"Funded by the USSR State Television and Radio Committee" "Moldova-Film" ""Arta" arts foundation - 1976" "Hello John." "[public announcement] May I have your attention." "The first double horse race will commence at 16:32." "Both of the contestants are thoroughbreds." "Favorite." "Based on the novel by Dick Francis." "Episode One" "[indistinct]" "Not before the race." "And keep an eye on that Irishman." "He's a tricky fellow." "He'll try to pull ahead on the second lap, ...don't challenge him on the first lap either." "Overtake him closer to the finishing line." "Is that clear?" "As day." "Hurry it up boys." "Which one of you bastards took my balancing pole?" "You be careful not to fall off" "Or else" "Come on, lift your arses and have a better look." "Save your coarse jokes, Sandy." "They give me a headache." "Too much drinking is what gives you your headache, Joe." "To hell with you all!" "Some bunch of professional bores and..." "Shut your mouth." "...Moralizing sods." "When I find my pole, I'll twist the head off the bastard who's taken it." "Where did you find it?" "You left it in the shower." "Fine, you're all forgiven today." "Clem, fetch me a pair of new stockings." "We're all out of spares sir, I've tried telling you but..." "Could someone of you lads lend me pair?" "An unheeded call?" "But I might have seen Major Davidson's spare pair somewhere." "Them stockings always fail you at the wrong time." "Damn those manufacturers." "Are you mad?" "Is something wrong?" "I've just had a call." "Some man with a hellishly low voice." "I asked him if I could be of any help." "And he answered: "I want you on your Admiral to lose this race."" ""and you'll be 500 pounds richer if you follow this kind advice."" ""The Admiral will lose this race regardless of your decision."" "Now how do you like it?" "He's bluffing." "A strange call anyway." "Boys, time." "I think we may have to mention this to the organizers." "On the other hand, Bill." "It seems more like a prank." "Or a bad joke." "That's what I am thinking, we'll muddy the waters and then it'll be a false alarm." "Still, felt better telling you about it with all the pre-race tension mounting." "I'll see you after the race then." "Sure thing Al, as usual." "[public announcement] riding the N.1 is Arnie Fletcher, N.2 William Terrence N.7 Alan York, N.8 Bill Davidson, N.9 Dan Hillman" "...Admiral, Admiral, Admiral..." "Favorite" "He fell, you hear me." "He fell." "The cantle hit him right in the stomach." "Don't worry sir." "There seems nothing to worry about yet." "I'm afraid his chances are slim." "Screenplay by A. Nagorny, G. Riaboff" "What a misfortune..." "The prime of his career..." "Such a jockey..." "Bad luck." "Sure it's luck?" "That a runner like Admiral had failed to surmount that fence?" "An obvious favorite..." "and such a fiasco." " Congrats to you Clifford, I'll be happy to see you in Bristol." " Thanks." "My compliments to you as well Clifford." "Sandy." "Have you heard Davidson getting a call right before the race?" "Well wasn't it the Major's wife?" " Why are you asking?" " Just..." "By the way, Scilla is already by the ambulance." "She's arrived right at the end of the race." "Expected another victory..." "Only bad luck." "You can trust me on this." "Sooner or later it ambushes every one of us." "Directed by" " V. Brescanu" "They're examining his and asked me to wait." "Did you see how it happened?" "I hope he isn't to badly hurt?" "He should be fine." "I am sure he'll make a full recovery." " Excuse me, are you Ms Davidson?" " Yes." "I am afraid he'll have to be taken to the hospital." "Is it really that bad?" "Camerawork" " L. Proskurow" "Will you accompany me with Bill to the hospital?" "I've still got some urgent business at the hippodrome to attend to." "Just don't worry too much, it'll all be fine, I am sure." "Art Dept." " V. Kovryg, M. Antonian" "Where's the administrator?" "He should've been home hours ago now, sir." "What seems to be trouble, sir?" "Call for Mr. Creswell, I am one of the jockeys." "I have an urgent message for Sir Creswell." " Sir Creswell?" " No." "It's still his butler speaking." "Sir Creswell is having his dinner." "He says there's nothing in the world important enough to interrupt him at this moment." "How is he?" "Don't know." "They keep telling me not to worry as well." "Why is this happening?" "It'll pass." "I am very sorry to..." "Major Davidson is dead." "Mother, please don't." "How did it happen, Alan?" "Major Davidson was jumping the fence and Admiral stumbled." "This can't be." "Admiral couldn't have stumbled." "Alan, this can't be the truth." "Alan never lies." "Now what makes you think that, Henry?" "Will Daddy be buried or cremated?" "Buried, William." "You're well aware of the family crypt." "Scilla," "I have to inform the police." "What about?" "Am I not supposed to in such cases?" "The police have to ensure that Bill..." "That it was indeed an accident." "That's all." "And have you got any doubts?" "No, why?" "None at all." "But it has to be done." "It's the procedure." "Well, then." "Go ahead." "But I am not too pleased with the idea of bringing in an official police investigation." "I wouldn't want this, Alan." "What shall we do then?" "If you absolutely feel the need to bring the police into this then..." "Please pass me my phone book, it's right behind you." "The man's name is inspector Lodge." "I don't know if he's any good as a policeman." "But if it's a trifle formality as you are saying... here's his number." "Lodge is Bill's relative on the mother's side." "At least we won't be bringing a complete stranger in." "I hope he'll treat the matter with a measure of discreetness." " Do you agree?" " That's fine, Scilla." "I'll do as you please." "I'll get in touch with inspector Lodge straight away." "Yes?" "Inspector Lodge is expecting me." "Please." "What a misfortune." "Poor Scilla." "Bill was only, what, 38?" "Bill mentioned you being his friend and frequent guest at the house." "Alan York, right?" "An artist?" "I've been to your exhibitions, and to be honest, did not "get" it." "A vanguard of modern art?" "Gets you some attention..." "I myself prefer the classic masters." "And how on earth did you get involved in this story?" "I am a semi-pro jockey in my free time." "That's how I met Bill." "Of course." "And you seem to have some doubts about it being an accident?" "I am confident it was a murder." "Then please do lay forth the facts, details and clues." "Follow me to the hippodrome right now and see it all for yourself." "Fine." " Wright?" " Yes sir?" "See if Hawkins is around, I will be needing the car." " I'll be waiting outside." " Yes sir." "This is not about me being Bill's distant relative." "I serve the law." "And you may trust that I'll do everything possible." "Are you familiar with horse racing?" "I am an Englishman." "There is a favorite in every horse race." "A jockey lucky to ride it, if, of course, he is skilled, is bound to win, as well as people betting on him." "The rest lose." "Please carry on, I am carefully following your line of reasoning." "Now imagine the favorite