(theme music playing)
- (wind howling) - (bats screeching)
Take a good look at this man...
John Cartwright, shortly making his first public appearance
for eight years.
He went inside for the Hatton Garden raid.
Close on £200,000 worth of uncut stones
that were never recovered.
Man: Will he lead us to them?
It'll be at least a year before he makes a move.
I'm more interested in the convention
waiting to welcome him back,
all top men.
We will be represented.
He may remember you, Yorke,
so I'm passing this one to Williams.
You all remember this one.
The press went to town on it.
Worth half a million.
This is a large organization.
We should've had a lead on it by now.
Smith, you better join Pemdleton on this.
I want some results by next week.
Our old friend Ines Cordoba as she looks today.
Nothing's changed much, except the outside decoration.
She's in London at the moment
for the Brazilian trade agreement.
Negotiations will be delicate.
A leak could cause a lot of trouble.
As you know, Inez makes friends easily.
I want to know all her contacts, all right, Marks?
Telephone's already been taken care of.
(horn honks)
- Hello. - Hello, Iris. How's business?
Not bad. A bit cold.
Oh, it's early yet.
It'll warm up later.
How about you starting it up, then?
Buy me a drink?
You know me, pleasure before business.
I'll be back.
(laughs)
Hello, darling. You coming in for a drink?
James Morgan, special Whitehall courier
bringing back diplomatic papers
from the UNO conference.
Landed at London airport, disappeared.
Keep an eye open for him.
Uh, Steed?
You look a bit under the weather.
- Are you all right? - Perfectly.
Then why are you late?
I had trouble with the weather.
You haven't worked for me before.
For your information, I expect everybody on my team
to attend these briefings on time.
If you can't do that, I don't see how
you expect to keep ahead of the opposition.
For your information...
I've been working here for some time.
So far, I've managed to keep ahead of the opposition.
All right, gentlemen, thank you.
That'll be all.
Steed, I haven't finished.
I have a job for you.
Good.
Just a routine chore.
Oh.
A civil servant called Trevelyan
walked onto a railway line yesterday
with a suicide note in his pocket.
- Why? - His wife ran out on him.
- Another man? - No, she just got bored with him.
They seem to have led a pretty secluded life.
She had the dominant personality
and when she left him, he went to pieces.
Why are we interested?
He handled international codes,
top secret work.
We have to check that it was a genuine suicide.
Unless we can prove this, it means changing all our codes.
You want me to go to the inquest?
No, that's all been taken care of.
You'll handle the office side.
(chuckles)
Office work isn't quite my line.
I can't help feeling...
It'll do you good to get in some paperwork, Steed.
There are no lone wolves on my team, Steed.
Just old foxes.
(doorbell buzzes)
- Mrs. Trevelyan? - Yes?
My name is Steed, John Steed.
May I have a word with you about your husband?
Yes, of course. Won't you come in?
Thank you.
Did you know my husband?
Uh, yes. We worked together.
I see.
I've been sent here to see if he had any official papers.
Are you going away?
Yes, I'm flying over to Ireland to stay with my mother.
Good idea.
Now, his effects, Mrs. Trevelyan.
Is there any way I can help?
Oh, that's very kind of you, Mr. Steed,
but I have dealt with everything and there were no papers.
He never brought work home.
Yes, well, if that's all, Mr. Steed...
There is just one point.
This was found in the jacket that your husband was wearing.
- Oh, what is it? - Ticket for an amusement park.
- Wonderland? - Do you know it?
No.
Curious place for a ciphers expert to visit, isn't it?
I don't see why.
(whirring)
(clicks)
Sheba!
Ooh, you naughty dog, where are you?
Excuse me, can I help you?
Did you read the notice? We're closed.
Well, my dog ran away, you see. I came to find her.
This is private property. You'll want to keep it under control.
- I'm very sorry. - You're trespassing, you know.
Look, I'll pay for admission, if you like, eh?
Yes, you can do that.
At 6:00 when we open, hmm?
All right, sorry.
Sheba?
(whistles)
Sheba?
She got my picture.
I thought I told you to stay inside.
What are you going to do?
I'll deal with her.
(snaps)
(humming)
(piano playing in distance)
Okay, boys. Let's try one.
In five seconds from now.
