Animal calls — owl hoots
Woman chuckles
indistinct chati'er
So, how about it, Nancy?
A comedy? About nuclear weapons?
Satire.
Mocking your husband and his government for being so in love with them.
She chuckles
Charles would be furious.
Please write it. — he laughs
ah! God, my husband's dull.
People aren't interested in bombs.
They want romance, seduction.
And me.
Isn't that right, professor? — he grunts
yes, mrs Kelly. — please forgive my wife, professor.
The film parts are drying up and so is her self—respect.
Charles.
We were about to report you as a missing person.
Well, you know the pm loves to chat, darling.
You alright there, professor?
Er, yes, minister.
He's worried about poor Mary's headache, aren't you, professor?
He grunts — Nancy: So am I.
The poor girl didn't look at all well.
Go and check on her, please will you, Alice?
She screams
Camera clicks — Felix: Mary sparkes, 22 years old
secretary to the country's chief scientific advisor.
You know who Springs to mind?
Marilyn Monroe?
Sister boniface: Victor Dean.
Found at the bottom of the stairs in "murder must advertise".
Turned out he'd been killed by a catapult.
Right. Well eagle—eyed Felix here noticed something odd about this one.
The cut on her head, it's quite deep.
I thought—— — sister boniface: Oh yes, so we would have
expected some arterial spray.
No sign of ecchymosis, either. — ecchymosis?
There's no bruising.
In other words...
Young Mary was already dead when she fell down the stairs.
Are you sure?
I'd bet my lord Peter whimsey collection on it.
She giggles oh, jolly good work, sergeant.
Sister boniface: Oh. — Felix: What is it, sister?
Sister: It's her pupils.
They're like pin—pricks.
Suggests some kind of toxin.
The minister of defence and poisoning.
Something tells me this is going to get messy.
The maid who found her is on her way.
Ah, poor girl. — camera clicks
all that champagne must have affected her balance.
Inspector, might I have a word?
Sam:
Charles sighs
now this is a delicate time for our government.
Can I urge you to keep news of this...
Terrible accident from the press, at least for the time being?
I'll do what I can, minister.
Here's Alice now.
He sighs
This is quite the get—up. Do you have a nurse's outfit as well?
She sighs I'm working on a story
and it just got a whole lot bigger.
Enlighten us, but keep your voice down.
Well, as you all know, Charles streatham is everybody's bet for next pm.
He's also champion of the government's traditional values campaign.
Ah yes, monogamy, abstention, religion. A most commendable initiative.
Also known as the campaign for the end of fun.
Go on. — well, I picked up rumours
that mr "traditional values" was in fact having an affair
so I pulled in a favour with a contact in the kitchen here.
And? — Ruth: The rumours are true.
Or should I say, they were true.
Mary sparkes? — Felix: Good lord.
I saw the proof.
Which was? — a look between them.
Mary then claimed a headache and went to bed.
Moments later, Charles said he had a phone call with the prime minister.
You call that "proof"?
Well, it's enough for me to run a story
under the headline "murder of defence supremo's mistress."
Who said anything about murder?
Oh spare me, Sam. The sister doesn't get called in for accidents.
I'm saying nothing. — she gasps
sister.
Look me in the eye and tell me the girl slipped.
I rest my case.
Fine. But you have to leave the house now.
Or I stay and help you find the killer.
Er—— — think about it, Sam.
I can go anywhere. Listen in on conversations you can't get near.
She's right. Extra pair of eyes and ears and all that.
Oh, I'll do anything you ask me to.
You do not publish until I say so.
And you never, ever tell anyone you are in this house.
Deal.
He sighs
you have previous on breaking your word.
Oh, I won't this time.
He scoffs
Poisoned.
Only according to a nun, darling. Let's be clear about this.
How utterly thrilling. — oh, it's nonsense.
If that girl was poisoned, it was with too much champagne.
And you are, um...
Anthony Kelly, the playwright?
The far—left yin to Charles's centralist Yang?
Ivy and I go back to Cambridge.
His nickname for me, don't ask.
And we all know who you are, mrs Kelly.
I very much liked "my lover, the martian".
Oh, please... call me Jocelyn.
Jocelyn.
This was supposed to be a working weekend.
So sorry. You are?
Professor azim Thomas.
Mod's chief scientific advisor.
So Mary sparkes was your secretary, professor Thomas?
Azim: Yes.
The best a man could have.
How well did you know Mary, minister?
Not at all well, I'm afraid.
