
because I didn't until yesterday.
Suddenly I realized the way I was living was absurd.
Can't be half a recluse.
Who's ever heard of that?
Half a hermit!
Living like that was never going to bring my boys back.
And now I know
I want to do something with the rest of my life.
Get involved, Stanley,
get really involved.
Where's your singer?
Carla.
She'll be coming, don't worry.
Are you usually down there with them, Harry,
when they have their dinners?
Yes, sometimes.
I thought they had their own people.
They do, but once or twice
I've helped them out with their arrangements.
Of course, I've never been in the temple.
Never see them in their robes.
Louis! There you are.
This is going to be so good. Such fun!
You'll get your cue in just a moment.
Best tipper in the hotel.
A very generous man, Mr. Masterson.
Well, I suppose he needs to be, doesn't he?
Why does he need to be?
Well, if you smash up your hotel suite the way he does,
you rather need to leave good tips, don't you?
I don't know what you mean. Oh, come on, Harry,
I saw his suite completely smashed up.
You must have had to arrange to get it cleared up.
You've probably had to do that a number of times, haven't you?
I really have no idea what you're talking about.
What are you so frightened of, Harry? Frightened?
You think I'm the one who should be frightened?
Yes, I think you're extremely frightened.
What are you afraid of? You really think
you're very clever, don't you?
You think you can strut around here
with your musicians and get away with anything.
You even think you're different from the other minstrel bands, don't you?
Well, let me tell you something.
This hotel will be destroyed by what you've done.
What I've done?
Go on, tell me what I've done, Harry.
Ever since you've been here, I've seen it coming.
I knew it was gonna lead to disaster.
Here I am.
Told you there was nothing to worry about.
And I'm early, aren't I?
Come this way, please.
Perfect timing, Carla.
Remember I saw you with her.
I saw you with Jessie Taylor.
I saw you arguing the night she was attacked.
Everybody knows I had nothing to do with Jessie's death.
I was playing for the Prince of Wales.
And now I think the Masons are waiting for me.
The Worshipful Master
will now take wine with his personal guests.
Now, don't worry.
I know it looks a little... strange.
lt's just like an ordinary meal, really.
They can be surprisingly jolly occasions.
Not much mumbo jumbo once we get eating.
Have they ever had a singer in here before?
No, no, don't think so.
It was my idea to invite you, of course.
Don't know how it's going to go down. We'll see.
Ah, this is my friend, Leopold Fitzmaurice.
We joined the lodge together on the same day.
He very much wanted to say hello to the band, didn't you, Leopold?
Well, I know you're going to liven up our dinner no end.
Leopold Fitzmaurice?
Yes, that's his name.
It's a grand name, isn't it?
He was on the train with you, was he?
The night train
to Paris.
Leopold and I are always on trains together.
It's a pleasure meeting you.
So yes, Leopold saw me on the train.
And Horace...
over there...
Horace Verney...
Always seems to be in my compartment.
Now, I really must get back.
Ah-ah. Uh...
there's a first time for everything,
and this is absolutely a first.
The Louis Lester Band
will now give us their first number.
Where's the bloody music?
Louis.
Louis, what are you doing?
The first number we're going to play
- is... - Speak up!
"This Girl's Going Far."
Yes.
Stop the music!
Pamela.
What are you doing here so early? Uh, we're going on
somewhere after. If you'd like to join us,
by the way, that would be delightful. No, thank you.
Have you not heard the news?
What news? What's happened?
Someone has tried to assassinate the American president.
What?
Someone has tried to shoot Mr. Roosevelt.
They're all worried how this is going to affect the market.
Do you think there'll be another crash, Walter?
We need some more news.
We need some reliable news.
Ah, Louis.
What a massive pity this is.
I so wanted to see what they thought of the music.
They're only playing music.
This is ridiculous... An enormous story like this.
They've got to have an extra news bulletin, surely.
No, instead they just play Strauss Waltzes,
like they always seem to at this time of night.
Nothing can change that. Well, I definitely don't think
we're gonna get any more news from the BBC tonight.
Maybe we could try another station from abroad.
Useless.