(music playing)
♪ There's nothing like love ♪
♪ It's a grand, grand feeling ♪
♪ It really is a gift from up above ♪
♪ What else in the universe thrills you so? ♪
♪ Nothing ♪
♪ No, there's nothing like love ♪
♪ There's nothing on Earth that is more appealing ♪
♪ Than walking with your fellow hand in glove ♪
♪ What else gives a person that sweet, warm glow? ♪
♪ Nothing ♪
♪ No, there's nothing like love ♪
♪ If I ever meet the boy ♪
♪ What a lucky girl I'll be ♪
♪ There might be greater joy ♪
♪ Well, if there is, you tell me ♪
♪ There's nothing like love when the dawn comes stealing ♪
♪ And suddenly the stars have lost their light ♪
♪ You'll look in his eyes and he'll sigh and say ♪
♪ "Thanks for a wonderful night" ♪
♪ And then you're all alone ♪
♪ The sky is bright above ♪
♪ A girl is so aware that there is nothing ♪
♪ No, there's nothing like love ♪
♪ Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing ♪
♪ No, there's nothing like ♪
♪ Love. ♪
That's, well, that's a bit... bit early morning.
We'll try a tougher one in a couple minutes.
Go get yourselves some coffee.
Oh, thanks.
See they get some downstairs, will you?
How's everything?
Oh, fine, thanks.
I'm not used to singing this time of the morning, though.
(coughs) The next one will be better, I hope.
Well, none of us are at our best at this hour.
(both chuckle)
How's the photography? You looking after my camera?
Of course. It's a bit complicated, though.
However, I did manage to take those pictures
- at Wonderland for you. - Good.
What do you want them for?
It's for a friend of mine.
He's gonna open a little arcade...
Hey, it's somewhere out near where you live.
- Manchester? - That's right, yes.
I was a little busy, otherwise I'd have done it myself.
Anyway, I thought you'd like to see
really how a professional's camera worked.
All right, I'll believe you. Thousands wouldn't.
Come on, I'll show you what I took, eh?
Oh, Peter?
Give me a shout when you're ready.
I'm just gonna pop to the dressing room.
All right, love. We shan't be long.
(humming)
Heck!
Your camera!
Hey, it's been pinched!
Oh, no!
- Hey, when'd you use it? - Yesterday.
Is the film still in it?
Yes, I took some pictures of Sheba.
Oh, no, not yours.
I've had yours developed. They're right here.
Oh.
I say, I'm ever so sorry about your camera.
Don't worry about it. It was insured.
- Good. - (chuckles) Quite good.
And that's quite good.
That's overexposed. And that.
Venus: Well, F8 at 50's just double Dutch to me, mate.
When did you say you took these?
Yesterday.
I only collected them from the chemist this morning.
What's wrong?
- You see that man? - Hey, I didn't see him there.
No, of course you didn't. You caught him in the mirror.
- That's very interesting. - Why?
He died last week.
- Any trouble? - No.
There it is.
Good girl.
Just to make sure...
It's a nice camera.
(chuckles)
It's yours.
Oh, thanks.
Like this brooch?
Like what? Where'd you get that?
It was around.
Look, Betty, I thought I told you...
Oh, what's it to do with you?
You got me to follow the girl and bring back the camera.
So don't complain when I make it worth my while.
I'd have dealt with that.
It's all right for you to talk.
When it suits you, you'll do a flit.
What happens to us then?
You can come with me.
- Where to? - Well, I'm going places. Warm, interesting places.
You?
Hmm, I'll think about it.
Well, think hard, Betty.
I'm closing this place at the end of the month.
What's Mr. Brown say about that?
Look, honey, you can move on and up with me.
Doing what, pinching cameras?
(curtain rustles)
Man: I didn't hear you knock.
You seem to forget that I own this place, and her,
so keep your hands in your pockets, will you?
Scream a little for Mr. Brown, Betty.
It makes him feel wanted around here.
- You get a bit above yourself sometimes, don't you? - Put the kettle on, Betty.
I'd like to talk to Mr. Brown.
Now, get this straight, Brown,
because I'm only gonna say it once.
You're hiding Trevelyan, not me.
This is your place.
I only have to make one anonymous telephone call...
When I agreed to this, I never knew who Trevelyan was.
Ah, but you do now, don't you?
You're an accessory before, during, and after.
That's why you'll do exactly as I say.
(machines clinking, chiming)
All the fun of the fair.
Let's have a go on this one, too.
- There you are. - Thank you.
Oh.
Now, where did you take those photographs?
In the hall of mirrors. Come on, I'll show you.
No.
Yeah, I was standing just about here.