Sorry, I don't mean to be insensitive, but how long will this take?
Only I have a very important audition on Monday.
Ah, well, you must all remain in the house until further notice.
Er, but inspector, if one of us is a killer
aren't we all in great danger if we stay here?
There'll be a police presence round the clock
but I certainly would stay vigilant.
My dad reckons world war III is coming and the Russians are going to destroy us all.
Your father is an excellent butcher, Peggy.
Let's just hope he's a terrible prophet.
Door creaks open
oh, minister... — Charles: Sister.
Any um... progress?
Not yet.
Still. Early days.
Right. Well...
Carry on.
What was that all about?
I suspect he may have been looking...
For this.
"My study. 10:30 pm. Think Marilyn Monroe. C, kiss."
An assignation coinciding with the time of Mary's death.
"From c." — miss penny was right.
It would seem so, though I'll have to compare handwriting samples.
Mary, heart racing, no doubt, came here to prepare for her tryst.
Moments later she died on the stairs.
So where was the poison hidden?
Peggy: Fervour. Audrey hepburn wears that.
The world's most expensive perfume, according to woman's hour.
Sister boniface: New box, just opened.
I wonder.
She gasps
my, my!
It must be destiny.
On Monday, I'm auditioning for a Hollywood musical...
As a nun.
Oh gosh. — Jocelyn: She's a free spirit.
Falls in love with a father of seven.
Ends up fleeing the Nazis.
Sounds just like sister hildegard.
Married a chiropodist from peterborough
and now has four boys under six.
They chuckle — the songs are all pretty forgettable
but I do it for the money.
It's down to me or...
She whispers: Julie Andrews.
Well, the very best of luck with that.
You know, sister
I find it incredibly helpful to prepare in the clothes of my character.
I don't suppose you could lend me a wimple?
Oh, um... yes. No, I don't see why not.
Wonderful! Maybe there is a god after all.
A nun?
She must be a very, very good actress.
Sister?
Look at this.
Sister: Another candidate for our poison.
Sam sighs
Sam: Well...
Felix: Good morning, sister. — Sam: Morning.
Did you pull an all—nighter?
Well, as miss bronte says, a ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
Ha! Spare wimple, sister?
Oh yes, that's for Jocelyn Kelly.
Turns out she's something of a method actor.
So, my research tells me
miss Jocelyn Kelly has only remained fully clothed in one film.
A remake of little women.
Play to your strengths, I say.
Anything else on any of our suspects?
Well, professor Thomas has some serious scientific pedigree.
Did you know he once ran the nation's chemical weapons programme
at porton down? — chemical weapons? He doesn't seem the type.
So is this definitely the minister's handwriting?
Well, the alignment, the pressure, the flourishes on the ys and ts
unquestionably.
Felix: Huh. So much for mr "traditional values".
Mm. Any joy with our mo?
Well, no nasties found in Mary's champagne glass, water or soap.
But, er, she used this perfume for the first time
just before she died and, um...
Using good, old—fashioned distillation
and chromatography I extracted this.
My spectrometer is trying to put a name to it
but, um, it's unpleasant, unstable
and most definitely not a standard ingredient of fervour.
So this is our poison? — sister boniface: Oh...
It seems highly likely.
Superlative work as ever, sister.
Any prints? — only Mary's, I'm afraid.
Sam: Ah, shame.
Still, it seems if we find who gave her that doctored perfume
we should find our killer. — yeah.
And I know just where to start.
Charles: So.
How can I help you, gentlemen?
Felix: We have confirmed that this is your handwriting, minister.
According to this, you were with Mary at the time she died.
Honesty is probably best, given the circumstances.
He sighs
mrs streatham must not hear about this, do you understand?
Sam sighs
I waited here for half an hour, but she didn't turn up.
I assumed she'd gone to bed.
So you went to check.
No. I went straight back to the sitting room.
Felix: You gave this to Mary.
I've never seen that before.
Well, she couldn't have afforded it herself.
Unless she had another wealthy lover.
I'm obliged to ask this, minister.
Was Mary blackmailing you?
He scoffs
what? — Felix: Your reputation
your chances of getting into downing street all depended on Mary keeping quiet.
Your marriage too, by the sounds of it.
Oh, don't be absurd!
There wasn't a malicious bone in that girl's body.
God bless her soul.
What a hypocrite. — but is he a murderer, though, Felix?
Poison requires planning
and a government minister would surely choose somewhere more discreet than his own home.
