(mysterious music)
- [Man] I suppose they don’t give your music
a little appreciation.
You should listen to my old record sometime--
- [Woman] Yeah, but they just send me to sleep.
- [Man] What about yours?
Yours can't even wait!
- That's my favorite.
Look at this, just like in the magazine.
- I made it just for you.
- Oh, Peter, isn’t that beautiful?
- It's lovely, Barbara.
- Look at that, she's talented.
- Well anyway, I'm sorry I don't call it music.
- Oh, Daddy!
- No, the tunes aren't tunes,
the lyrics, you can't hear them.
I mean--
- Really?
What's your idea of music, huh Bob?
Operetta?
♪ When I'm calling you
(laughing)
- Oh Lord.
That sounds like Mrs.Duncan's dog howling.
- Oh, really.
Well, you know, Julie and her friends are younger,
they want something with a little life in it,
do you mind?
- No, well, life is one thing, and noise is another.
- It's not noise.
You're such an old fuddy-duddy.
Isn't he, Auntie Helen?
- Yes.
(laughing)
- What do you think, Peter?
- If it isn't in a book that’s at least 50 years old,
Peter doesn't even know that it exists.
- Now honey, that is a slight exaggeration.
- No, no, no.
Book selling is not only his profession,
but it's his religion.
His one true faith.
Books.
- There is some truth in that, actually.
- Ah, there sure is.
- Well, now, who has room for some trifle?
- Well, I think I could force myself.
- Great.- Mhm, that's me.
Going to be bad.
- Well, I'm very glad to hear it.
- So, Bob, you're not gonna recognize your wife?
- [Bob] What?
- [Helen] Tomorrow.
- I'm taking them with me down to London tomorrow,
you remember.
- Oh, yes.
- Now you'll be sitting there, sipping your tea,
minding your own business,
and in will walk this gorgeous,
drop dead platinum blonde,
hair piled up in a French twist.
How would you like a French twist, hey, Bob?
- Well frankly, I don’t think it would suit me.
(laughing)
- Oh, really.
Well, I think it would suit you,
I think it would look great on you
with a little hat, little veil.
(laughing)
- Uncle Peter!
(gasps)
- Julie, you blinded me.
- Well, I just realized we don't have any pictures
of you and Uncle Peter in the album.
- Oh, but Julie, you shouldn’t take pictures
without asking permission.
- Yeah.
You caught me with my mouth open.
(chuckling)
- How else would she catch you?
(laughing)
- What's that supposed to mean?
I never shut up?
- No. (chuckling)
- Look, I've just got one more exposure
left on this roll.
Mom, Auntie Helen?
- Oh, no, no.- Come on.
- Let's show her what glamour's all about.
Come on, Barb.
Loosen up!
I've seen more laughs at a funeral.
(chuckling)
- No, it's no problem,I'll take her.
- Go on, go on.
Oh I know, but you shouldn’t have to!
- I'll drop her off at the school.
- Yes, but she should be able
to get to school on her own.
- Mom, it's much too cold to walk!
- Well, look at you!
Button up, it won't be too cold.
Look at your scarf.
Oh, Julie, at least keep your chest covered.
- Look, I'm fine.
- Now get in.
There you go.
Bye bye now.
- Have a nice time in London.
- Yes, thank you.
Morning.
- Good morning.
- Hi, honey.
Ready?
- Every morning it's the same thing.
Julie gets up 15 minutes late,
gobbles down her breakfast, and then it's--
- No, no, no, get in the front.
- No, you get in the front!
- Oh, will you just relax
and get in the front and ride with Peter?
- All right.
- You're our guest.
- Thank you.
- Okay, off we go.
- Next stop, London.
(car engine revs)
(lighthearted music)
- Oh now, look at these book binder shoes.
These would be good for Peter.
(chuckling)
Of course, I'd never buy those shoes.
I mean, if he tried to buy shoes for me, I'd kill him.
(chuckling)
- Oh, look at the kitty.
- It's very cute,you should get that.
- No, I'd never wear.
- Oh, you might.
It's cute.
- Mm, cashmere.
I love cashmere.
Now look, that would be a pretty color on you,
with your eyes.
- It would, wouldn't it?
It's very nice.
- And that would be nice on you.
- Orange?
- Yes.
Something bright.
- You know, we should comeback after the holidays,
when they have the sales.
- No, no, we should get it now.
They might be gone by then.
You know, as my Aunt Sophie used to say,
"If it talks to you, buy it."
(laughs)
- Good woman, Sophie.
Oh, that would be pretty on you.