We'll just have to wait until the morning for the newspapers.
Have you heard the news
from the U.S.? We have.
We were just trying to find out more.
I think I know where you can find out more.
I suggest you come with me.
To where?
Oh, it's quite walkable.
Stanley.
Louis. How did it go with the Masons? All right?
You must tell me about it sometime. I Will, but I have
to talk to you right now about something else. Well, not now, Louis.
Haven't you heard the news from America?
I heard they tried to kill the president.
Yes, but we don't know if he's badly injured, or dying even.
We don't know what's happened to him. But Mr. Masterson
is taking us somewhere to find out.
It's one of his, uh, mystery tours,
like his picnics. Mm.
But I can't lose him, or I won't know where they've gone.
Why don't you come, too, Louis?
Seems we're the only ones
mad enough to be out on a night like this.
Come on, Louis, keep up! We'll lose him.
So, where are we going, Walter?
Is this another party you haven't told anyone about?
You're here, too, darling!
Isn't that wonderful!
How come she knows about this?
Come inside.
Good evening, Sarah.
Sarah.
Do you know why we're here?
No. I got a telephone call
from Mr. Masterson just as I was going to bed.
He said I had to come here... He had something to show me.
Where are we?
Come on.
Come in. Come on, come on, come on, come on.
What the hell is Eric doing here?
What an incredible wireless!
It's fit for an emperor. This set here
should be able to get us any station in Europe.
Let's see what we have.
That's Radio Luxembourg.
They at least have news right into the night.
They're saying that the president-elect,
Mr. Roosevelt,
is not injured.
But the mayor of Chicago
has been shot...
and his condition is very serious.
Several other people are shot.
Good heavens!
What?
What is it? What are they saying?
They're talking about the murder in a London hotel.
The young colored singer, Jessie Taylor...
who had sung for royalty.
They're saying the police are now following new leads.
I knew it was going to be a huge story,
but I didn't realize they'd be talking about it across Europe.
I didn't realize you could speak French.
You don't know everything about him.
I can't bear it.
It's so sad to hear her voice.
It's too upsetting.
What is this place, anyway?
Don't you know?
This is going to be our new home, Stanley.
This is extraordinary.
This is our new office, this room here?
Not just this room.
It's the whole building, Stanley.
The whole building? That can't be right.
When did you buy it, Mr. Masterson?
Oh, only the other day.
I bought the wireless first,
then needed somewhere big enough to house it.
He approached me just today... Could I be so kind,
would I look at the new premises,
and see if I approved?
What an office this is.
Even the Times would be jealous of this.
Oh, they would, indeed.
There will, of course, be room for rather more staff.
And a large photographic department,
where all your photographs will be.
And all the other photographers
who will be working with you, or...
or I should say working for you.
The use of photography
is the future.
It is the future, yes.
Is-Is that a job offer?
- Was that a job offer? - Stanley.
I rather think it was.
This is so very exciting.
Wonderful.
I should choose a room which I can have my office.
Perhaps I could have half of this room?
Well, hang on, you're not having half of our room.
Maybe this would be an appropriate room?
Oh, yes, yes, this is your room, all right.
After all, it's the only one with a telephone in it. It's the first
regular job I've ever had in my life, Stanley.
With an office. The proprietor's office.
Is it absurd, me starting
this sort of thing at my age?
No, it's not absurd at all.
It's the obvious thing to do, in fact. Oh...
Of course, I might wish to be part of this too, Walter.
I think we should forget about the silly cheese idea.
Julian,
the plans are decided. I will decide my own
future, thank you.
I absolutely refuse to be told what to do.
I'm not a child, Walter.
You have to... You have to stop treating me like one,
or I'll go and work somewhere else.
What do you think, Louis?
Isn't this so divine?
We live in the age of the magazine, Mr. Lester.
They have the power to influence many things. Yes.
I'm sure it'll soon become the most talked-about magazine
- in London. - In London?
Walter's not just interested in London.
Don't be silly, Louis, how could he be interested in that?
His plans are much greater.
Of course. My mistake.
I'm sure you'll conquer the world with it. After all,
who's to stop him?
