The Man with the Glass Eye

Mr. Jefferson, the visitor you were expecting, has come.

You're as exciting as always, Leila. But let's get the business over first.

I'm glad you agreed to sign the contract as solo dancer.

Only because I love you and trust you. - Here. All you have to do is sign.

You'll get a replacement for me with a Las Vegas girl?

Of course!

That's what I promised.

Chin, chin! - Chin, chin!

And now...

that we've gotten rid of the business, let's get down to pleasure.

For Mr. Jefferson. - Give me.

But, I'm to hand it over to him in person. - He asked us to take the cues for him.

He doesn't want to be disturbed tonight anymore. Anything else?

I didn't know they came that small.

Archie! - You're mine.

Good evening. This is Edgar Wallace speaking.

And don't forget, Sir Arthur. You've got to go on blowing, or it won't be stiff.

You'll get a soft green mess. The whole effort will have been in vain.

But how long do I have to go on blowing? - Just as I said, until it's quite stiff.

Then you pour the foam over the omelette and serve while still warm.

You wanted to dance with me, Sir Arthur. - Can't you see I'm busy now, Mabel.

A new cooking recipe I was just given. - Cooking is really a wonderful hobby.

It's much more thankful than sex. - But only when I'm serving the dessert!

Every time she mentions the word "dessert" there's a telephone call for me!

Sir, London Club. One moment, please.

You're quite right. It's for you, Sir Arthur.

Thank you. Hello?

Yes. Aha!

Yes. At once.

Are we going to dance or aren't we? - Calm down, don't be so greedy.

Softy, you'll represent me while I'm away. I'm sure Mabel's alright in your care.

No, I wouldn't be too sure of that. No woman's really safe when I'm around.

All I can say is it's very fortunate that you reached me when you did.

I always like to be the first at the scene of a crime. What's going on here?

Are you quite mad? You can't simply carry away the corpse before I could...

search the place for traces of the crime. What amateur is fiddling around here?

I'm afraid it's only me, Sir Arthur. - Perkins! How is it you're here already?

Just a coincidence. Unfortunately someone got here before I did...

and took the murdered man's belongings. I found a glass eye in his pyjamas.

In his pyjamas? - Maybe he wanted to read a murder story.

I see. Who was the murdered man? - Mr. Jefferson, one of our best guests.

See to it that the press doesn't find out. The reputation of our hotel is at stake.

Poppycock! A hotel that can't boast a murder in London nowadays,

belongs to the second category. - The murderer's weapon, Sir Arthur.

Did Mr. Jefferson receive a lady tonight? - Yes.

Did you know the lady personally? - Yes.

Is that all you can say? - Yes.

Your vocabulary is limited to "yes" and "no"?

Yes.

Yesterday evening a bag of billiard cues was delivered for Mr. Jefferson.

So the murdered man was a billiard player? Was the subject of billiards discussed?

No. I'm not interested in billiards. - What time did the lady leave the hotel?

I'm afraid I didn't see her leave. - What did she look like?

I'm also not interested in women. - You can make an exception this time.

If you strain yourself, you might help us. - You could describe her as being pretty.

Fur coat, medium quality, calf-skin. Medium sized. Long, blonde hair.

Hey, you wanna get pinned to the board, Miss Leila?

You got to be grateful to turn up at all! You'll get a fine for this!

Sorry.

Say, what's between you and Stoke? He asked for you. He seemed pretty mad.

With Stoke? Just a fit of jealousy. I must talk to you!

What's the matter? - Not now.

Good evening, lovely girls! May I introduce myself? I am Rubiro,

flame-swallower and knife-thrower. Internationally renowned.

Don't bother. We know you only too well. Mr. Stoke?

What is it?

Please see to it that we don't get molested. There's really no reason...

why this man should be in our room. - I don't want you in their dressing room!

Where have you been all night again? - You filthy louse!

You wait. We're going to have a little chat after the dress rehearsal.

Isn't it permitted to introduce oneself to one's new colleagues?

You've done it twice already! - They're not the kind of colleagues...

you're used to. These are The Las Vegas Girls,

internationally famous. Guest appearances on the best stages and in the best beds.

Shut up, you stupid idiot! - You let him speak to me in that tone?

You can't go on living without your doll anymore, huh?

I can't stand his mug anymore! - And that goes for me too, Rubiro!

Have you both gone crazy? Stop it! You can fight anywhere you want,

but not here in the theatre!

Stoke, dress rehearsal in 5 minutes.

If that happens once more, you'll both get fired! I'll see to it.

Daddy!

Come on, kids. Hurry up! Hurry up! - On stage, everybody!

Oh! - You need a personal invitation, Leila?

Come on! - Come on! Hurry up, Leila!

Leila!

Philadelphia, 1966. Jefferson alias Bradley, dealer in white slavery.

Sydney, 1967. Wanted for white slavery. - Always girls behind it.

How does he do it? - You say January '68 he was in London?

January '68 he was in prison in Boston. However did he manage to do that?

He's taken that little secret with him. A post-mortem examination won't reveal it!

The fingerprints, found on the weapon. - What's going on here?

You found them on the murder weapon? - Yes, Sir.

Perkins, what are you waiting for? Have the man arrested immediately!

Well, Sir Arthur, you're under arrest. - Come, come now! We're on duty.

No fun and games, please! - Sorry, but only your fingerprints...

are found on the weapon. - To show you how careful you must be!

Smith? Back to work! Why are you smiling? - I'm sorry, Sir.