Uh-huh.
Now you tell me when you can see me in the mirror.
Now.
Hey.
The only place that man could've come from is in there.
- (screams) - (laughs)
Come on in and get scared.
- After you. - After you.
- (bats screeching) - (wind howling)
Steed?
(man laughs maniacally)
Steed, where are you?
(man laughing maniacally)
Venus: Steed!
(woman screams faintly)
(door opens)
Are you looking for something?
For someone, actually.
In here?
Yes, I want to find a Mr. Trevelyan.
Perhaps you've heard of him.
Look, mate, I've got a job to do...
Keeping unauthorized persons off the premises.
Now, look, I don't want trouble any more than you, okay?
There's a picture of him.
No, I never seen him before.
Pity, thought you might have.
- (woman screaming) - Steed? Steed, where are you?
Oh, don't be daft. Stop mucking about.
(funhouse noises continue)
(gasps)
Oh, you great nit. Where have you been?
(laughs) I was having a look around.
Oh, let's get out of this place.
It gives me the creeps.
Come on, why don't we go through here?
Oh, I didn't enjoy that one bit.
I don't know what you see in this place.
I can't understand your friend wanting to open one of these.
Neither can I, but you got a beautiful teddy bear.
Come on, I'll take you home.
Here, I say, Strong.
Oh, look here. Get your feet off my desk. Do you mind?
- How much am I paying you? - Not enough.
- How much? - £200.
£200 just for the use of this arcade
for a few weeks, no questions asked.
Isn't that enough?
If I'd known what you were up to, I never would've agreed to it.
(laughs) But you did, didn't you?
Now you're in this as deeply as we are.
All right? Now, what do you want?
Well, you remember that girl with the dog
that was here the other afternoon?
- What about her? - Well, she's been here again.
- So? - There was a man with her this time.
I caught him prowling around the control room.
- Did they find anything? - No, of course not.
But he had a photograph of Trevelyan with him.
- He what? - Yes, he asked me if I knew him.
- Where are they now? - They've gone.
I think his name is Steed. I heard the girl calling for him.
I see.
Well, keep an eye open for this man.
If he comes back again,
you'll have to start earning that £200, won't you?
So, a man on the railway line wearing Trevelyan's clothes,
identified by Trevelyan's wife,
and with a suicide note in his pocket
in Trevelyan's handwriting...
was not Trevelyan?
No.
So?
So, he's still alive.
A snapshot of a man reflected in a mirror
isn't very much to go on, is it?
Mm-mm.
- What about Mrs. Trevelyan? - She could be lying.
- Why? - That's what I've got to find out.
- And the suicide note? - A forgery.
If Trevelyan really is alive, he could be in on the deal.
Look, if you can prove that he's still alive,
then we can change all the codes.
Might be a good idea anyway. We'd be on the safe side.
It's not that simple.
In the meantime, you'd better alert all air and seaports.
Look, if he takes fright and goes for cover,
we've lost him altogether.
Give me 48 hours.
For a man who says he's such a long way ahead,
24 hours should be enough.
Touché.
(door closes)
(horns honking)
(door opens, closes)
- Good evening, Iris. - Good evening.
It's a little cold.
It doesn't look like letting up, does it?
No, it doesn't.
By the way, how's young David?
- Is he better? - Oh, much better, thanks.
- The doctor says he'll be up soon. - Good.
I'm awfully grateful for all you did.
Oh, now, don't worry about that.
I left my husband because I couldn't bear living with him.
It would've been hypocritical of me
to pretend that I'm heartbroken.
You don't blame yourself for his death?
Well, why should I?
Mm-hmm.
Well, you must be glad to get away from these surroundings.
I'm not running away from poignant memories, if that's what you mean.
You must've been living under quite a strain.
After all, that identification couldn't have been easy.
- It wasn't. - Did you just glance, look away?
I didn't need to examine the body for birthmarks.
Could you be mistaken?
What makes you think I might've been?
You see the man reflected in that mirror?
That's your husband, isn't it?
Yes.
That was taken a week after the man was found on the railway line.
This must be quite a shock for you.
No, it isn't. I know Victor's alive.
But you identified another man as your husband.
I had to. They'd have killed Victor if I'd refused.
- Who are they? - I don't know.
They tried to bribe him, and when he refused, they threatened him.
Why didn't you go to the police?
Well, I... Mr. Steed, I lied to you
when I told you that I'd left him.
We love each other very much.