Excuse me for a moment.
If only I had a tape measure with me, I could start
planning the layout of the office immediately.
But maybe I can make some rough estimates.
Here goes. Louis,
I've got a new job. At least I think I have.
I know, I heard. STANLEY: We can have a room each, remember.
I need to talk to you.
And you can have a whole department
dedicated to electrical music.
Stanley. I think you should hear this, too.
Julian, when you get to Manhattan,
you'll see things differently.
You won't have time to worry about anything.
You can take as much time as you want,
learning one thing, then move on,
up a step, to the next thing, the next problem, Oh.
Master that... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.
Darling, you're not interrupting.
What Walter was saying was not important at all,
not in the slightest.
Just a little trip
we might be taking.
It's very cold, isn't it?
I think I might try to light
a fire in one of these rooms.
What on Earth have you been doing, Louis?
I told the police what I thought I'd seen.
You told the police
you saw Julian in the hotel
when he couldn't possibly have been there,
when he was on a train to Paris?
He got his friends to lie for him.
That's ridiculous.
What, you think all the passport controls are lying?
But then what did you do? You changed your story.
I didn't change my story,
I told them I couldn't be certain. I Wish
you hadn't told them about Julian.
Don't you realize what a stupid thing it was
to have done... To have changed your story.
What could have possessed you?
The police will have been wanting to include you
as a suspect all along. They can't.
I was playing at the airbase. They cannot make me a suspect.
Why not? They can try to prove
that you could have made it back in time.
Pamela.
I was just looking
for somewhere to light a fire.
I think next door
might be better. There's a little coal there.
You changed your story when you realized
that Julian couldn't possibly have been there.
What do you think a jury will make of that? A jury?
It's not going to come to a jury.
I'm sure it won't, there won't be a trial or...
I told you to be careful with the police,
I warned you that they would start again.
Well, you need
a lawyer, and very quickly. All right,
I'll go straight back to the hotel now. No, you won't.
Stay away from the hotel. Trust me, Louis,
I know what I'm talking about.
The police may well come for you in the morning
and you must try to be with a lawyer when they arrest you. Arrest me?
They can't arrest me, there's no evidence.
He's right, they can't arrest him.
We need to get you a lawyer.
Maybe Mr. Masterson will help.
I'm not taking any help from Mr. Masterson, I promise you,
Stanley, that's the last thing I'll do. You need to stop thinking
he's involved in some way, and Julian, too. For goodness' sake,
it's only gonna make things worse for you.
You can't say those things about them,
you just can't. You have to stop.
And they're just through there, for Christ's sake.
Well, maybe it's time they heard it.
Arthur will find Louis a lawyer.
He'll know somebody.
Yes, yes,
of course, Mr. Donaldson.
Except he doesn't get up till midday.
Hello,
who are you?
If you're selling something,
you've got to go to the back entrance.
No, no, Violetta, these are friends.
Welcome to you both.
This is, uh, Violetta, my niece.
Emily, her friend, they're staying for a couple of days.
Nice surprise to see you both.
We did telephone.
Your housekeeper said...
Said I was in bed. Well, the day
has only just begun, hasn't it?
The two of you obviously don't worry about sleep.
Come in, come in. We need
your help, Arthur.
Of course, whatever I can do.
How quickly can you get me a lawyer?
A lawyer?
About 45 minutes.
No, I don't want to exaggerate, let's say 50.
So, Neville, how soon can you come?
Yes. I-I want you to see
a friend of mine, Mr. Louis Lester.
That's right, he-he wants your advice rather urgently.
An hour?
No, no, that's excellent.
If you can make it 50 minutes,
that would be even better. Perfect.
Neville's one of the best lawyers in London.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
I have to meet my father at St. Pancras,
he's coming back today.
His train's at 2:30 and he'll worry
if I'm not there to meet him.
Of course, I haven't been home since last night.
But maybe I can get Lucy to... No, no. You must go.
I'll be fine here.
He will be.
I'll-I'll make sure that, uh,
nobody enters the house until
Louis' had some time with his lawyer.