losing." "What then?" "Well, then I think... the jockey won't be too happy at all." "And those betting on him of course." "And the bookmaker will benefit a great deal as well." "And if he's been expecting?" "Expecting what?" " The bookie's been taking bets at the best odds possible." " And?" "Those betting on the favorite in this race were sure to win." "But the favorite falls though." "Stumbles..." "The bookie's the one to have set it up." "beforehand, naturally..." "Mr York, you have a somewhat active imagination." "Alright..." "Shall we bring in the facts then?" "How about..." "Late Bill telling me 5 minutes before the race of a certain person calling him and asking him to "hold the Admiral back" somewhat." "Excuse me?" "To some in 2nd, 3rd or miss the finish altogether." "Of course he's rejected this "proposal", as well the bounty of 500 pounds for this lowly betrayal." "500 pounds you say..." "Then how much was he going to..." "or did he get out of this?" "A few thousand I reckon." "A doleful sight, not unlike a mourning household." "I would like to continue." "Do you agree and accept the first obvious fact?" "Yes, I suppose." "What do you mean "you suppose"?" "I'll try to explain this some other time." "Second fact." "This time a clue." "Please have a look." " What is it supposed to mean?" " That's what..." "The same marking here." "Do you agree?" "I do." "Just what does it all mean?" "And this here is our primary clue." "There was some wire here on the ground..." "Metal wire..." "The warden must have pulled it across the fence, so that the Admiral would trip over when jumping the fence." "Do you see?" "Tell me..." "Have you seen this person meddling over here?" "I have, I swear." "He is the hippodrome warden, but I haven't been able to have a good look at him and they change here quite often." "What can be done now?" "The Admiral should have a wire mark on his chest." "Yes, yes!" "And we can ascertain this fact straight away." "How about this, inspector?" "I'll need some time to think this over." "Please don't mention this to anyone else." "Go about your normal life as usual." "I'll contact you at the right moment." "One of these men is almost certainly bound to have had a stake on getting rid of Major Davidson." "But who is he?" "Who?" "Scilla, I am afraid that I won't be able to pay you a visit today." "Thing is, I have two races today." "Alan, I beg you to quit, you'll get yourself hurt as well." "I've seen enough of it already." "Don't worry, I'll be fine." "What's gotten into you?" "No, Alan, no." "Bill's been killed" "And don't try persuading me otherwise, I know he's been killed." "Now you want to get into this whole business." "You'll get killed as well." "Your husband was my friend." "I've sworn to find the killer." "And I will do so no matter the cost." "I pray god to look after you." "Mr York." " I'd like to ask you a few questions." " I am all at your disposal, sir." "Are you familiar with these books?" "Sure, every jockey is." "These are yearbooks, ...a record of wins and losses as well as the horse prices." "And jockey names?" "Certainly." "Ms Davidson has kindly let me look through the papers of her late husband." "And this is what I've been able to find." "It's Bill's handwriting." "This here as well." ""Peripatetic, 4th June, Ten pounds staked at 11 to 10"" "What do the notes mean?" "It means that Peripatetic is the race's favorite." "The odds were so good, Bill had expected to win 11 pounds on his bet." "Now lets see if he did." "Excuse me." "Peripatetic..." "Lost the race." " It's the same thing with the second note as well." "You can trust me on this." " Damn." "That's not what's important though." "Have you, by any chance, taken notice of who's been the jockey on the second race?" "Nantwich." "Joe Nantwich, god damn him." "Turns out nothing so far." "And the ticket issuer?" "Perth's Bookmakers from Brighton." "This means we've got this bastard." "I don't think so." "We're probably now even further away from solving this case than ever before." "How come?" "Why?" "I've made inquiries about this Perth's in Brighton." "The man's a myth." "The joint's been straw-man sold and purchased multiple times ages ago." "At least..." "I haven't been able to find the current owner, and I don't think anyone can." "Mr York, you know as well as I do how viciously the gambling world is ready to protect it's secrets." "How much money you've got in your bank account?" "You're a successful artist, a good jockey." "So?" "Keeping quiet?" "Keeping it a secret even from me?" "We're talking about a crime here?" "A man's been killed." "The police has a right, the rule of law... it's a civilized country..." "So what?" "It's what constitutes the primary obstacle for us here, Mr York." "I am very much inclined to believe, that we're so much more likely to fail, alas, if we choose to pursue an official investigation." "Then what can we do?" "I'll need some time to think it over, Mr York." "And one more thing." "Leave Ms Davidson out of this." "She doesn't have to know about our grim conjectures." "Agreed." "What about Joe Nantwich?" "He could lead us to..." "Nowhere, Mr York, he'd lead us nowhere." "He's only a pawn, and his connection to the ringleader of this operation must be EDIT THIS so convoluted to the extent of being useless to us at the moment." "It's an unpromising line of inquiry." "Well, which one is then?" "I am contemplating an idea, that I will need your help implementing." "I'll give you call later, Mr York." "Farewell." "Just a moment, inspector." "What about that warden, implicated in stringing up the wire?" "He's been hired by the administration for a single day only." " He did come to collect his payment though?" " No, Mr York." "I understand your disappointment." "But I wouldn't cherish your hopes here if I were you." "We're dealing with a predator here, a shark if you like, with a deadly bite." "And you're not catching it on such minute blunders." "Goodbye, and expect a call later." "I will call you." "Have you learned anything new, Alan?" "What about?" "Heis asking about daddy." "He's still in disbelief at Admiral stumbling over that barrier." "Is that so Henry?" "Yes, Alan, and you as well know that I am right." "Henry, listen..." "You've done right asking me about it." " If Major Davidson's death was..." " He's been killed, right?" "I know it." "But don't worry, we are not telling mom anything." "Fine..." "As much as I don't want you to be right on this one..." "But if it's indeed so." "I will find your father's murderer." "No matter the cost." "Yes?" "I'd like to speak to Mr York, please." "Yes, sir." "One minute, sir." "It's for you Mr York." "It's York listening." "Who am I speaking to?" "It's Lodge, can we meet?" " Yes, of course." " I'll be waiting." "Seems like there are only two options remaining." "In 3 hours the witnesses will testify before the judge." "And the police will have to open an official investigation." "It is already obvious nobody will believe the pre-race call, you being the only witness." "There's Clem, he's called the Major to the telephone." "There's Sandy