The longer the hair, the stupider you get! - But, Sir Arthur, think of Einstein.

Einstein only grew his hair to play the violin, and he was bad at that.

The drawing corresponds to the clerk's description.

No one talks to me!

Oh yes. Maybe you know the lady. Did you ever meet her?

Unfortunately not. - Pepper?

You need a lot of money for such a girl. That's not exactly my strong point!

Well then, we'll have to search. You'll find out if this ring was stolen...

or bought in London by tonight. - And what am I to do the rest of the day?

That is entirely up to you. - This little present is a token of thanks

for a wonderful night spent together with you that I'm still longing for!

And this is a token of thanks for the cheap joke you've made once too often.

We're dealing with a case of murder here, not a case of loving!

No, Sir.

Perkins here.

What? I'll be with you at once. Quick, Pepper! Never mind the ring now!

May I ask what this call was all about? After all, you were using my telephone.

One of the Las Vegas Girls was killed!

Her death means a lot to you, does it? - We were good friends.

Stupid idea to cover those lovely girls' faces with a mask. Look at this!

Have you gone mad? You saw her face! Do you want to get poisoned?

With the mask over your face you stick these 2 poisoned needles into your skin.

Where did she come from? - Stockholm.

Did she have relatives or friends here? - Just her friend, an American.

She met him when he was visiting Paris. He followed us all the way here.

Pepper, get the man here. What's his name? Where does he live?

Mr. Archibald Jefferson. Palace hotel. - Chief! That's... - Forget it!

I thank you. You're a great help to us. You can rest now, but don't go away.

We'll probably need you again later on. Get rid of the crowd.

Please go outside! Remember, the murderer always returns to the scene of a crime!

He might be among you now!

That goes for you, too.

So Leila Anderson was the unknown girl with Mr. Jefferson yesterday evening...

and was there when the murder took place. - She'd have preferred to go without.

Yes. Bring this mask to the lab, and search her room very carefully.

Aye, aye, Sir.

My goodness! You drive like the devil! If you keep going on like this,

we'll get into the next Monte Carlo rally! - But I don't have a driving license!

What? - I'm short sighted, don't you know?

I always mistake the break for the accelerator. I failed the exam 3 times!

If I would have known that! Wait a minute. This won't take long now.

The corridor to your left! - Thank you.

Nobody is to leave the theatre! All men on the stage, all the women to me!

How many knives do you have? - Twelve.

Can I have a look?

No, I say...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. - You're right!

And where's the twelfth? - Somebody must have stolen it.

No! Yesterday you killed somebody with it! - Mr. Rubiro and his new assistant...

were rehearsing on this stage until 4 am. - She's probably an accomplice.

Yes, that's what it is! Arrest him! - Although we would be more than delighted

if Rubiro were to be arrested. Unfortunately we cannot deny the fact...

that he spent the night here, rehearsing. - So you can bear witness to that?

Yes, Sir. - And you?

And I can confirm that too, Sir. My name is Stoke. I'm the stage manager.

You may have a good alibi, but it makes you all the more suspicious!

And why were you here until 4 am, too? - I was repairing my puppets.

Your dressing room is beside that of the Las Vegas Girls?

What has that got to do with the murder at the Palace hotel?

The girl who was in Jefferson's room yesterday was found in the...

Las Vegas Girls' dressing room, murdered. - Las Vegas Girls? I'd forgotten that!

I want to see all the Las Vegas Girls! - All the Las Vegas Girls,

report backstage to Sir Arthur at once!

I don't want anybody to confirm my alibis. Understand?

See, Daddy? That's all the thanks you get for trying to help someone.

Now, I'll ask you a simple question. All you have to do is answer...

with a simple "yes" or "no". Which one of you ladies has seen the murderer?

Sir Arthur means, have you seen anyone in the theatre who doesn't belong here?

I expressed myself clearly enough! - More than enough, Sir Arthur.

Just look at that sweet little thing over there, raising her leg.

I believe she wants to tell me something. - Why don't you question her in your car?

You'd be undisturbed there. - My car! That's what I'd forgotten.

What's going on here? Stop it at once, I say!

Your new assistant? What's her name? - Oh, yes. What is your name?

Miss Finley! - You may carry on.

Mabel! Stop this at once!

Mabel, my dear! Are you alright?

It's terribly exciting! Each time I found one of those pointed things flying at me,

I had to think of you, Sir Arthur. - How delightful!

Thank you. You may go back to your dressing rooms, but please don't go away.

I might need you again.

Bruce! - I must speak to you!

Be careful! The police are searching the place. One of our girls was murdered.

That doesn't affect me! When do I see you? - Bruce, I told you it isn't any use.

Please. In all these years too much has happened.

Look at that! She hasn't been in London one week yet and got a sweetheart already.

What is it you want?

You can't get rid of Snooky as easily as you can of a young dancing girl.

Snooky only speaks the truth. And you can't kill the truth.

Isn't that so, Snooky? - Yes, Daddy.

Bruce! - Get out!

Come!

Come to the hotel later on. I'll wait for you in the bar.

There just isn't any point.

Oh yes. Let's start all over again.

You're no longer the same person, so nervous, restless. Are you in trouble?

After you disappeared... Those first months, they were the worst for me.

For me, too. - I want to know why you went away.

There was simply no other way. - My question was why!

Bruce! It's a thing of the past. Let's not talk about it anymore. Yes?

Alright. We'll start all over again. - I can't go on being the mysterious...

mistress of a rich man, can I? - I don't want you to. I love you!