London, PO Box in Fulham, did it meself.
Yvonne! You know how I feel!
It was a bulk buy, Sydney.
The name of the person ordering?
No name, just the request and cash in an envelope.
We did get a letter from a fruitcake in London, though.
Well, you get habituated
to funny letters when you're in ladies' hose.
Some of the things they write, they make your hair stand on end!
Do you still have that letter, Madame?
That young lady that was strangled with a stocking,
by ABC in that beach hut...
..Her stocking, wasn't it...
wasn't a Twinkle Toes, was it?
Oh. Poor kid.
This is it.
"Dear sirs, I followed your instructions to the letter,
"and am now in residence
"and ready to begin my venture with Twinkle Toes.
"The coat is the best quality that I have ever owned
"and I will take very good care of it,
"and only wear it when engaged upon your business."
大衣 大衣 他在说什么呢
Coat? Coat? What's he talking about?
"I promise that I will be a most loyal
"and dedicated representative of your product.
"Yours faithfully, Alexander B Cust..."
"I followed your instructions to the letter."
I need to make a telephone call.
What did I tell you, eh?
Always the quiet ones, always.
There, you see, I was right.
That's why you should listen to me. I know things.
We've got him.
Why don't you come in the house, miss?
Sit quietly with your mother till this is done.
- Lily? - Don't go back to the house.
- What? - Police are here for you.
Don't go back.
Go somewhere else, Mr Cust.
Alexander Bonaparte Cust...
- ABC. - Run!
Go! Go! Go!
I want him alive!
Don't you dare let him die, I want him alive!
You dusted the typewriter for fingerprints?
All his, except for a few.
He planned it all in here.
It's a real shithole.
- Will he live? - Long enough.
Some sort of brain growth, apparently.
He's a strange one, no mistake.
When they stripped him off at the hospital,
they found all these holes in his back,
like he'd been hammering nails into himself.
Religious fanatic, maybe.
Makes no odds. He'll face trial.
Tumour won't kill him, the law will do that.
I wish to see him.
And please telephone your colleagues in Andover
and ensure that Peter Ascher is released from prison.
He is innocent.
Forgot about him.
He said I was a...good man.
Japp told you I was a...
Well, he'd be pleased with this.
He'd be pleased.
That was a good hunch on the stockings.
You were right about them.
I was listening.
Are you going to see him?
Will you tell him I've got his backgammon case?
I sneaked it away.
Got it hidden.
He might want it.
He's very sick, Mademoiselle.
I thought he was poorly.
Tell me, Mademoiselle...
Lily, just Lily.
Mr Cust received no visitors, but did he receive letters?
He got parcels that came before he arrived,
and then a letter and parcels came later.
And they would have arrived after the Doncaster murder?
Yeah. They did.
You warned him because you thought he could not have done it.
Tell me how Mr Cust could have killed that man
in Doncaster during the four o'clock race, and be home by seven.
I know he was home by seven because...
You were walking on his back, and you'd broken a sharp heel.
The pain of that would have been a distraction
from the agony in his skull.
Those floors want mopping.
You're on borrowed time with me, girl.
I wish I'd used a knitting needle on you.
Get out of my sight!
You abuse your daughter, Madame?
How long are you going to be?
As long as I want.
Hanging's too good for him,
what he did to our darling Betty.
I'd put the rope around his neck myself,
and there's not a man in England who'd judge me for it.
Do you know me?
I know of you.
But you wrote me this intimate letter, and many others.
"I followed you the other day.
"You looked old and tired.
"You looked sad.
"I was rather concerned for you."
I don't remember writing this.
I must have done.
I say that.
And I went to all of those places.
They were all on the list that Twinkle Toes gave me.
They said it was easier for new salesmen to work alphabetically.
They sent a list.
It was so helpful.
I wasn't very good at selling stockings, though.