Baby brother, we're running late. Come on.
Where is he?
-Can you see him? -Relax. He said he'd be here.
Excuse me, I think you've got something on your dress.
No further, please.
I'm afraid your appointment's gone to the bullring instead.
He won't be returning.
The envelope, please, unless you want to go the same way as your sister.
-You didn't have to kill her. -No.
But I must be allowed some pleasure in my job.
This is my life's work.
And we will make sure that your efforts aren't wasted.
Poor chap. The man was an absolute delight.
The cleverest of any of us.
And you find him shot like a dog.
Can I trust you, Jimmy?
The Thesiger name is unimpeachable, Bundle.
Come on, you know that.
What if Gerry and Ronny's deaths were connected
to their work at the Foreign Office?
If they had discovered something untoward going on there?
I don't know what to think.
At first, I thought Lady Coote had something to do with Gerry's death, but…
I don't see she can have anything to do with Ronny's.
And, Jimmy, listen,
Ronny's last words were that I must tell you "Seven Dials."
Seven what, sorry?
Dials.
Right.
-And what am I supposed to make of that? -I don't know.
But that's what he said. "Tell Jimmy Thesiger, 'Seven Dials.'"
You'd think a chap's dying words would be a bit clearer.
And why me?
It's not as if I'm one of his closest chums.
No, I've been thinking about that.
You really have been stewing in this, haven't you?
Do you have any information for Gerry's sister, Loraine?
Ma said you contacted the family to break the news.
I did.
Not the happiest of tasks.
Attractive girl, though. Pride myself we got on rather well.
Why do you ask?
I found a letter Gerry was writing to Loraine before he died,
but there was no address.
I see.
What say I facilitate a meeting? The three of us.
At my rooms.
I wouldn't mind an excuse to see her again.
Jimmy, you are incorrigible.
I prefer "hopeless romantic."
You will be careful with all this digging around, won't you, Bundle?
Can't have a target on your back.
Or mine, either,
for that matter.
Now,
who would you say is that man staring at us through the trees?
Him again.
You know him? He's been peering and scratching in his notebook.
Yes, he followed Ronny and I when we went to confront Lady Coote,
after which I found him having telephoned Scotland Yard.
Or one of them, perhaps. Or a criminal informant.
Either way, I intend to find out.
I shan't let him get away a second time.
-Don't forget Loraine. -Uh…
Hmm? Oh!
Huh.
Hmm.
Afternoon, madam.
Uh, miss, you can't go in there.
You're quite mistaken, Officer. I absolutely can.
See?
Well, now.
This is an honor.
Lady Eileen Brent.
I know who I am.
But who the devil are you?
And why have you been following me?
It's Battle. Superintendent Battle.
May I provide you with some refreshment?
Do you have gin?
I was more envisaging tea.
-It's far too early for tea. -Mmm.
How may I be of service?
You can tell me why you tried to evade my pursuit just now.
I'm not in the habit of being followed.
If there's any following to be done, I greatly prefer to be the one doing it.
And why were you watching me when I was last with Ronny Devereux?
Uh…
I had business in a vicinity
pursuant to the inquest into Mr. Gerald Wade's death.
Ah, would you--
Why are you interested in that?
Oh, I'm interested in a great many things, Lady Eileen.
Well, then, you ought to know that the inquest got it completely wrong.
Gerry did not need or take sleeping drafts.
And he certainly did not kill himself.
Yes, I-- I took note of your statement.
Uh, he died in your bed, did he not?
He did, yes.
Yes. And you were also the person
who discovered the body of Mr. Ronald Devereux
subsequent to his having been shot?
I was.
Mmm.
Are you somehow suggesting I'm implicated in their deaths?
I-- I don't believe I used those words, Lady Eileen.
My interest lies solely in facts.
You'd be surprised how elusive they can be.
Tell me… there's been no mention of Ronny's death in the newspapers.
You have any idea why that is?
Uh, yes.
And are you at liberty to share?
I may have asked for a delay in reporting
in order to carry out my inquiries in a timely fashion.
Have you looked into any links between their deaths?
Questioned anyone at the Foreign Office?
Or the Cootes?
And what do you know about Seven Dials?