You see, I'd rather be married to a live traitor than a dead hero.
The man found on the railway line
- wearing your husband's clothes... - I don't know.
Your husband must've agreed to it.
No, I can't believe that.
But that is absolutely certain.
- He must've done. - No, he can't have done.
Are you quite sure you haven't seen him?
Quite sure.
Then why are you still here? You were going to Ireland.
They told me to wait here for a message.
Maybe they'll tell me where Victor is.
I hope so...
for all our sakes.
- Strong: Yes, sir. - (music playing)
Yes, I quite understand, but I...
I've got to close this place at the end of the month.
Well, Thursday, at the latest.
Things are holding up.
Yes, sir.
Well, what about Jimmy's place?
Well, it's always worked before.
Yes, yes.
All right, but please make it soon.
Any idea when you're leaving yet?
Don't be impatient, Brown. Just a few more days.
Seems the police are not quite satisfied that Trevelyan's dead.
So we have to lie low a while longer.
All right.
If you've got any other plans, you'd better forget them, hmm?
We'll see about that.
(music playing)
♪ I know where I'm going ♪
♪ And I know who's going with me ♪
♪ I know who I love ♪
♪ But the dear knows who I'll marry ♪
♪ I have stockings of silk ♪
♪ Shoes of fine green leather ♪
♪ Combs to buckle my hair ♪
♪ And a ring for every finger ♪
♪ Some say he's black ♪
♪ But I say he's bonny ♪
♪ The fairest of them all ♪
♪ My handsome, winsome Johnny ♪
♪ Feather beds are soft ♪
♪ Painted rooms are bonny ♪
♪ But I would leave them all ♪
♪ To go with my love, Johnny ♪
♪ I know where I'm going ♪
♪ And I know who's going with me ♪
♪ I know who I love ♪
♪ But the dear knows who ♪
♪ I'll marry. ♪
Excellent, everyone. That's coming along beautifully.
Um, that's it for today.
See you at 4:30 tomorrow.
(humming)
(gunshots firing)
- Hello. - Hello.
- You given Trevelyan his dinner yet? - Yes.
- How is he? - All right.
Though, personally, I don't understand why he's so valuable.
Well, apparently he is.
Where's he going to?
I don't know.
Somewhere where he'll be appreciated, I shouldn't wonder.
- What about his wife? - How do you know he's got a wife?
He told me.
I wonder what it'd be worth to her
to be reunited with her husband?
Now, look here, Betty. Don't you be a fool.
This fella Strong will stop at nothing.
(gunshot fires)
May I?
Mrs. Trevelyan: Again, Mr. Steed?
I just came to see if you had any news.
Did they give you any idea when they'd contact you?
No.
But a woman telephoned me today.
She said that she knows where Victor is.
I'm to meet her tomorrow night at 9:00 with £500 cash.
- At Wonderland? - Yes.
I'll be there, too.
Good.
(music playing)
(rings)
Hello? Yes, sir.
Good.
Yes, we'll be there.
- Brown? - Hmm?
Organize a car for tomorrow night at 11:30 for three.
Who's the third one going to be?
Just do it, Brown.
Anything so long as you're going.
Well, Betty, this is your last chance.
You're not interested in me.
(laughs)
Clever girl, but if I've got you,
Brown will keep his mouth shut, won't he?
(item clanks)
(rings)
Hello.
Tea or coffee?
Tea, please.
Uh, no milk and no sugar.
Have you got any little...
Little cakes?
Little cakes coming up.
Excuse me.
May I ask you where you got that brooch?
I was given it years ago by a friend.
It's very unusual, isn't it?
Do you like it?
Yes, my mother gave me one for my 18th birthday just like that.
Lucky you.
Look, why don't you just give me back my brooch and the camera
and I'll forget all about it, eh?
Are you accusing me of stealing?
Yes.
- Yes, I am. - Strong: Betty!
What's going on?
It's that girl with the camera.
I can see that.
What has she said?
Well, can I help you?
Are you the owner of this place?
Yes.
Then will... make... You make that girl
give me back my property?
She says I pinched her brooch.
- Venus: And camera. - I never set eyes on you before.
Possibly you're mistaken.
I can assure you I'm not.
Now, are you going to give me back my things,
or do I have to go to the police?
It's my brooch.
Right, well, we'll see about that.
Excuse me.
Please get out of my way.
That wasn't very clever of you, young girl, was it?
Now what are we going to do about you, huh?