We have a warrant for the arrest
of Mr. Louis Lester on suspicion of murder.
Well, what are you telling me about it for?
Arrest him. He's not
in his room.
He must have heard you coming, mustn't he?
Those are all of my travels, I'm afraid.
Rather egotistical to have them
all on display, I know. It was a
wonderful time, Louis.
Europe was a wonderful place.
You could go anywhere, anywhere you wished
without a passport, stroll across borders.
It was a heavenly time to be young, before the war.
Yes.
Must have been.
You're always marvelously calm, Louis.
Not today.
I'm certainly not today.
Well you've been up all night, my friend.
But I admire you so much,
how you conduct yourself...
If I'm allowed to say that...
How you don't allow yourself to be cowered.
No I don't like to be cowered, Mr. Donaldson.
And I refuse to panic now.
That's right. No reason to panic.
But just realizing
that you're going to be accused of a crime,
and a very serious crime,
and probably there's nothing you can do to stop that happening,
and somehow the evidence
is going to be adjusted
so it points straight at you.
Of course that's alarming, Louis,
but the English police,
they might not be as efficient as they claim to be,
but they-they never willfully
hang the wrong man.
What are you doing with Mr. Lester's cloak?
- It's all right. - Time for tea.
It's not nearly time for tea.
But I've made some cakes.
Mmm.
Marvelous looking cakes, you two.
They look absolutely irresistible.
There are three each. Oh.
Forgot about him.
I-I'm sure there'll be
plenty for all of us. Better take a seat, Louis.
I think we're gonna be eating these cakes
whether we like it or not for some time,
certainly until Neville gets here.
Mrs. Courtney can make us all some tea.
I see no reason why we shouldn't have two or three teas today.
It's not against the law, is it girls?
Uh, leave the knives alone Violetta.
Mrs. Courtney can cut the bread.
And maybe she'll find some of her delicious damson jam
that she keeps hidden. Oh, yes...
He's arranged another train for us.
And a jolly big picnic, too, isn't that good?
Except this time it's just you he wants to see, Louis.
I just need to meet my father.
It's better up here.
Hello?
Anybody there?
Hello.
Could you
please open this door?
Could you please open this door?
Police,
I think you know why we're here.
They took the knives.
Oh!
He's there, he's over there!
He's here, he's here, come quick!
Stanley. Oh, hello.
You look beautiful.
I'm surprised you noticed.
But then, this is such a rare thing.
What do you mean?
You and I alone.
Ah.
Well, plenty of chance for that.
You're here remarkably early.
So are you.
But then, I don't want to miss a moment
of Mr. Masterson's farewell meal.
It's not farewell really.
He's only going to the USA for business reasons.
You're very well informed of his movements all of a sudden.
Well, I've been in meetings with him all day.
You know, Julian's gonna have a job in his office in America
for a few months, at least.
Yes, I heard that.
My brother's going to be an American businessman,
and suddenly, you're his partner, too.
Mr. Masterson's.
Not a partner... but definitely a colleague.
This is such
an enormous chance for me, Pamela.
It certainly appears to be, Stanley, yes.
Oh!
Watch out, you bastards!
I'm sorry. Sorry.
I thought we'd get rid of the speeches
before the serious eating has begun.
It's always so much more relaxing that way.
In spite of us missing one or two people...
I'm sure our missing guests will be here soon.
I just wanted to thank Walter...
Or should I say "Mr. Masterson," since he's my boss now...
- For not only laying on this meal... - I thought we'd have
the ballroom to ourselves for once
since we've spent so much time here.
And it's a charming gesture.
I think we'd all agree.
So, this meal
is not only
to bid farewell to Mr. Masterson
on his trip to the United States...
Where, hopefully,
he will keep the president quite safe,
and where, hopefully, too, he will not spend too much time.
He'll be back. Don't worry.
He's only happy when he's traveling.
But this is also to celebrate
the great new venture we're embarking upon together
under Stanley and Eric's editorship.
We understand, of course,
that we're only a corner of your empire.
Not a corner, never just a corner.
But we hope, in our own way, to make many waves.
I'm so sorry
I'm late.