Y-You are aware, Lady Eileen,
that I am usually the person asking the questions in this office?
Then I hope you're enjoying this delightful turn of events.
Seven Dials?
Strictly speaking,
there is no such place as Seven Dials these days.
Most of it has been torn down and rebuilt.
It's still rather a low quarter. Why do you ask?
Gerry… mentioned it in this letter he was writing the night he died.
Please?
How long have you had this? Why was this not submitted to the inquest?
It felt personal. I didn't think it had a bearing.
Oh, I see.
Uh…
This reference to, uh, Seven Dials,
do you believe he was referring to the area
or the club in Hunstanton Street?
"Hunston" Street.
No, Hunstanton Street.
No, it's correctly pronounced…
-Never mind. -To which was he referring?
The area or the club?
It's unclear.
I should avoid both were I in your shoes. Would you mind if I kept this letter?
I would.
I would mind greatly.
Please don't misunderstand me, Superintendent.
It's all I have left of him.
-He was the best of men. -So I understand.
If you'll let me advise you, Lady Eileen--
I know what you're going to say.
You should return home, and leave all of this to the professionals.
Meaning I am an amateur?
You are an intelligent and perspicacious young woman, Lady Eileen,
but these are dangerous matters.
I have grasped that. I'm not a fool.
I don't for a moment believe that you are, no.
But please, stay away from the Foreign Office and the Cootes
and anything to do with Seven Dials.
This ground is treacherous. Hmm?
Mm.
You're going to do exactly the opposite of what I've just advised, aren't you?
I don't know why you'd think that.
Hmm.
Can't tell you how pleased I am to see you. An absolute treat.
So, how's everything? I don't know how you're keeping yourself together,
what with first poor Gerry and now poor Ronny.
For you to find him dying like that was…
…ghastly.
-Mmm. -Yes, I try not to think about it.
We plod on, don't we? Hmm.
Did Ronny say anything to you before he died?
"Anything" is, uh, rather a broad canvas, Bundle.
About Gerry?
All those infernal clocks?
He did not.
Absent friends.
-That's what I say. -Hmm.
Hmm. What do you know about The Seven Dials Club?
Hmm? The what where?
Seven Dials.
-On Hunstanton Street. -I don't think I know it.
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.
I've known you long enough to appreciate you only ask people to repeat themselves
when you need more thinking time.
-Do I? -Mm-hmm.
Dash it, Bundle. How is it you know me so well,
yet you're such a complete mystery to me?
-Seven Dials. Tell me everything. -I-- There's not much--
Or this will be a very short dinner.
I feel I've been somewhat ensnared.
There's not much to tell.
Nobody really goes there now.
It was a bit of a craze for a while, but goodness me,
it turns out you can get tired of eating fried fish.
So it's a nightclub, then?
Yes, that's it.
Awfully mixed crowd.
Uh, artists.
All sorts of…
odd women.
Plus a sprinkling of our lot from the Foreign Office, and the like.
Hm.
But it's played out. Nobody goes there now.
You wouldn't care for it.
-You wouldn't. -I should like to go.
-No. Bundle-- -Tonight.
No, we can't do that, Bundle. What if the police raid the place?
Shall we taxi?
Ah, good evening.
Good evening, sir. Welcome back.
Alfred?
Good evening, Lady Eileen.
How unexpected it is to see you here.
Are you not still at Chimneys? Alfred is one of our footmen.
Was. I left only recently,
after that dreadful business with Mr. Wade.
I was not aware.
Had a disagreement with your mother.
What sort of disagreement?
I felt that I should be paid.
She wasn't convinced.
She didn't mention it.
Are you, um… you sure that you have the right place here?
Yes.
There are a great many other clubs I could recommend.
This one… may, uh, not be what you're used to.
Let us hope not.
You said this place was over.
It's packed to the rafters.
Must be having a resurgence.
Everybody loves my baby
But my baby don't love nobody but me
Nobody but me
Everybody wants my baby
But my baby don't want nobody but me
It's plain to see
She got a form like Venus Honest, I ain't talking Greek
No one can come between us
She's my Sheba, I'm her Sheik
That's why everybody loves my baby
But my baby don't love nobody but me
Nobody but me
What news concerning the death of Ronny Devereux?