Ok, I'll go see what I can find on the other suspects.
Good man. Sam pats his back
door clicks — good god.
So what do you wear in bed, sister?
Sister boniface: Oh! Ha—ha, er...
Well, um, I can't lie. I've always had a soft spot for woolworth's pyjamas.
She giggles
here's my captain Von trapp.
He's certainly handsome enough. — Sam laughs nervously
I want you to run a scene with me.
Uh, acting's not really my thing.
From "so, Maria". — right. Er...
"So, Maria, have you found what you are looking for?"
III think I have."
Um, "I know I have.
I love you."
"Oh. Captain."
Er... — glass smashes
oh! Butter fingers.
Um, I'd better go and give Alice a hand.
But captain, we haven't finished our scene.
Ahem, leave the man alone, for god's sake.
They're only auditioning her because the director owes me a favour.
Jocelyn: Hm. — she hasn't got a hope in hell.
I hope you burn in hell.
Never marry an actress.
Oh, um, I'm heading back to the lab.
My spectrometer calls.
Oh, the uh, the drop, on the floor outside Mary's room?
Sam: Mm? — it was Brandy.
That was close. Thank you.
Oh, my pleasure...
Captain. — he sighs
typewriter clati'ers
well, Jocelyn Kelly was so drunk last night
she got lost on her way to the bathroom and ended up in the library.
It was only eight o'clock. — maybe she's still drunk.
No, she's just barmy.
You know, she slapped Elizabeth Taylor at the Cleopatra premiere
and had a fight with Audrey hepburn in a Los Angeles restaurant
about eating disorders.
I think I prefer her on screen. He chuckles
was there any tension between her and Mary sparkes?
Well, no more than you'd expect, given Mary was half her age
and getting all the male attention.
You were right, by the way, about the affair.
But I just don't think he's our man. — well, let's see.
We just need to find the proof that Mary was blackmailing him.
Be careful, Ruth.
I can handle myself.
I don't suppose Jocelyn Kelly was drinking Brandy the other night?
No.
Anthony Kelly was, though.
Did he leave the sitting room?
Once, to get more cigarettes from his room.
When was that? — not long after Mary went to bed.
Door opens
I thought something was going on between Charles and the girl
so I went to check if she really did have a headache.
And?
There was a key in the lock. I couldn't see anything.
So I went back to the sitting room.
Why were you so interested?
Because I care about Nancy.
I don't want her getting hurt.
And did you tell Nancy streatham about your suspicions?
Oh, without any proof...
What good would have come from that?
He sighs
knock on door
Door rati'les
door opens
Door rati'les
knocking on door
Nancy: Charles? — he sighs
he sighs
Knocking on door — Nancy: Charles!
Charles: Darling.
What did the police want?
Oh, I just, uh...
Just routine stuff.
She sniffs
they know, don't they?
About her.
Charles sighs
Nancy, for the last time.
There was nothing going on with that girl. — oh, spare me, Charles.
She sighs
why in god's name did I give you another chance?
Nancy!
Nancy! — door slams
he muti'ers
Nancy!
Door shuts
Sam: So that perfume didn't kill her?
Our mystery ingredient turns out to be cerisium difluoride.
It's unpleasant
but it would have given Mary a tummy ache at worst.
So how did she die?
Well, I think this was a binary poison.
Not one but two compounds
combining in Mary's body to create a single deadly toxin.
I suspect that perfume contained the second compound.
Sam: And what was the first?
Quite possibly...
Ingested by Mary
from something in this room.
I mean, it all sounds a bit elaborate.
There's a lot to be said for binary poison...
She sniffs safer to carry around...
Easier to camouflage.
Now why isn't that in an ashtray?
So does our playwright have a motive?
The opposite. Anthony Kelly clearly has the hots for Nancy streatham.
Mary the marriage—wrecker was good news for him.
Inspector... he breathes heavily
it's miss penny.
So Nancy streatham knew about Charles and Mary?
Hell hath no fury like a wife scorned.
I thought you said that Charles streatham was the murderer.
I know... she sighs
I found this in his shredder.
"I can't wait to see you this evening.
You make me so happy.
Mary, kiss, kiss."
Hardly reeks of blackmail.
Streatham has no idea you were in his study?
None.
Look. I need this story, ok?
You need it? — well...
A contact at the times told me on the ot there's a job there for me.
I just need one big scoop.
The times in London?
My dream job, ever since I was eight.
I promised my father I'd get there one day.