Peter: Steed? Steed?
Stay there. I want a word with you.
- Now, look here, mister... - Oh, good evening.
Good evening, but perhaps you can tell me
what's happened to your friend Miss Smith.
I was going to ask you the same question.
Well, she should've been here at half past 4:00 this afternoon.
That's unlike Venus.
I hope she's all right.
So do I.
(music playing)
Oh, give us a cup of tea, my love.
My feet are killing me.
Things are a little bit quiet tonight.
I think I'll give them another 10 minutes and lock up.
- Have you fixed the car? - Yep.
I shan't be sorry to see the back of that man.
- He wants me to go with him. - Why?
He wants to make sure nobody calls the police after he's gone.
Do you want to go?
Of course not.
He's got money, you know?
We will have soon.
What do you mean by that?
- You know Trevelyan? - What about him?
I think his wife might be interested to know where he is.
So interested, in fact, that she might be prepared to pay for it.
Now look here, Betty. I told you you can't fool around with Strong.
Well, we've got to do something.
Look, he paid me to keep my mouth shut and you do the same.
- Mike? - Hmm?
How much longer are you gonna go on running this arcade?
What? This is my life, girl. And yours.
I promised your brother I'd always look after you. You know that.
Oh, I can't bear to watch Strong walk all over you.
We've got to get out of here.
When he's done this job, he'll only be back for more.
Well, I'd rather that than see you get into trouble.
Now, look here, keep Strong happy.
Do anything he asks. Promise me?
- All right. - Okay.
I'll go lock up, then.
How good they are.
Good evening.
I'll have a coffee, please. Black.
(chuckles, whistles)
You're quiet here tonight.
Oh, this place laid down and died
after the first week of this cold.
What are you doing here?
Are you an eccentric, likes lousy weather?
(chuckles) Could be.
No, I'm looking for a girl.
Oh, what sort do you prefer?
Blonde, medium height, about 20...
wearing a blue mac.
No, I haven't seen one like that.
Excuse me.
Strong? Strong, are you up there?
There's a man looking for that girl you've got.
- How do you know? - He described her exactly.
Mr. Steed.
Well, carry on as if nothing happened.
I'll handle it.
All right.
Would you like another cup of coffee?
Well, I could have it added to. Thank you very much.
It's on the house.
Well.
Have you got a date or something
with that girl you were looking for?
If I had, I could conceivably give it a miss.
Really?
Sugar?
You know, I could hardly believe my eyes.
Bloomin' cheek of it.
Wearing it just two minutes after she pinched it like that.
Well, I said to her there and then,
"You give me back my brooch and my camera."
And before I could say, "Jack Robinson,"
I found myself locked up in here.
Steed and his bloomin' photographs.
I should never have let him send me here in the first place.
Who sent you?
Venus: Hey, you're that man in the photograph.
But you're dead.
(whirrs)
Well, everything all right?
No, I'm bored.
Well, you won't be much longer.
And why?
We're moving you tonight.
I see.
Where are we going?
Switzerland first.
Then on from there by rail.
What if someone recognizes me?
(chuckles) They won't.
How can you be sure?
Because you'll be traveling in this.
What about me?
Oh, we'll have one of those for you, too.
(gasps)
Who runs the place, then?
Mr. Brown.
I've heard that one before.
Is he in?
No, I don't think so.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Not at the moment.
Well, I'd better be going. Thanks for the coffee.
You know something?
You'd make someone a great wife.
You're welcome.
(laughs)
(curtains rustle)
Mrs. Trevelyan?
- Yes? - In here.
Did you bring the money?
Well, yes.
£500?
Yes.
Give it me.
How do I know my husband's all right?
Betty: The sooner you give it to me, the sooner you'll know.
All right, then, take me to him.
- The money first. - When I know my husband is safe.
- The money. - My husband.
The husband.
My vote decides. Where is he?
It's worth more than that £500 to tell you, Mr. Steed.
I must know where my husband is hidden.
- Give it to her. - All right.
Well? Come on.
Betty!
You again. Well, who are you, mister, anyway?
I want to know where Mr. Trevelyan is hidden.
I told you to keep your mouth shut, didn't I?
I did it for us.
I told you not to get mixed up in this.
Okay, take that money up to the office.
Go on, get away, do as I say.
- Look here, my husband... - All right, missus, we'll talk about this later.
Very well.
Now, again, mister, I don't know who you are,
but I think you're dealing with something too big for you to handle.