Mason." "But have they heard the conversation?" "But that's what matters." "And not even you have." "You're retelling someone else's story." "And what about the missing wire?" "And you are the only man to have seen it." "As for the scars on the Admiral's chest." "How can one conclusively prove their origin?" "You've seen them." "So what?" "I am a relative." "It is possible that I am biased." "But the bookie's tickets and Joe Nantwich." "Are you kidding me inspector?" "Mr York" "Specify Joe Nantwich's exact role in Major Davidson's death." "You see?" "But..." "What do you propose then?" "You will omit the phone call from your testimony." "As well as the wire." "And don't mention that scar on Admiral's chest either." "You are suggesting that I should lie before the jury?" "Yes." "Because if you do so, the court will rule Davidson's death an accident." "The police can then stand aside." "Otherwise they'll embark on to diligently collect a pile of useless papers." "Not moving any closer to solving this mystery, which is Major Davidson's death." "A terrible mystery, I'd say." "Call it whatever you want, but I hope you catch my drift." "No." "Oh really?" "Then I'll make myself clear." "The trial is over and it's a cold case." "But you will not agree with such an outcome, won't you?" "You'll state it in the lobby, ...with all the jockeys and the public present," "Yes, ...the public, ...you will resolutely express you firm belief in the fact that Bill Davidson's been murdered." "And that you, Alan York, will get your hands on his murderer, no matter the cost." "And that's the truth, isn't it Mr York?" "I am still at a loss at to what you are implying here." "There, among all that public, will be the ringleader or at least his agent." "And they will immediately take this decision of yours into consideration." "They'll try to gag you." "So, you wait for this moment and catch the whole gang red-handed?" "No." "Why not?" "Why?" "Well, because it ain't all as simple as you think." "Let me lay it all out for you." "Prognosticate this whole situation, so to speak." "They won't kill you straight away." "I mean try to kill you straight away." "You'll be warned, persuaded, etc" "But in such a way and carried out through such people so as not to implicate anyone significant." "All our hopes are for you, sir." "But you can only hope for yourself." "Nobody will come to your aid." "You'll be all alone Mr York." "But what about you, the police?" "Do you mean having officers protect you?" "They'll stick out like a sore thumb." "And we simply cannot have you followed everywhere." "No Mr York," "This will have to be your personal battle." "You'll get to the one behind all this, ...you'll learn who he is, where he is and why he did this." "And only then, with all the evidence at hand, then" "I can promise you full Scotland Yard cooperation." "At that moment, but not a second earlier." "Do you agree?" "I do." "Considering," "..that no evidence, ...suggesting foul play in regards to Major Davidson's death, has been presented to the court." "Or is otherwise present in this case." "I am inclined to conclude, ...that the subject's death had been the result of an accident." "And would thus recommend concluding the investigation." "You see." "It's all for the best." " Will you walk me to the car?" " No, sorry, I have no time." "What's your take on all of this?" "It was a murder." "Perpetrated in a rather mean manner." "But I'll get them." "You can bet on that." "Well, if so..." "You will be putting yourself in grave danger, my boy." "I agree with Alan, this whole business' got a foul stench." "But those responsible for concocting this mess, ...sure knew what they were doing, weren't they Alan?" "I am upping the stakes by another two chips, Henry." "Here's two and another one." "You're a great gambler, Henry." "You get away with it again, take 'em all and let me see what you've got over there." "My god, two kings!" "It's for you, Mr York." " Mr York?" " Yes." "Who am I speaking to?" "It's irrelevant." "Mr York, stop playing private detective and you'll live to enjoy a happy retirement." "I heard that you're a very vigorous man, is that right?" "Do you get my message, sir?" " Operator..." " Yes, sir?" " I have just had a call." " Could you please trace this call?" " One moment, sir." " Thank you." "A strange call, Alan, very strange..." "A man's voice, hellishly low." "I ask him if I could...[operator interrupting] hello, please answer, sir." " Yes?" "I haven't been able to trace this call, but it came from London." "I'm sorry." "Thanks anyway." " Lodge?" " Yes?" "It's York." "I have just had a call from him." "Who?" " The ringleader." " Good." "We were right and our plan is working." "Do you feel prepared?" " I am and very eager." " Well that's just wonderful." "You'll be in the thick of it soon." "And how will he go about achieving this?" "I am starting to appreciate your intuition." "He'll find your weakest spot and hit you where it hurts." "Be prepared." "I wish I knew what that weakest spot of mine is?" "Hi there." "Will you be riding today, Alan?" "[greetings from the group]" "I am glad to see you." "Know what, I had horse brought in to the stables today, ...a bay mare, seems pretty decent." "Named Sky." " Who's the owner?" " Some lady." " No, then." "But Alan," "She's got a fresh uniform prepped, and she is very nervous and hopeful for you." "You've... probably promised her something?" "You better admit it." "Well then at least have word with her." "Your support would mean a lot to her, trust me." "You're the best available jockey we've got." "She's obviously old and about to breathe one's last?" "You're right about this." "Come on, let me introduce you." "I keep wondering what makes your kind risk all the time." "You tells us as soon as you know it." "It's still a mystery to the jockeys." "Ms Ellery-Penn, please let me introduce you to Mr York." "It's very nice to meet you, Mr York." "That's a deal, right?" "So I am registering you for the amateur race then, Clem will have the uniform." " It's funny isn't." " What exactly?" "Uncle George has given me a horse for my birthday." "I see." "He must be quite an eccentric" "Indeed he is." "They are not easy to deal with." "They?" "There is aunt Deb as well." "What about your parents, I hope you're not an orphan." "No, I am not." "They split." "I don't remember them too well to be honest." "I've essentially been abandoned." "Left for uncle George to take care of me when I was two years old" "You know what," "I think I like your uncle George just fine." "And why is that?" "He seems to have done an exemplary job." "You're right." "I have no reasons to complain about uncle George." "What about your aunt Deb?" "Aunt Deb... never ceased moralizing." "Have you seen Sky already?" "No, not yet." "How did he get into Pete's stables by the way?" "Uncle George was sure that we would be able to get Major Davidson for jockey through Pete Gregory." "We were all incredibly saddened by his untimely passing." "I understand you only too well," "Major Davidson was my best friend." "well..." "My name's