- No, no, this is for you--
- For me?
- Look how beautiful, yes.
- Oh, I couldn't wear that color.
- Oh, Barbara, I'm sure that Bob would love this.
- Bob?
- Yes, in fact, I know from personal experience
that he would love this nightgown.
- Oh, you do?
- Yes, I do.
You see, Bob and I have been, well--
- You vamp, you. (chuckling)
- No, really, really,look at this on you.
It would be so great, this color.
- But don't you think I look better
in softer colors?
- No, no, I think you need color,
and patterns, and prints, and--
- Really?
- Barbara, yes.
Look at that hat.
- Don't you like my hat?
- Not really.
It makes you look like the queen mom.
- Well, she's an attractive woman.
- Yes, but, is that the kind of image
that you're trying to project?
- You're right.
All right.
- There, you see?
Better already.
- Is it?
- Yes, you look great.
- Good.
- Did I hear you say that you
bought me some new socks?
- Oh yes, love.
Right over there in the back.
Oh wait, Julie.
Honestly, I have to do this here.
- Hello, hello!
What's all this then?
(gasps)
Don't tell me you're seriously considering wearing this.
(laughing)
- Oh, that sneak.
- Helen.
- Yeah, she must've put that in the bag
when I wasn't looking.
- Oh, it's beautiful.- Bit much.
- Well, I think you should wear it, Mom.
- [Barbara] Julie!
- Well, if you don't want to wear it,
I'd be glad to!
- You won't, my girl.
(bell ringing)
- I bet that's her now.
"Sweetheart, I'm right out of coffee.
"Do you have any?"
- Oh God, I wish you were allowed to use the telephone.
- Come on, Julie,get back to work.
- Mr. Jackson.
- Yes?
- Ah, good evening.
My name's Stewart.
I'm investigating a certain matter in this neighborhood
and well, I wanted to have a little word with you
and your family.
This is my identification,by the way.
- Ah.
The Metropolitan Police.
- Yes, yes.
If you want confirmation,ring Scotland Yard.
Whitehall, 1212.
Ask for Superintendent Watts.
- [Barbara] Is there something wrong?
- No, this is Mr. Stewart,he's from the police.
- On an inquiry.
(chuckling)
- [Bob] Well, you better come in.
- [Stewart] Thank you very much.
- [Bob] I'll just make that call.
- Ah, yes, of course.
Thank you.
(bell rings)
- Is something wrong?
- Wrong?
- Well, if you're here on an inquiry--
- Oh, no, no, no, I was just explaining to your husband,
I'm gathering some background information.
- [Bob] Oh, good evening.
I wonder, is Superintendent Watts there--
- Jackson.
Are these paintings yours?
- Afraid so.
- No, they're charming.
- Oh, thank you.
(chuckling)
- What are you studying?
- Oh, history.
- Oh.
- I'm writing an essay on the Tudors.
- Oh, the Tudors.
Oh, I used to be able to rattle all that off by heart.
You know, the Tudors and the Stuarts,
no relation, I'm afraid.
(laughing)
- May I get you some tea, Mr. Stewart?
- No thank you, no, no.
- Thank you very much, Superintendent.
Right.
Bye.
- Ah, well.
Now I hope Superintendent Watts managed to convince you
that I wasn't going to run off
with the family silver.
(laughing)
- No, he didn't tell me what you had come for.
- Ah, well, if you hadn't robbed me of my little speech...
May we sit down?
- Oh, please.
- First of all, I must apologize
for barging in on you like this.
The fact is, we need your help,
on a very delicate matter.
- Are you a policeman?
- Technically, yes.
Only I work mostly with the civil service,
which as you know, can cover the multitude of sins.
- What sort of an inquiry?
- Well, that's rather difficult to explain precisely,
because so much of my work does consist
of confidential matters.
But one thing I can tell you,
we have become interested in a particular chap,
and this chap has been seen regularly in the neighborhood.
We want to know a little more about him,
and I'm afraid that means asking
rather a lot of boring questions.
- Does this chap live around here?
- He comes here most weekends.
We think he has friends in this neighborhood.
- Well, what's his name?
What's he look like?
- Powell.
Lawrence Powell is his name.
At least that's his name at the moment. (chuckling)
Have you seen him?
- No.
Doesn't look familiar to me.
- Mr. Jackson?
- No.
- Miss Jackson?
- No.
Doesn't look like a very nice man.
What's he done?
- Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Miss Jackson.
- Oh, it's confidential?
- Yes, that's right.
- [Julie] But has someone actually seen him around here?