Now registered as a tragic accident.
The police have closed the case.
No news, then. Well done.
We must address our main concern,
securing Dr. Matip's formula.
It is essential it does not end up in the wrong hands.
We understand the formula is to be the focus
of a gathering at Wyvern Abbey.
Then, Seven, given your success with Devereux,
it must fall to you to attend Wyvern Abbey and ensure a successful outcome.
Nothing and no one must stand in our way.
Good luck, Seven.
It was like nothing I have ever known.
A masked group? In a London club?
I realize it sounds incredible.
I'm not quite so sure.
You know what you found, Bundle?
A secret society. They're everywhere these days.
Think these could be the chaps who did for Gerry and Ronny?
I'm sure of it.
They even discussed covering up Ronny's death.
The person wearing the Number Seven mask
is going to Wyvern Abbey to steal this formula.
-Who else have you told? -Just you.
I'm not certain I can quite trust Bill yet,
given his Foreign Office connections.
He tried to pretend he didn't know The Seven Dials Club.
He'd definitely been there before.
You're very wise to be cautious.
-Miss Wade, sir. -Ah. Thank you, Stevens.
Oh, and the gentleman from Lloyds telephoned again, sir.
Eager to converse.
Excellent news.
Uh, make a note for me to do just that.
Miss Wade, sir.
Loraine, my poor girl, how are you?
This is Lady Eileen Brent.
I'm sorry we're meeting under such awful circumstances.
Gerry meant everything to very many of us.
Thank you.
Feel like I've been walking around in a stupor since he died.
Yes, you're not alone in that.
I'm sorry we haven't met before.
Were you and Gerry close?
Yes, we'd become very close.
We shared a father, but separate mothers.
I was raised in Italy and only came back a year ago.
Feel like I've been swindled out of my time with him.
He talked about you a lot the last times I saw him.
You obviously meant a great deal to him.
I hope so.
-Jimmy mentioned you'd found a letter? -Yes.
It seems he started to write it to you the night he died.
Can I ask… do you know what he means when he mentions Seven Dials?
I'd mentioned going to the club there.
He got rather cross, said it was no place for a girl like me.
Still don't know why. Suppose he was just being protective.
Or he knew of that secret society you stumbled across.
Secret society?
-Jimmy, all this is not for dissemination. -Um, yes.
-Loraine Wade, wipe it from your memory. -It's too late now.
Sorry. Uh…
I keep wondering
if Ronny and Gerry were murdered because they knew something
about this secret society from their work at the Foreign Office.
And the society's leader, Number Seven, is going to be at Wyvern Abbey.
I believe he may have killed both Gerry and Ronny,
and may even kill again.
Well, then we can't let you go alone.
Um, uh…
Can we get Bill Eversleigh to procure me an invitation?
Ooh! I'm sure if he describes me as a rich young man
anxious to stand for Parliament, Lomax will fall at once.
I should like to be there too.
Um, that is neither desirable nor advisable.
You're far too precious to place at risk.
Three of us trying to secure an invite might look rather suspicious.
And I still need to gain an invite myself.
So I'm just to go home and wait?
It's safer that way.
And speaking of safe…
I think this time there should be some casualties on the other side.
Ah, Stevens.
Could you go out and buy me a pistol?
I'm feeling rather bloodthirsty this morning.
What kind of pistol would you be requiring, sir?
Um…
One that shoots bullets with alacrity
and has a very stylish handle.
Good luck inveigling a Wyvern invite from Sir George Lomax.
Lady Eileen. Well, this is an unexpected delight.
Mr. Lomax, I've heard that you are convening a gathering
at Wyvern Abbey. Is that correct?
How did you come by that information?
Lady Eileen, I implore you not to circulate this further.
Our national interests are at stake,
and the success of the gathering depends upon absolute secrecy.
I'm sorry.
It's already causing me untold anxiety.
Given her experience at social gatherings,
my mother wishes to offer whatever advice might prove helpful
in the establishment and the etiquette of the weekend.
Your mother is offering help?
How uncharacteristic.
Yes, we are all very surprised.
But in truth,
the timing could not be more fortuitous.
Yes, please.
Tell your mother I shall be over tout de suite.