Alan." "Kate." "So what is my role as a racing horse owner." "You should observe your Sky being saddled at the stables." "And then wait for the race final." "Alone?" "Why no, excuse me." "Dan." "Dan!" "Can we have you for a minute?" "Let me introduce Dane Hillman, and Dan, meet Ms Ellery-Penn." "Dane, I'd appreciate if you could keep Ms Kate company while I race her horse." "Sure thing, you can bet on me." "And you are a jockey as well." "Yes, a professional." "What about Mr York?" "He's an amateur, riding for the joy of it." "I earn my living." "But it's terrible." "A risky hobby is altogether different from a dangerous profession." "There's nothing one can do to help it, Ms Ellery-Penn." "I'll see you later." "Please." "Lets go see our [indistinct]" "I will have to thank uncle George!" "I've never experienced such a thrill" " He's a good runner." " Wonderful." "I believe we'll be able to win a couple of races with him this season." "I am sure of it as well and maybe we should celebrate our first race?" "I'll still be busy with the following races, ...but I am sure Alan would be happy to keep you company." "How about a dinner?" "No." "I promised to be home this evening." "Uncle George is very eager to hear my today's impressions." "Tomorrow, then?" "Tomorrow?" "I'm dining out with Dane, tomorrow." "Damn him." "But I am not accepting any excuses for Friday." "You won't have to, Friday would be lovely." " Only promise me to show your paintings." " Gladly." " If you like any..." " Uncle George will buy them for me." "No." "You will accept them as gift from me." "What's it all about?" "Cabbies." "London against Brighton." "Always some trouble with them, a never-ending story." "Why?" "Turf war, probably" "But, who knows." "My God, they are going to maim each other." "Mean fellows." "Won't spare anyone if double-crossed." "Alan." "I see you're with you Mustang." "I need to get to Dorking." "I'll be going there tomorrow." "I hope you won't throw up all over the upholstery." "Tell me..." "Have you ever seen Joe Nantwich sick from drinking?" "I can empty a cistern and still be as fresh as a juicy peach." "I'll see you later." "God, am I tired of it all." "Have my word for it." "I am all out of luck." "Bored to death!" "You're a fool for getting so pissed during the races, Joe." "I guess you're right." "Sit still." "Lest you put us both in the morgue." "That's where I'd rather be." "Alan," "You've always been a friend to me." "Always." "Unlike that bastard Sandy, he hates me." "Why?" "You don't know the trouble I am in." "I'll tell you, like a son to a father, like a confession." "Listen here, you moron, if you're tired of living, then mine's just begun." " That blonde, you're all losing your mind over..." " That's enough," "You started telling me about Sandy." "Mason," "I'll kill him." "You must understand," "I had promised to hold Bolingbroke back." "Then got scared." "And Bolingbroke came in first." "Sandy lost a ton of money." "And promised to break my neck." "He threw me over the railing today." "What?" "Then he came up to me and hit me with a foot." "I could've hurt myself much worse." "How did Sandy learn about the Bolingbroke?" "How the hell do I know?" "He knew." "And how often do you stop the horses like this?" "As often as I need to." "Get it?" "Go to hell!" "And don't interfere!" "It's none of your business!" "None!" "How would they let you know when to stop them?" "That's simple." "I'd get a call in the morning, instructing me about the particulars, and I'd get my money the next day." "I see." "Alan, will you protect me?" "That bastard Sandy, he won't forgive me the Bolingbroke." "Say, Joe, could you describe the caller's voice for me." " Male's." " No, I want the tone." "Young, old, come on, say it." "He spoke in a low, hoarse, grave voice." "We'd have to agree to a mutually beneficial arrangement here." "If you learn something new, you have to tell me about it immediately." "Do you understand?" "I do, but why are you getting involved?" "Have you forgotten about Major Davidson's death?" "I see." "You're hoping... but then I'm a dead man." "They may be different people." "That's what I'd have to figure out." "I don't like the sound of it all." "OK..." "Forget about everything that I've told you now, Alan, just forget about it." "I would never testify, do you hear me!" "Just go to hell." "Sons of bitches, you all want me to be dead." "All of you." "All." "Nantwich's role cannot be yet established with any great certainty." "He could be fairly sincere." "Or could..." "You believe he might have been acting on orders from the ringleader?" "Can't exclude this." "Be on the lookout." "What's your take on Sandy Mason?" " It's impossible." " Why?" "How could he have known about the Bolingbroke?" "But our planning's been correct." "The telephone threats came nigh on after your promise at the court." "I probably shouldn't be drawing your attention to the seeming descriptive similarities regarding the voice." "Lets make a list of people present at the court the moment you've made your statement." "Nantwich, Mason, Dane, Gregory" "Clem?" "But I'd have to exclude him straight away." "So would I." "This way we can limit our suspects to four men." "One of them might be the ringleader's agent." "Why not two?" "And why an agent?" "Maybe there amongst them was the ringleader himself?" "I am not so sure about this, Mr York." "This whole story seems too elegantly crafted." "What do you mean?" "This case cannot be solved." "If we take your position and assume that one of those four is the ringleader, then this story no longer reeks of genius but of utter primitivism." "I assumed my freedom to act could be extended from now on." "I understand, you're disappointed, ...because I consider you too young and hotheaded." "Inspector, ...28 years, is no longer youth." "So what do I do now?" "Same as before." "Use every convenient case to provoke them, ...mention the vengeful justice." "Listen to people talk, be watchful and analyze." "There will come a moment when we, I mean, firstly, you, will be at an arm's length distance from that person." "I keep thinking how Bill Davidson was your friend." "This must all be very hard for you." "We've talked about this with Dane Hillman yesterday, ...and he mentioned not wanting to be in your place." "That's interesting, I wonder why." "He's sure that Bill Davidson's death is an accident." "Do you think otherwise?" "Yes, I do think otherwise." "Major Davidson's been killed." "My God." "Let's leave this place and talk elsewhere about it." "On approaching one of the fences, ...that a warden had been next to some moments before, Admiral has stumbled." "Bill has died." "My God, that's so despicable." "I can't believe such scum can escape justice." "I have to do anything possible to hold them accountable." "Alan, you're a famous artist, ...an equally famous jockey, but you're no sleuth." "Isn't this too much for you to handle?" "I am very tenacious and once on a crusade, can only be stopped by a bullet." "I find you very attractive by the way and think you should know about it." "We need only a