I've got to find Mr. Trevelyan.
He's working on important government secrets.
It's imperative that I find him.
If you're hiding him, you'll be in trouble.
If you tell me where he is, it'll be easier for you.
Well, I don't know, I...
Don't worry. I'll settle Strong for you.
Okay, through here.
You're a fool, Brown. You never learn, do you?
Now, look here, Strong. We were sent to... oh!
(gunshot fires)
(grunting)
- (gunshot fires) - Ah!
(groans)
(grunting)
Strong, up we get. Come on.
Not yet, Mr. Steed.
Stay where you are.
Strong, go and find Betty, get that arm fixed.
Come on.
Steed, this way.
Congratulations. A couple of traitors in one family.
- Where are you going? - Nowhere.
Good. Help me with this.
(water gurgling)
- How'd you do this? - Never mind.
There's a bullet in there, isn't there?
Don't ask so many questions.
What's happened to Brown? Where is he?
- I said don't ask so many questions. - Where is he?
He's dead. I did. Go on, get on with it.
This is bad. I think I'd better get a doctor.
Now, stay where you are.
You were going just now, weren't you?
You were going to give me the slip.
(gasps)
That was very silly of you, Betty.
Very silly.
Steed, oh, am I glad to see you.
I'd have got here sooner if I could.
They looking after you?
I'm still alive, if that's what you mean.
All right, shut up.
You keep him covered.
Please, Steed.
Oh, where are you going, eh?
That's none of your business.
Yes, it is, you know. I have to sign an awful lot of forms
when you fellas disappear.
That'll be somebody else's worry this time.
(grunts)
Why are you doing this, sonny?
I can answer that one, Mr. Steed.
Money, it's as simple as that.
How long has the lack of money worried you?
All our lives.
And what have we got to look forward to at the end of it all?
A miserable little pension? We're nobodies, Steed.
You, Victor, and everyone else
who does this kind of work for his country.
Why the gramophone?
When the record finishes,
it completes an electrical circuit that sets off an explosion.
Very simple.
And usually quite reliable.
Have we got a choice of records?
No, I'm afraid not.
Are you ready?
Yes.
This will only give us about three minutes.
(music playing)
(knife clatters)
Strong? Strong?
Trevelyan: Where is he?
Well, I don't know.
Well, what do we do now?
Well, we can't do anything without him.
He's got the passports and all the money.
(sighs)
Why did you have to come here?
Because Betty said she'd show me where you were hidden.
I'd already told Strong that she was double-crossing him,
trying to get the money out of us.
Why did you bring it?
Because I had to get Steed here somehow.
Oh, don't be stupid. It wasn't money I gave her.
When did we ever have 500 po...
Mrs. Trevelyan: Strong?
Trevelyan: He's dead.
(music continues playing)
He hadn't said a word to me.
He just sat there.
You know they were going to take him out of here in a coffin.
Very nice.
He might've been locked up in here for weeks.
Look, love, do you think you could try and get into my pocket?
The coat pocket, left one?
(groans)
Oh.
Who do you think I am, Houdini?
I wish you were.
Michael? Mike, where are you?
Shh, shh.
What's that?
I think I... I think I heard someone.
Are you sure?
Betty: Mike! Mike!
Betty.
Betty!
Steed: See the gramophone?
Oh, no, don't touch it.
Turn off the main power, quickly.
Good girl. Now, reach in my left-hand pocket.
There's a knife in there.
- (groans) - Just in time.
Fine.
(grunts) Right, don't move.
Give me the knife.
Oh, oh, thanks.
Well, don't tell me daydreams.
We'd better get off to the police
before the Trevelyans get too far.
Yes.
Oh.
(sighs) It's all right, girly. I'm gonna be all right.
Oh, that's all right.
(humming)
Hello, love. You ready to go?
Hello, yes, just about.
Hello, Sheba, Mama, come here.
My favorite model girl, eh?
Hey, by the way, I found my camera in Brown's office.
Oh, I'm glad.
And if you ever want to use it again, you're welcome.
Not on your life. I'm gonna take up knitting, eh, Sheba?
I've got a present for you here.
How smashing.
There we are.
It'll take the place of the one that Betty pinched from you.
It's gorgeous.
What is it?
It's the astrological sign for Venus.
There.
- It's gorgeous. - I'm glad you like it.
Come on, I've got another surprise for you.
Yeah?
Have you ever been to the Richmond Horse Show?
(theme music playing)