À bientôt, Lady--
Ma?
Shh.
Why are you hiding there?
We have an intruder.
-How did he get in? -Tredwell admitted him.
-When you say "intruder…" -Mmm.
…do you actually mean visitor?
-See no difference. -Oh, for goodness' sake.
-By the way… -Hmm?
-When did Alfred leave? -Alfred?
One of the footmen.
Never had an Alfred.
Yes, we have. He was here for a couple of years.
Hmm. Well, ask Tredwell.
I already have.
He said it would be unthinkable for him to discuss staffing matters with me
and to take it up with you.
Oh, no. No, no.
I leave all that to, um…
Well, I'm not sure who I leave it to, but I absolutely leave it to someone.
Um, what are we to do about the intruder?
The visitor.
I fail to understand why people insist on visiting.
I mean, does not the length of the approach to this house,
does it not give them pause? Hmm?
I am pondering a moat.
Might this visitor be George Lomax?
-How do you know? -I heard he was anxious for your advice.
Advice? Oh, Bundle, no.
It's intolerable that I'm always placed under these pressures.
Ma, are you seriously intending on seeing out your days isolated here?
I have seen the world, Bundle.
I did not relish it.
Pa would not approve.
Then he should have been less insistent on dying.
With him,
I might have more interest in navigating the world external.
You still have me.
Why don't I help you greet
His Majesty's permanent Undersecretary of State for Foreign Affairs?
Now, it is essential
that our conversation remain strictly entre nous.
Prime Minister has entrusted me with hosting a gathering at Wyvern Abbey,
which will prove essential
to the future security of this, our great nation.
The venture, uh, being what, precisely?
Gaining the contractual confidence of one Dr. Cyril Matip,
an inventor out of Cameroon.
Mmm.
What has he invented?
Oh. I can only apologize, Lady Eileen.
This must be entirely of no interest to you.
No, quite the opposite.
I am hanging on your every word, Mr. Lomax.
-Are you? -Mm-hmm.
No. Surely not?
Dr. Matip has a patent process that he applies to steel.
It becomes so toughened,
a thin wire is as strong as a steel bar.
And in the right hands, properly applied,
it will revolutionize our manufacturing industry,
to say nothing of our military capability.
And in the wrong hands?
It could prove catastrophic to our national cause.
Ergo, the prime minister's interest.
Remarkable how quickly you grasp the severity of it, Lady Eileen.
I-- I must confess,
hosting is not my forte.
Really?
Lacking a wife, having dedicated my entire waking life to the body politic,
I'm not as, um, au fait with the niceties and exquisities of hosting as I might be.
Mmm. Which is why Ma has pulled out these books for you.
-Oh! -Have I?
-Have you? -She has.
She has!
Oh, my spirits are lifted.
This is…
Oh, this is the perfect tonic after that dreadful warning letter.
A warning letter?
Forget I said that.
From who?
Unsigned.
It was merely marked "Seven Dials."
It warned me not to proceed, or my well-being would be at stake.
Really? Well, a warning letter
presumably implies that there are rivals
vying for this invention.
Yes,
every civilized nation around the globe,
most notably our German friends.
I'm concerned the event might be at risk of sabotage.
Should we even proceed?
Of course.
You can't be intimidated by a mere letter.
Can't I?
No. No, I can't.
I'm not a man to be cowed by a mere blot of ink.
That is not George Lomax.
-You see that. -I do. Yes, precisely.
I had no idea you were so engaged with contemporary matters.
But politics is about the most fascinating study there is.
If only more ladies of your age felt the same.
Extend the vote to us, and we might.
What one really craves
is to witness politics from the inside.
Grand events.
Skillful statesmanship.
Then you must attend at Wyvern Abbey as my guest.
-No! -Yes.
-What? No? -Absolutely not.
Was not Mr. Lomax just…
explaining the implicit danger in the whole event?
No, no, no. Lady Cate-- Lady Caterham, have no fear.
Lady Eileen has placed fire in my belly.
The event shall go ahead. I look forward to hosting you.
It is a joy to see someone so… just so wonderfully improved.
Onwards to protection and prosperity.
Tredwell will see you out.
Go.
-Well, can't hit them all. -Ah!