little to compliment this feeling." "Like what?" "Me liking you." "Walk me to the car." "You look like the Duchess of Winston, riding in this car." "I hope to see you again." "I don't know." "I am seeing Dane Hillman tomorrow." "And I ought to reconsider certain things." "Farewell." "Congratulations." "Today me, you tomorrow." "How... is Ms Davidson faring?" "Not well." "What can one do, Alan, a similar fate expects every one of them, a jockeys wife is a jockeys wife, do you agree?" "Yes, theirs is no calm life." "It makes you think every time before making them an offer." "The way I see it, is that the two of us are currently engaged in a major race for a grand prize." "Seems so, if you are referring to Kate." "I've heard old jockey tales, that some, striving to win the prize no matter what, ...knock opponents out of their saddles." "Say it again?" "There's a stretch on the race track, ...a blind spot not seen from the audience stand." "It's the law of the jungle there, dog eat dog." "Do you get it?" "I think you're losing it, Dan." "I think you're right." "I'll see you later, buddy." "You'll get the details in writing." "Have you had an accident?" "Thank you, Thank you, sir for stopping to inquire." "I was going to ask you to do so anyway." "My car's engine has stalled and won't start." "I could really use a hand." "Unfortunately, sir, I positively know nothing about car engines." "But I could take you to the nearest village, ...where they'd likely have someone to help." "That would be marvelous, sir." "I suppose, you know a thing or two about horses." "I do, I am a jockey." "The Lord himself must have sent you towards me." "I have a thoroughbred in that van, we're taking him abroad." "I don't think he's well, he's been breathing heavily and biting at its belly." "If it dies, I'll be in debts for the rest of my life." "It's worth thousands." "Alright, I'll have a look." "Vic!" "Show the mister his way." "Shut the door" "You'll have to excuse me, sir, I am following my orders." "It's futile." "That's absolutely unnecessary, Mr York." "How do you know my name?" "Good question." "Marvelous question." "I'm ordered to inform you of certain facts." "Listen up, we have been able to figure out the time, and the road that you're taking home." "So, this encounter's been predetermined, Mr York." "Come on, Sonny." "Forelock." "Have we come to your senses, sir?" "Good." "I regret to tell you this, sir, but you made us do it." "I hope you do understand that this is no joke." "What do you want from me?" "Now we are talking business." "Now listen, ...Major Davidson's death was an accident." "Don't forget this." "And you'll live to live to get your grey hair." "But if you persist in maintaining your mislead opinion, ...that someone might have murdered such an honorable man as Major Davidson." "I regret to inform you, ...that you, sir, might yourself become a victim of an accident." "As sorrowful as it is." "Forelock." "Hello, Mr Lodge." "You'll have to excuse me for this sudden visit." "If you have some spare time, I could tell how I lost my tie." "You have my sympathies." "Thank you." "They've worked you up pretty well indeed." "It's a shallow life that doesn't give a person a few scars." "Those damn bastards!" "And what were you thinking?" "Were you hoping for a game, young man?" "No, sir." "This is a skirmish." "It's matter of life and death, remember this." "I remember 3 characters on the license plate." "A R H" "And two of the gangsters, Sonny and Forelock." "They are both cabbies from Brighton." "I've seen them in that fight." "The rest I don't know." "They should be arrested immediately, their van might be traced." "No sir, it may not." "It's hopeless, the van's been most likely hired using a string of straw-men." "As for Forelock and the rest." "They haven't ever seen the ringleader, you can count on that." "What do you fancy yourself?" "!" "A psychic?" "Mr York," "I've been doing this job for 30 years." "It's my profession." "I believe you seldom make mistakes when it comes to horses." "I've told you before and repeat myself again: we're still, at the outer defensive perimeter here." "But we will get closer." "As we do so, the threat will increase exponentially." "The chances to live or die will be 50 50." "It's when we'll know if the murderer can be grabbed by the sleeve." "Think again if you have enough strength and perseverance." "If you have the gut for this." "It's not too late to turn back." "To turn away." "It is too late." "You've mentioned your profession." "But," "People in my profession either jump the fence, ...or they break their necks trying." "There's no third option." "[indistinct]... he adresses the judge saying:" "Your Honor, ...how could I've been in Glasgow when my ticket had been for Liverpool?" "Pete!" "Pete, I need you here." "He's been acquitted." "What's the matter, Alan, what have you found there, old buddy?" "I think Alan has just seen a ghost..." "No, he's swallowed Sandy's balancing pole and Sandy's been looking for all it over." " Whose horse cloth is this?" " Yours, who else's?" "And the van?" "I've hired the van to transport your horse." "What's the matter?" "A week ago, I have been interrogated in this van by some four bastards." "I need to know who they are." " Is this related to Bill Davidson?" " Yes." " I think you're in trouble, Alan." " And I knew this straight away." "Let it go, Alan." "Oh no." "Neither would I. At least would've beaten the shit out of them." "Alan, listen," "This van belongs to a farmer not far from Steyningway" "I have his name and address written down somewhere." "But it's plain silly." "He is a perfectly honest person." "I can assure you." "Thanks, Pete." "I'd still need to have a word with him." "We've seen Goldstinger Jack." "Mom, what was that film about?" "A phone call for you Mr York." "Mr York," "Yeah it's me, what do you want?" "You're not interested in who's calling you?" "Means you recognize me." "This in turn gives me a certain hope, sir." "But you're not asking to clarify." "I am, what hope!" "To limit my actions with what's already been undertaken." " Let me assure you..." " There's no need!" "Your people have done enough damage." "That, is not their fault, sir." "Cease any of your further inquiries and no further harm will be done." "And if not?" "Then this is your last warning, sir." "Yes?" "Kate, is it you?" "What's wrong, Alan?" "The race is tomorrow and I expect to win." "I would like you to be present." "Sky is your horse after all." "I..." "I would like to discuss certain issues as well." "Please promise me to be sensible." "Only if you don't mention Dane." "You sure worry a lot about Dane." "Mr and Ms Penn will be expecting you for evening tea tomorrow." "Send Mr..." "Uncle George and aunt Deb, ...my greatest sympathies." "Please be discreet." "I'd be grateful if you came a little early tomorrow." "Bye." "It's Ms Ellery-Penn." "And I think it was someone else." "When Ms Penn calls, Ouala has a purr purr kind of voice, and she had a woof woof woof voice just now." "You have to be ashamed of yourself, Henry." "Alan, should be ashamed