Running your own empire in great slaughter not enough for you?
Well, clearly not.
She sighs — beautiful place
she laughs
it's falling to bits.
But as with politics, it's how things seem, not how they are.
Some people may say that applies to marriages too.
Well, Charles and I have a good marriage.
Did you know that he was having an affair with Mark sparkes?
You have proof?
Yes. — she sighs
god, I'm such a fool.
You're telling me you didn't know?
I had no idea.
Not until last night. Not until her...
Clumsy exit.
Lively music plays
Azim, I'm so sorry. I think I'm going to turn in.
Azim: Of course, Mary. Are you alright? — Mary: Bit of a headache, actually.
Must be all the bubbles. — azim: Oh.
Would you like the maid to bring you up an aspirin, my dear?
It's fine, mrs streatham, thank you.
Good night. — azim: Good night.
Good night.
Mary: Ah.
Right. He sighs
update with the pm.
Nancy: / told Tony to go and check she 'd gone to bed.
From the look on his face when he came back...
Well... she inhales
that's when I knew for sure.
Anthony Kelly told us that he didn't see anything.
Well, the dear man was probably terrified he'd turn me into a suspect.
But it wasn't Mary I wanted dead.
To bring a girl here...
To make her a guest at my own house
to be so cruel.
Printer whirs
If Nancy streatham had been ignorant of the affair until that moment
she wouldn't have had time to plant the perfume in Mary's room
let alone administer a second poison.
So the question is
do you believe her?
I think I do.
Ruth reckons this scoop is going to land her a job at the times.
The times in London?
Sam: Exactly.
I mean, why would she want to leave great slaughter?
Well, I'm sure that you could persuade her to stay. Hm.
Me? — you'd have to swallow your pride.
He grunts
you are leaving?
The order has recalled me.
A position in the mother house.
It's a great blessing to be needed.
Maria, wait.
What if you are needed here?
You will find another governess.
And lose my soul.
He sighs — she whimpers
Sam snaps fingers
Sam: Sister? — yes.
The post mortem.
Oh yes. — Sam sighs
anything in there you didn't know?
Sister boniface: Yes.
Mary's lungs and liver weren't just poisoned.
They were ravaged.
Ravaged? — outside chemical weapons
I've never seen levels of toxicity like it.
Chemical weapons, eh?
Cerisium difluoride?
Are you absolutely certain of that?
This is highly confidential.
But cerisium difluoride is one half of a binary nerve agent
we developed at porton down
called cyntoxin.
Cyntoxin?
Azim: The thing is... he sighs
last year, one of our laboratory assistants confessed to sharing the recipe for cyntoxin
with the kgb.
You're surely not suggesting the Russians are behind the murder of Mary sparkes?
The kgb are the only people crazy enough to deploy a nerve agent on British soil.
"It wasn't me, it was a kgb assassin"?
It's quite the defence, professor.
We must speak to the minister.
What I am about to tell you is top secret.
Absolutely cannot be shared outside your investigation.
You have our solemn promise.
Last night, a document was stolen from that safe.
It looked like a harmless mod spending review.
It actually contained highly sensitive information...
In microdot form.
How sensitive?
Pantaris is the UK's next generation of nuclear missile.
The pillar of our nation's nuclear weapons strategy.
The plans for pantaris were concealed in a dot two millimetres wide
within that document.
Charles: If Moscow got their hands on those plans
the whole pantaris project would have to be scrapped
setting our country's defence strategy back a decade.
And you think a kgb spy stole the document?
So someone murdered Mary with a nerve agent
because she caught them in the act?
As I told you
no one else could do such a thing.
Felix: There is no sign the lock's been forced.
I will get someone to come and check it for prints.
There is one obvious candidate for our spy.
Drawer scrapes
I found this earlier in here.
I assume you've done full background checks on...
"Alice"?
Of course. — I don't even know her last name.
Ifs, uh, Kennedy.
Alice Kennedy.
And there was nothing in miss Kennedy's background
to suggest she was a thief or a kgb agent.
Naturally, you've informed ml5 of the theft?
Yes. Of course.
But until they get here...
We're relying on you to find our document.
The entire nation is.
Mi5 relying on us!
Quite the vote of confidence. — I'll go get back—up
and start a search for that document.
Not a word, ok?
Refreshments, gentlemen?
In return for an update?
What?
Coffee, please, Alice, and some biscuits, there's a good girl.
Did that rather well, I thought.
She sighs
espionage and chemical weapons.