Lady Eileen, I cannot tell you how pleased I am you're here.
May I introduce you to Mr. James Jonathan Thesiger?
Mr. Thesiger is keen to stand for Parliament.
A great prospect, recommended by Mr. Eversleigh,
who is currently in the House dotting T's and crossing I's.
Delighted.
Mr. Thesiger, charmed.
Now, of course you already know Sir Oswald and Lady Coote.
Yes, we are already acquainted.
You shoot, I see.
Frequently.
And Bateman, of course.
Hello, Pongo.
We're just awaiting our final guest.
-Are you totting up the shots? -Someone has to keep a record.
Yes, Bateman.
You'll be pleased to know Scotland Yard have sent their best man
to ensure our collective safety.
-How… reassuring. -Hey!
Say, Coote! Did I just see you shoot with your left?
You did, indeed.
Sir Oswald is ambidextrous.
I'm sure he can get a cream for it.
How do you mean, Thesiger?
Thesiger was attempting to be amusing, sir.
Never understood jokes. I mean, what are they for?
Right, no. No, you're right. Make a note to find out, will you, Pongo?
Damn shame about the boy Wade.
-And the India Office lad. -Mmm.
-His name was Ronny. -Ah.
Brutal business, life.
Um, may I, um…
Can you-- Thank you.
May I remind us all we have a single serious purpose here.
To ensure Dr. Matip entrusts to our great country his invention.
Now, to achieve that, we need to be at our best.
Ah. He's here, he's here, he's here. So, calm, calm, calm.
Everybody, best behavior. Calm. Dignified.
Dr. Matip, George Lomax.
-Welcome to Wyvern Abbey. -Thank you, Mr. Lomax.
Now, may I introduce you to Sir Oswald and Lady Coote.
How do you do?
Mr. James Thesiger.
-How do you do? -How do you do?
And Lady Eileen Brent.
Hello.
How do you do? It's a pleasure to meet you all.
-More coming, sir. Right. -Wow.
Right. Prepare for further slaughter.
Dr. Matip, do you shoot?
Uh, no.
Guns are… not for me.
Ooh.
We haven't offended?
Oh, no. Um…
-Perhaps I could rest before dinner? -Of course, of course.
We'll keep the noise down.
No shooting!
Terrible idea, shooting. I don't know whose it was.
Let me show you inside.
You all right, old girl?
Keeping an eye out for the identity of this murderous Number Seven, eh?
Ronny was shot in the chest.
They're clearly at home with guns.
Everyone here is, though.
I'd say Lomax is the most jumpy right now.
It seems to me that either Lomax or Coote could be your Number Seven.
And then, of course, there's this chap.
Lady Eileen.
Mr. Thesiger.
He knows my name. Wait, that's not a good thing, is it?
I see you have ignored all of my advice and exhortations.
I was personally invited by George Lomax.
Mmm.
Have you found out who killed Gerry Wade or Ronny Devereux yet?
And my investigation continues.
But your--
Your presence here simply complicates my ability to do that.
I'm merely here as a guest.
Are you indeed?
Oh, I say! Excellent.
Splendid performance. Who was that?
-Which Coote? It was one of you. -It was me, Lady Coote.
Lady Coote. Should have known.
What were the final scores, Lady Maria?
Now, as we're now all assembled,
I wonder, Dr. Matip, if you would do us the honor
of telling us just a little bit about your life and journey
to this table.
My family is from Douala, in the southwest of Cameroon.
Ah. Mmm.
At the time of my birth, Douala was a German protectorate.
My father was a village leader,
and like many of the children from the top families,
I was sent to Germany to be educated.
Did you say Germany?
-Mmm. -Were you really?
-Mmm. -Oh.
Where exactly in Germany, Dr. Matip?
I studied engineering at the Goethe University in Frankfurt,
as well as apprenticeships in the Ruhr.
It's a very beautiful country.
And is that the extent of your connections to Germany?
No.
I fought for them in the war.
You fought for the Germans?
Yes. I had no choice.
The whole of West Africa
was engulfed in battles between Germany, France, and England.
In Cameroon, we faced troops from Nigeria,
the Belgian Congo,
French Equatorial Africa.
For more than two years,
Africans fought other Africans on behalf of and led by…
…white Europeans.