for falling for that girl." "What does falling for someone mean?" "Gasps of admiration, kisses and such nonsense." "Means Mom has fallen for me?" "Don't be a fool William." "You have no bride, no wedding in sight and no confetti." "I... must confess, that I could close my eyes all night long." "And couldn't figure out the cause." "It had dawned on me in the morning, that I was simply too worried." "But why aren't you letting me know if you are happy to see me?" "Kate, there's no need for asking." "Aunt Deb is expecting you for tea in the evening." "Uncle George though is of opinion that it'd be better if we all stuck to our own business." "What's on your mind?" "Firstly," "I need to pay my regards to uncle George's and aunt Deb's collective wisdom." "And secondly, ...do you remember me mentioning my friend Major Davidson?" "Have you been able to find something out?" "That's what I am busy doing." "Would you be interested in taking an active part?" "Why not." "Good." "So where are we going?" "Brighton." "...We found it later, ...it was hidden in some dilapidated shed and my employer didn't want to pay..." "What are looking for here?" "I've been attacked by four gangsters a few days ago" "At least two of them were cab drivers." "I want to find them." "Why do you expect to find them here?" "There they are." "So call the police, don't idle." "We have to keep it smooth, Kate." "I want to know what depot they were operating from." "Now I know." "That a funny company name." "Now where are we going and why?" "To Steyning." "They've dragged me into a van." "License plate ARH 708" "It belongs to Lawson, a farmer from Steyning." "I'd like to ask him a few questions." "Is this dangerous?" "What if he is behind all of this?" "I doubt it." "He can unwittingly give us more leads." "This is all so interesting." "Well floor it then, don't crawl like a hearse." "Please, Kate, make no such comparisons." "I'm superstitious." " We'd like to have a word with Mr Lawson." " I am Lawson." "Sir, it appears that eight days ago your van's been ceased by some criminals." "This cannot be." "They've attacked Mr York and had threatened to kill him." "We haven't spoken to the police yet." "But we would like to hear your explanation." "I've lost my tie in that van." "My favorite one." "I'd be grateful if you could inquire about it with your workers." "You'll have to excuse me, sir, ...but eight days ago me and my family were on one of those quiz shows on the television." "We weren't at home." "But I'll ask just in case." "What if Lawson is the ringleader?" "They'll stick you in the cement bag and drown you, ...and they'll tie me to your car's bumper and crash it into the wall." "Well that is just wonderful..." "The van had stayed where it is" "Could someone have used it in your absence?" "Maybe." "As you may know, the English close their eyes to something, ...which doesn't concern them personally." "You have to accept my deepest apologies, sir." "At what time is aunt Deb expecting us?" "At nine o'clock." "I think, we could have a drink in Brighton on the way back as well." "Agreed?" "You're reading my thoughts." "Where exactly do you want go?" "Know some nice place?" "No." "But I suppose we could try any." "Duckling blue." "Hope it's not too ugly." "I reckon he comes from the second part of that Anderson's fairytale." "A gorgeous swan." "Come." "Good evening and welcome." "What are you having?" "Cognac." "Me too please." "Is something worrying you?" "Me?" "No, not at all" "It's nothing..." "Excuse me, are you from Brighton?" "No, we are Londoners." "Business faring well?" "Business?" "What concern is my business to you, sir?" "Me?" "None whatsoever." "So." "Gonna open your mouth or not?" "Keep calm." "Let's leave here." "Then the owner will have it tough." "Remember what Lawson said about the English concern for things not-their-business." " I think he was right." " Kate!" "Thomkins, we're here to collect." "Nothing personal." "It's only been two the first time." "I fought." "Then four the next time." "You had me." "Now it's five of you." "No, even six." "You're mistaken here, sir." "I've told you, we're from London, not Brighton." "It'll be five hundred, ma'am." "Preferably in large bills." "Just don't smash anything, I'll have the money now." "Just a moment there." "You are all driving cabs for the Marconicar?" "What do you want here boys?" "Who the hell are you?" "I hope you remember me, sir." "Looks like you've forgotten." "You've asked for it." "You bastard." "Run, sir." "You'll hang, you fool." "Drop the gun and get the hell out of here." "I'll count to three." "That's about it, Thomkins." "You can call the police." "They're definitely from Marconicar." "They are indeed, sir." "You're absolutely right." "Marconicar." "Been robbing me like this for half a year already." "It's a racket, sir, plain and simple." "I thought I wasn't in Chicago." "My poor England." "If you need my testimony for the police." "Here is my phone number." "I wouldn't know how to thank you, sir." "I owe you a great deal." "by the way... if you need some good advice, they're robbing everyone here, right?" "Everyone, whom they are not afraid of." "Give them hell, Thomkins." "Unite and give them hell." "They're not up to a real fight." "Goodbye, Thomkins." "Farewell." "You're two minutes late." "Nonetheless I am delighted to meet you, Mr York." "How are you doing." " Please have a seat." " Thank you, Ms Penn." "Would you like tea?" "Yes, please." "When I was young, ...my mother would not advise me, ...to go out with jockeys." "You're a jockey, Mr York, aren't you?" "Yes, Ms Penn, ...but times are different now." "Surely Aubrey Hastings and Geoffrey Bennett were both jockeys too." "But they were gentlemen." "That makes a difference, of course." "Given your profession, you seem to be a very reasonable man." "And being so, ...I will permit myself to express a somewhat more contentious opinion." "It is one thing to hire a person to ride your horse, ...but quite another to make personal friends of the jockeys one employs." "She is perhaps too young to understand it." "Aunt Deb!" "Kate, don't." "You have to accept the superficiality of this." "There are so many dowry hunters these days." "And all sorts of "lads" in general..." "Of rather doubtful lineage." "And who is your father, Mr York?" "He was an orchestra musician." " Alan, why aren't you telling the..." " An ordinary trumpeter, I said." "Have you met Dane Hillman, an acquintance of mine?" "I just wanted to clarify, that there is no difference between us." "Are you, like Hillman, ...earning your living riding horses?" "How right the scripture is about it." "To each his own." "Do you like gardening, Mr York?" "I like verdure." "Trees." "Do you believe, ...sunlight to affect daffodil growth?" "Think so." "So do I." "This is my discovery, Mr York." "I intend to write a book about it." "The result of countless observations." "I am certain it will appreciably benefit the English gardening." "Do you agree?" "I wouldn't doubt it for a second." "Uncle George, meet Alan York." " How are doing, sir?" " Good." "How are