I was, um, held up unavoidably.
Forgive me.
I'll explain everything in a minute.
Carla has agreed to sing.
Julian,
it's the middle of the meal.
When better?
Now, until Louis arrives,
you'll have to make do with me
accompanying you.
Well, then, we'll do one very simple song, shall we?
Uh, Miss Peters?
There's a telephone call for you.
Apparently, it's urgent.
Mr. Schlesinger, please.
- Louis? - I was
just thinking about what I might do
for this hotel.
I've always liked it here.
- Where are you? - Near a church.
Where is the church?
You don't need to know that.
You can tell me where you are.
You don't trust me all of a sudden.
Why would you telephone me if you don't trust me?
I need somewhere to go.
Come here,
and we'll work out the best plan.
Come back to the hotel?
I'm not that stupid, Sarah!
What are you saying?
You don't trust any of us?
You think we've all turned against you in two days?
Can't believe you'd think like that, Louis.
Donaldson called the police.
He did not call the police!
They appeared at his house.
He's just told me what happened.
- They appeared at his house? - Yes.
Of course they're going to visit everybody you know, Louis.
They're looking for you.
And no lawyer ever turned up.
Do you know what they did?
- They locked me in as if I was... - They wanted to let you sleep.
They wanted to stop the children from disturbing you.
You've got to believe me.
Come here, Louis.
This is where people can help you.
How many times do I have to tell you
I'm not coming back to the hotel?
Then I'll meet you somewhere else, wherever you like.
The police are going to arrest you.
They have to find me first.
You can't run away from them!
I can get out of the country.
You'll never manage that on your own!
You have to meet me.
I can't bear the thought that you don't trust me.
You have to trust somebody, Louis, you have to!
Maybe I don't.
I think this will be a lot easier if I don't trust anyone.
Louis, you have to remember...
What do I have to remember?
Who I am? Is that what you mean?!
That is what I mean, but not in that way.
Please listen to me.
Not everybody thinks like me and Stanley.
Not everybody wants to help you.
No, Sarah, that's where you're wrong.
That's what I've just found out.
You think just the same as everyone else.
Thank you for being so patient,
and don't be concerned.
I'm going to see a doctor now.
Was that Louis?
He's on his way?
That was Louis.
He's not on his way.
Well, that is a disappointment.
We won't have a proper chance to say good-bye.
How strange that Louis isn't here.
I wouldn't have thought he'd want to miss this.
Stop playing, Julian!
Julian,
will you stop, playing?
- Delicious. - Lovely.
Mm-hmm. Lovely.
I have my own toast to propose.
To pay tribute
to how everybody seems to be working for you now,
- Mr. Masterson. - I'm not.
Carla isn't.
Everybody, that is, except for me,
and I am sure that's how it should be,
because I have no specialty of any kind,
and am quite unqualified for regular work.
But I am sure it is a wonderful thing
to be working for Mr. Masterson.
And he will take care of my brother,
I am sure, too,
in his career over the ocean.
I'll only be gone for a while.
Because my brother is a very sensitive person.
So...
my toast.
What is my toast?
My toast is to you.
I am sure you will all prosper
in the ways that you want,
in what you've set your hearts on.
By working for Mr. Masterson.
And to our benefactor, Mr. Masterson.
Hear! Hear!
Thank you, Pamela,
for your generous speech.
And I just want to add, because we have an empty chair,
I'm sure that before this meal is over,
Mr. Lester will be joining us.
Well,
it's, uh, copy night at the magazine.
Our last edition
at the old place.
And though
it has been put to bed,
think I'll go back there.
No, no, no, Eric, I'll do this.
I just, uh,
feel the need.
Thank you.
Our last edition in the old place, Rosie.
I thought I'd take one more look.
It's just what Mr. Wax is doing, too. Really?
Didn't realize he was that sentimental.
Are you sure you're doing the right thing, Stanley?
Letting Mr. Masterson buy our magazine?
Absolutely.
Without a doubt.
We'll have no control... at all.
We have to grow! Don't you see?
Rosie, this is gonna
change all our lives, not just for a few months. Forever.
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