Well, then we are
grateful for all their, and your, endeavors.
I lost my entire family.
I never want to see anything like that happen again.
You're not alone in that, Dr. Matip.
Now my country is French.
Thanks to the Treaty of Versailles.
But I'm grateful to England for affording me safe passage
and allowing me to be here with you today.
Thank you. You can now rest easy in the knowledge
that you are now in a country that you can trust.
Yes.
Of course.
But you would say that, wouldn't you?
I'm sorry?
I do not follow.
When we want someone to trust us,
we first assure them of our trustworthiness.
But equally, the first act of the duplicitous
is to demonstrate how they are beyond reproach.
This is England.
Our word is second to none.
That's what the Germans said.
And the French.
If you never want to see another war,
we are your men.
-Isn't that right, Lomax? -Absolutely.
Now,
I want to see this formula in action.
Did you bring a sample?
Oswald, not at the table.
Oh, hang convention. Let the dog see the rabbit.
Do you remember the etiquette lessons?
Don't you agree, Lady Eileen?
Yes. I'd be fascinated to see.
The casing of this pocket watch
is noncorrosive, nonmagnetic metal,
made to withstand extremely high temperatures.
This was the best way to transport it.
Since the end of the war, this has become my life's work.
To create a metal so impervious to destruction
that, well, war itself would no longer have purpose.
This sample…
Can you prove it's as strong as you say?
Do you still have those shotguns?
-Are we sure this is safe? -Sir Oswald is an excellent shot.
Mmm.
May I?
Yes.
Incredible.
The casing, barely a mark on it.
Bravo, young man.
Very impressive.
Now, there is a safe in your room to store the formula and demonstration model.
Police officers are stationed around the grounds.
May I suggest we all retire after a very successful evening?
-Well done. -Thank you.
Good night.
Thank you.
Congratulations.
Stay with me, Jimmy.
Bundle. Bundle, Bundle!
What in the Lord's name are you doing here?
You are not to get mixed up in this!
-Do you understand? -I'm already mixed up in it!
I think whoever killed Gerry and Ronny is here at the Abbey.
And I think they're about to steal Dr. Matip's formula.
Now, you can either be cross with me,
or the three of us can devise a plan
to stop any theft and expose the killer.
Yeah. That's a good-- good idea.
We need to make sure no one comes in or out of Dr. Matip's room overnight.
Here is the perfect vantage point.
Anyone coming or going will be easily spotted.
We'll divide the night into watches.
-Heads, you go first, I go second. -Yes.
Tails, vice versa.
That's only two watches.
It's no job for a girl. It's far too risky.
Right. Tails. I'll go first. We switch at three.
And I'll even lend you Leopold when the time comes.
Leopold?
My new best friend.
Bundle. Why did you let him bring a gun?
I'm not his keeper.
And what about my watch?
This chap doesn't play fair.
Let us boys take the watches, okay?
Right. Everyone to our corners. Go.
Botheration!
Very poor class of ivy. Oh.
Dr. Matip's.
Superintendent.
You gave me a fright.
That is precisely what I am here for, Lady Eileen.
What are you doing out here?
Ensuring that no one is about who shouldn't be.
May I ask what you are doing out here?
-Me? -Yes, you.
Do you normally exit buildings via the window?
Uh…
Depends on the building.
I was looking for the west terrace.
-Oh, the west terrace? -Mm-hmm.
Well, the west terrace is my purview,
so may I encourage you to return to bed?
And when I say "encourage,"
you may take that as a direct instruction or order,
should that be more effective.
How long have you worked at Scotland Yard, Superintendent?
I shall provide you
with a full professional history at a later point.
But you are causing a distraction at a vital juncture
and are therefore running the risk of arrest
unless you do as I ask immediately.
Please.
-Back up the ivy? -Oh, yeah. What's left of it, if you can.
Of course I can.
Very easily.
Where's our watchman?
Bill.
Dash it all.
Bill, wake up. Jimmy's deserted his post.
Boys?
Bill?
Jimmy?
Jimmy, is that you?
No! Jimmy!
-Quick! -What on earth is going on?
-Gracious. What's going on? -Hoskins!
-Jimmy. -Bundle.