you." "I was waiting to meet you Mr York." "Though you may be unaware, I have a keen interest in you." "Thank you." "I am very pleased myself." "You've given Kate a wonderful horse." "We are hoping to win the Maindehead race with it soon." "I am sure you will." "I am ready to bet on you." "And I will." "Have no doubts about that." "Will you excuse me my somewhat intimate question, sir?" "Please, go ahead." "You have a fresh wound on your hand." "I know my wife wouldn't dare pose any questions." "And you yourself seem fairly well-bred to avoid bringing the matter to everyone's attention." "But the wound may get infected." "What happened to you?" "Uncle George, there is a whole gang of racketeers in Brighton, you know." "Can you imagine this?" "They've attacked a pub-owner, but we stood up for him." "Turns out, ...Marconicar is operating a real Chicago-style racket." "That's terrible..." "Alan says he's been attacked and threatened in a van by the same Marconi people." "But then..." "It turns out Major Davidson's been killed by the same Marconi people." "Right?" "Killed?" "I have to admit..." "I can't let go of this thought." "Thiis is no proper conversation topic however, excuse me." "Why not... why not..." "You'll have to excuse me," "I have to get back to my evening studies." "Won't you keep me company, Mr York?" "Gladly, sir." "I'll show you my collection." "Please." "The fruit of my labors, Mr York." "Three whales are holding my soul on the earthly plain." "Missis Penn," "Ms Ellery-Penn and all of this." "I have to tell you, that I am well impressed by all three of them." "This is not simply a hobby." "It gains you wealth." "Lets you.. glean into the human souls." "To get to their innermost secrets." "Do you know that Fiji men first fatten their women and then eat them." "Incredible..." "Have a look here please, what do you think it is?" "My God..." "A scalp?" "And a very real one that is." "It's about a hundred years old." "I am writing articles for posterity, you see." "And all of this lets me bring that real spirit of the days far gone into my work." "Excuse me." "What is it?" "I've never seen this word." "They were the central-American indians." "I am at the start of my work dealing with them." "And it seems" "I am already onto something." "I have compared multiple sources, ...analyzed them and have established with certainty the spelling of one of the Maya emperors." "It is an astonishing discovery my friend." "Accept my sincere congratulations." "What was his name?" "Their names are plain unpronounceable." "I had this thing happen to me once." "One of my friends having heard one of those names, ...then kept repeating it for several days and had almost lost his mind." "Oh I see." "I am very grateful for your interesting tour." "Oh, Kate is waiting for you, I see." "No, no, I am not the least insulted, please go." "Youth, hopes, ensnarement." "One day you'll see it my way." "Go." "Uncle George didn't exhaust you too much did he?" "No." "The opposite." "I have learned of the existence of some unknown king of some sort." "It's just that he seems to have an unpronounceable name." "Oh yes, Chichen Itza." "Yes," "Uncle had a pile of paper scribled over with this name." "By the way, why haven't you told aunt Deb about being a famous artist?" "Because Dane Hillman could not say this about himself." "Are you always so fair?" "I love you, Kate." "No." "Don't say so." "Don't." "But why?" "Don't you like me?" "No." "I mean, it's the wrong word." "I simply..." "Don't know yet." "Please don't hurry me, don't." "OK." "I..." "I won't hurry you." " All quiet?" " Yes." " No disturbances?" " Nope, all quiet." "It's all fine." " No victims?" " None whatsoever." "Hello inspector." "What a surprise." "Dismissed." "You went to see Thomkins?" "You are violating our agreement." "Why do I learn all the details from other people?" "I was about to call you." "What are you doing here?" "Brighton is in my jurisdiction." " Are you going to London?" " Yes." "Please, come." "First we'd have to pay Marconicar a visit." "So you know it all?" "The trick is finding the company's owner." "While not acting in a rush, as you'd say." "What do you mean?" " Are you sure that the company's owner is behind all of this?" " Yes, yes." "What do you base this supposition on?" "All the evidence leads to Marconi, doesn't it?" "Right." "And what was the bookie's name who had issued those three tickets to Major Davidson?" "Perth's." "But you said yourself, that the owner couldn't be found." "It's not what matters." "Look here." "Marconicars cabs." "And next to it?" "Perth." "This here is the bookmaker's then?" "An hour ago I've been able to establish that both the depot and the bookmaker's belong to the same man." "Who is he then?" "I thought we had an agreement." "You'll be the one to find it out." "Please." "Yeah, not bad." "If you consider how much it's been raining the previous days." "Will be soft to land on." "Dick, listen, the race is about to start, you have to tell me something, ...about that horse Gregory's given me." "I know, I know it's a stinker." "No, not quite, it has a funny habit of running into fences as if they aren't really there." "And as a result she usually falls into the ditch." " I see, thanks." " You're welcome." "[quiet in the background] you haven't forgotten to put some jam into the irishman's boots?" "[cont] you should have, he'd love it." "You alright, Joe?" "Got any news?" "Nothing." "Dead silence." "Someone's nicked my pole again." "Sir, you were almost sitting on it." "Oh yes, at least I have it, finally." " Sir." " Yes?" "A phone call for you." "Who is it?" "I don't know, but the man says it's urgent." "Hello?" "Mr York," "I know what you're going to say." "Just a minute," "I think you've forgotten about Major Davidson misfortune." "Listen here, you!" "I'll get to you, you bastard." "You have to know why I'm calling you." "I want you to live in fear, constant fear." "What's the matter Alan?" "Bloody phone call." "Have to admit it knocked me out of my saddle." "They are warning you like they did Bill." "Should we cancel the race?" "What if nothing happens?" "What if?" "It's one chance in a thousand." "What will everyone think about me?" "Would you do this?" "Don't know, Alan." "You know what, old pal." "You'd face it up." "I'll back you up, I'll be right next to you." "You'll lose the race and the prize." "That's your bread." "Have we all... ceased being men?" "Alan?" "Is there nothing left in this world, but money?" "Thank you, Dane." "You bandits!" "Who's hired you, you scumbag?" "Answer me!" "It was an order." "Who?" "Over the phone." "Dan, I got mixed up." "Why did he do this to you, Alan?" "Same story." "Major Davidson's death" "Oh, the scoundrel!" "We should question him." "He'll lead us to the ringleader." "By the way, where is Sandy, has he not gotten away?" "He's got a mouthful of his own shit, Alan." "I'm afraid he won't be able to lead you to the ringleader, he doesn't know him himself." "See, I had been right all along." "Nobody knows him." "Nobody's ever seen him." "I wonder what have I done for Sandy