It's Agatha christie's ”the incredible theft” only even more thrilling.
You do know that smoking is bad for your health, sister.
Research.
That cigarette butt I found in the bin...
Well, I found these chaps lurking in it.
That's funny—looking tobacco.
Thanks to my mass analysis, I knew what they are
but would you mind awfully if I didn't tell you? It's a state secret.
You mean that's our second poison?
Excellent.
Right. Who smoked that cigarette?
Well, first we need to identify the brand.
Now there were no markings on the filter
so I'm trying to match up the nicotine and tar levels.
Which is why you've denied half the village of their daily fix.
She chuckles exactly.
Now in tandem
I need you to establish the brand of cigarette
smoked by the three male suspects. — he sighs: Right.
But why just the male suspects?
Well, if either Nancy streatham or Jocelyn Kelly had smoked that cigarette
then I would have seen traces of lipstick on the filter under a microscope.
Of course. Leave it to me.
He clears throat
ah, lovely cuppa. Thanks, miss... Alice.
Incredible, isn't it?
What the inspector found out.
Oh! It's alright, he told me everything. — oh, right.
Terrifying, more like.
Kgb assassin, here in this house.
I know!
She gasps
yes.
Footsteps approach
I just saw Charles streatham smoking a packet of Kensington slims.
Azim Thomas smokes filberts, which leaves Anthony Kelly.
Sir, I did some digging back at the station on Anthony Kelly.
Excellent work, Felix. What would I do without you?
You shouldn't have lied for me.
I happen to think you're worth lying for.
She sighs
she sighs
Nancy.
She wants to be alone, Charles.
The maybe you should take your paws off her, Ivy.
You're a narcissistic fool.
You don't deserve her. — you'd be wise to mind what you say.
Mr Kelly? May we have a word?
Felix reads: "In 1961, khrushchev invited your play
'the day ends at noon ' to be performed at the Moscow art theatre.
Visa records show you were out in Russia for the whole six—month run.
Plenty of time to be recruited by the kgb.
Why the hell would I want to work for the kgb?
"Communism is a most minimal demand.
Whoever is opposed is an enemy of the human species."
My play is a posture. Look at my life.
It's hardly textbook marxist.
I went to Russia because khrushchev paid me a lot of money.
And what did he expect in return?
Nothing. Just having me there made him look good.
I found an interview you did
where you explain why mr streatham calls you I'vy...
It's |v, right?
The Roman numerals for number four.
As in the fourth man in the Cambridge spy ring.
Anthony: Oh, come on, it's just a joke between friends.
Look, I'll admit to being a bollinger bolchevik
but I'm no bloody kgb murderer.
Oh, and mi5 have already identified the fourth man.
Charles told me.
Because he trusts me.
Canlgo?
Ah, I wish they had covered kgb agent interrogation at hendon.
Well, at least we know what cigarettes he smokes.
Wpc button, what's wrong?
Me and my big mouth.
Door opens
that was a low blow, even by your incredibly low standards.
You shut me out.
In the interests of national security.
The kgb using nerve agent on British soil
and stealing a top—secret document.
You don't think the British public has a right to know?
I gave my word to the minister.
She scoffs a man deserving of all our trust.
Oh, give it a rest, Ruth. — what—...
Alright, so where's mi5 now?
Why aren't they here, tearing the place down?
And why is the defence minister relying on you? No offence.
None taken. — this whole thing stinks, Sam
and you know it.
You need to leave this house now. — as if that would stop me from publishing.
Ah, finally your true colours come out.
This is the scoop of the decade and I'm not going anywhere.
Not until I find out the name of the person who killed Mary sparkes.
He grunts — she breathes heavily
she sighs
If she does move to London
I'll be glad to see the back of her.
He sighs
Ruth's thinking about her career and so should you
which means solving this case.
Bingo!
The nicotine and tar levels in this cigarette
match those in our murder weapon exactly. — which brand is it?
Belgravia milds.
But no one smokes belgravia milds.
He sighs
Anthony sighs
So one of those three men has a secret packet of doctored belgravia milds?
Time to turn out some pockets, I reckon.
Right.
Jocelyn: Captain Von trapp. — Sam laughs
have you found our killer?
Er, we are working on it, mrs Kelly. — Jocelyn: What a relief.
I don't suppose your husband ever smokes belgravia milds, does he?
Anthony? No.
Hurlinghams. Nothing else will do.
Why? — er, no reason.
How mysterious.