to had wanted to hurt me like that?" "Who would have thought." "Envy, my friend." "Plain envy." "Some call it class hatred." "And how would you explain the ringleader's actions?" "Is it class hatred as well?" "He is most likely not a proletarian, or a farmer." "I'll try to answer your question, ...since I have studied the phenomenon of crime extensively." "I'll tell you what..." "The problem of crime is social in nature." "Despite what our newspapers keep telling us." "You aren't too tired?" "No, not quite yet." "I meant our protracted game." "But I have to go now." "Well..." "I wish you all the good luck." "You've risked so much." "But the result is nowhere to be seen." "It'll come to fruition, Scilla." "Alan," "Admiral's been standing idle in Gregory's stables for too long." "I don't understand you." "What are you trying to say?" "You should saddle it, that's all." "I've spoken to the children, and we have decided that Admiral should belong to you." "You you have all lost your minds." "In your current situation." "He's worth a few thousands." "I'd rather buy him then." "No." "Bill wouldn't approve of this." "He would have supported our decison." "Thank you." "Thank you all." "Have no doubt," "Admiral will be in the best care possible." "Who is he?" "He is the greatest man to have ever ridden a horse." "He is a trainer now." "The owner of these stables." "It's enough for today." "Take him to stables once he cools down." "Sir, Joe Nantwich is looking for you." "Could he not have come here himself?" "He's got some paper with him." "What paper?" "Something written on it, sir." "Where is he now?" "At the buffet." "He keeps showing it to everyone, says it's a key to a riddle of some sort." "Lads, ...have you seen Nantwich?" "He's just been here, about three minutes ago." "He was looking for you, Alan." "He was barely standing on his feet." "Cheers." "Sir, the trucks are almost all loaded." "It's good to know." "Keep an eye on them." "I'll do my best, sir." "Report back to me when they leave." "I will, sir." "Dick, have you seen Nantwich?" "I have, he went to that van with some man." "What man?" "He's probably the van's driver that Nantwich's horse's been brought in." "[background]" " Ready?" "Let's go then." " Sure thing, sir." "Keep it calm." "When did you get so pissed, buddy?" "Bolingbroke." "You will be punished." "Chichen Itza." "What going on down here?" "There's been a murder." "My name's York." "Stay here Barlow and you please follow me." "Sure thing inspector and I'd like to have a word with your superior." "Yes, he is right over here." "This here is inspector Sothby." "He'll listen to your story, sir." "Clem!" "What is wrong again?" "Where's the cloth?" " Why I..." " Why it hasn't been rubbed?" "God have mercy on you." "Stop!" "Stop!" "All cars in my sector assume your positions." "[fragmentary] four of them, sir." "The road is blocked, sir." "He hasn't crossed it yet." "I'll report back to you as soon as we spot him." "Attention all drivers." "Aim for the horse." "Shoot the horse." "Is that clear?" "Fletcher, repeat your orders." "[radio chatter] Yes, sir, it will be done, sir." "23rd 23rd, Sonny" "You have to find him at all costs, find him before darkness falls." "No worries, sir." "He'll come at me sooner or later and I won't miss, you can count on that." "It's your duty to find him, Sonny." "You hear." "I have my own score to settle with him." "It's your duty to find him, Sonny." "OK." "Sid reporting," "No signs of him." "I am watching one and a half mile stretch of the road and the forest he must be in, ...I can swear that he hasn't yet crossed here." "You comfy there?" "If you don't like it, I could shoot you, you bastard." "I'll be fine." "Who is your boss?" "Tell me!" "I.." "I don't know." "None of us has ever seen him." "You have to believe me, sir." "We're getting our orders over the radio, listen to them yourself." "23rd, 23rd, report in." "23rd, Sonny," "Why aren't you responding, Sonny?" "Report in." "No." "Respond promptly next time." "He has to be caught at all cost." "And I don't care how you go about doing that." "He must not escape." "If you cannot catch him alive, kill him." "Good evening, sir!" "Thomkins, have you got a tape recorder?" "A tape recorder?" "Of course I do, but why?" "Take it and meet me outside." "Fine..." "We'll do everything possible, sir." "I've spent the last hours traversing this goddamn road." "Destroy him." "He must not escape alive." "[radio] Do you understand that?" " He's talking about me." "Kill him" "It's the ringleader." "The one we've been searching for all over." "Take the pistol." "[radio keeps issueing orders]" "Sonny's in there, keep an eye on him before the police arrive." "And record his broadcasts, record it all, it's our evidence." "All clear, sir." "You'll have to pardon me." "Thank god you're in your office." "Contact the Brighton police." "They should come to the Blue Duckling immediately." "There's a Marconi cab over there," "With Thomkins guarding one of the goons and recording the ringleader's orders." "It's time to act." "And a personal request." "I need Gregory to find Admiral immediately." "He's somewhere on left from the Brighton road, 8th mile." "8th mile and to the left of the road." "Good job, York." "I've been telling you godammit." "I'm on it." "Where are you going yourself?" "York!" "Wait!" "You'll pay dearly if he gets away." "I want him dead." "I want him smashed." "Tear him to pieces." "If he lives it will be the end for all of us, ...remember that." "Good evening, uncle George." "Chichen Itza." "Is that what killed Joe?" "The police will be here in a minute." "Tell me, why would a rich man like you do all this?" "It's not too late for me to leave." "I think it is." "My congratulations, Alan." "Remember me promising you the full cooperation of Scotland Yard?" "Well here they are." "Are you upset?" "Admiral's OK by the way and back in the stables." "I've asked him, the ringleader, a question as to why he did what he did." "You do remember our conversation?" "Still believe only poor men commit crimes?" "No." "Not anymore." "How?" ".." "Why?" ".." "Makes no difference now." "He did it." "He'll hang for it." "The rest doesn't matter." "What do you mean it doesn't matter?" "Why?" "Because we'll never know his true motivation." "And even if we will..." "Knowing it won't change a thing." "Nothing." "Kate." "It's you?" "Have you read it already?" "I haven't seen you for such a long time." "I've been trying to have this meeting with you for the third month already, but..." "How is aunt Deb handling this?" "Better now." "She's calmed down." "I've seen her yesterday." "It's all overgrown with shrubbery now." "Kate, my dear Kate." "You should read, why aren't you reading it?" "George Edgar Penn has been hanged in Brighton prison tonight." "We'll leave this place." "It's like a bad dream, Kate." "You have to believe me, Kate." "No." "Alan, ...you have already made your choice." "Everyone travels down his own path." "We'll be able to change it all." "No." "Nothing can be changed now." "And you know it only too well." "Kate..." "Kate..."