Darn it. — Sam: Allow me...
Thank you. — Sam: Hm.
What a gentleman.
Come on.
She had a pack of belgravias.
What?
No, it can't be her. There was no lipstick on the filter.
She used a cigarette holder.
Good lord.
Jocelyn Kelly, a secret kgb assassin?
My dad's going to be so disappointed.
The question is now, wpc button
where would she have hidden that document?
I think I might know.
She whispers go in.
I found her stumbling out of here at about eight o'clock.
She was drunk. Claimed she was lost
but what if the whole of last night was in fact a performance?
How are we supposed to narrow this down?
She would almost certainly have chosen a title that meant something to her.
Well...
This is a nice surprise.
You're a far better actress than they give you credit for.
Your double life...
Working for the kgb.
Being an expert safe—breaker.
Good lord, captain.
What an imagination you have.
But the nerve agent in your belgravia milds isn't imaginary.
Is it, mrs Kelly?
Great Hollywood women. — Felix: Great choice.
Anything?
He sighs — the many lives of mata hari.
Surely!
Uh! This is hopeless.
She sighs
Jocelyn: My career was going nowhere
so I followed Anthony to Moscow like a pet dog.
She chuckles
when the Russians made me their offer, they took what hepburn got
for breakfast at Tiffany's...
And added a zero.
So this was all about money?
Money and respect.
The kgb don't expect me to undress before they'll pay me.
And poor Mary, she spotted you breaking into Charles streatham's safe.
Silly little girl.
She was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I knew Mary would tell Charles she'd seen me coming out of his study.
She had to be eliminated.
Mary: Ah! — Mary, Mary...
Quite contrary. She laughs
why were you in mr streatham's study?
It's his birthday on Tuesday
so I've left him a little surprise.
She chuckles
you and Charles, huh?
Don't worry, darling.
I can keep a secret too. — Mary sighs
do you know what Charles's favourite perfume is?
Fervour?
I was given a case of it on my last job.
Take it. — oh...
Thank you.
And remember, not a word about my present.
Mary coughs
she didn't deserve to die.
I know.
I feel dreadful.
Felix: This is it.
What is it? — little women.
The one film that allowed her to keep her dignity.
He sighs
he sighs
have you eliminated anybody else for the kgb?
No.
But to be honest, darling...
It's only a matter of time.
He groans
Jocelyn gasps
Next time you confront a kgb assassin armed with a chemical weapon
please wait for me.
I promise, sister. — sir!
Excellent work, sergeant. — with help from miss penny.
Charles: Inspector.
Is that the document? — yes, minister.
This case will be the making of you, inspector.
That hypocrite is going to come out of this without even a scratch.
I totally underestimated her.
I'm here if you need me.
I have a feeling we're going to need each other, Nancy.
He sighs it's going to be alright, darling.
Everything's going to be alright.
No.
No, it's not.
Charles: Oh, my god.
You've humiliated me enough.
I am not prepared to accept public ridicule as well.
You can't publish without my say—so.
You gave me your word. — well.
As you said, I'm not to be trusted.
Ruth penny.
We should probably talk.
That's a good idea, minister.
Once the country reads what a philandering security liability you are
they will be dying to hear your side of the story.
A security liability.
Well, mi5 never came.
Because you never told them the document was missing.
I bet they didn't even know you brought it out here.
You risked our nation's nuclear defences
all for a dirty weekend in the country.
She worked out most of that on her own, to be fair.
You knew she was a journalist?
And you shared top—secret information with her?
You're finished, Gillespie.
If my career is over, I am sure as hell taking you down with me.
Well, that's that, then, isn't it?
Telephone rings
Felix: Maybe he didn't mean what he said.
Why did I let Ruth stay in that house? What was I thinking?
Well, she can be very persuasive.
Maybe miss thimble's hiring.
Have you come to dance on my grave?
She sighs tomorrow's edition, sneak preview.
In the interest of national security.
What about Mary sparkes?
Jocelyn Kelly lost her temper and pushed her down the stairs.
Just as every other newspaper in the country will be reporting tomorrow.
But your big scoop?
The times? Your dad?
There'll be other scoops.
Thank you.
There is more good news.
I bluffed. Told him I'd print unless he walked.
Good work.
I think you owe me a drink.
I think I probably do.
Ruth: You in, sister?
Peggy? — yes.
Come on, Felix. — he chuckles
why not?
I can't believe she did that.
She must absolutely love great slaughter.
Uh, well, I never.