- Oh, we've been keeping an eye on him for some time.
- You mean, you followed him?
- To this neighborhood, yes.
And that's what brings me to your door, in fact.
We're looking for a few places,
where we can keep an eye out,
on the occasional Saturday and Sunday.
We want to know an awful lot more about this Mr. Powell.
Now, the problem is,
how can our people observe without being observed?
In these quiet streets where everyone
knows everyone else,you see the difficulty.
Now, our people must be concealed.
Well, it's the only way.
And we're looking for a place here, in Hartley,
a room, somewhere,
where we can keep an eye on the neighborhood.
- What do you mean, a room here?
- [Stewart] Just fora day or two, yes.
- Well, I don't know about that.
- Well, I'd do it myself.
Just me.
One Saturday, one Sunday.
- Where would you watch from, here?
- Upstairs.
Yeah, I thought the bay window upstairs.
- In our bedroom?
- That's perfect!
- Good look outpost,hey, Miss Jackson?
- Oh, yes!
- I mean, couldn't you watch from a car?
A parked car?
Couldn't you do that?
- These roads around here are very empty.
An unfamiliar vehicle parked for any length of time--
- Mm, yes, I see.
- If there was a reasonable alternative,
I do assure you, we wouldn't be bothering you like this.
Did you build this, Mr. Jackson?
- Yes.
Yes, I have.
I work in the aircraft industry.
- Yes, I know.
- You know?
- Well, we wouldn't dream of acting a favor like this of you
if we didn't know something about you.
- Oh, you mean you had us screened?
- Well, as your work involves some classified material,
we knew, well, what we needed to know.
- [Barbara] What is that?
- That we could trust you.
- [Bob] Presumably this man has committed
a crime of some sort.
- We have every reason to believe that he has
been involved in some form of illegal activity, yes.
- Yes, well I mean,wouldn't it be dangerous?
- Oh, there's no need to worry about that,
he's not a thug.
No, there's no danger of any physical violence.
- What do you think?
- I don't know.
It's up to you.
- All right, then.
All right.
- All right.
- Thank you.
Thank you very much indeed.
- [Bob] When would you want to do this?
- Well, I'll let you know as soon as possible,
and I will do my best to give as much notice as I can.
Now, I've taken up quite enough of your time.
Oh, by the way,yes, if anybody asks
who was visiting you tonight,
just say it was your insurance man.
- Why should anyone ask?
- Well, you know how curious people sometimes are.
(chuckling)
Yes, while we're on that subject,
it is very important not to tell anyone
about any of this.
And I do mean absolutely nobody.
No family, no friends,no school chums.
Better safe than sorry, aye?
(chuckling)
Goodnight, thanks again.
- [Bob] Yes, well I'll--
- [Barbara] Goodnight.
- See you out.
- Oh, Mom, isn't it exciting?
I wonder what this man,this pal could've done.
- Mhm.
- What can you do in Hartley Drive?
It's so boring.
(mysterious music)
- Please hold still.
Last pin.
All right.
- Ow!
- Ah, what?
- Nothing.- All right.
Is that all right?- Just undo it.
Would you, please?- Yes.
- It's gonna be very nice.
Well...
(chuckling)
Knowing you, you're gonna have it all stitched together
by the time I get across the street.
- Careful, careful.
Oh, hardly.
- You know, before I forget,
I have this for Julie.
- What is it?
- Well, a friend of mine sent it to me from Toronto.
You know, you can't even get this record here yet.
- Is it another one of those rock n' roll things?
- Yes, it is.
I think you would even like this one, Barbara.
- I doubt it.
I don't understand, half the boys in the neighborhood
are trying to look like rock n' roll singers.
I don't know why.
That Malcolm Granger that Julie's been spending time with.
Ugh.
- Oh, I've seen him.
He's a good looking boy.
- Yeah, so he's not gonna have those locks for very long
if he keeps on speeding about on that motorbike.
He's just reckless,completely irresponsible.
(catchy music)
- This is great, isn't it?
♪ Come on, baby
- Now look, I want to show you some steps.
Watch this.
♪ Come on, baby
- Good, get into it, get into it.
That's right, let go, let go.
Very good.
Now let's see.
Can you try?
Good, Barb.
Very good.
Now swim!
Just go with it, that's it, yes.
Oh!
(laughing)
♪ Oh, baby, baby, twist
- Stop, Mom, you were great!
Just wait 'til I tell Dad!
- Oh, don't be silly.
(laughing)
- What is that record anyway?
- Well, a friend of mine sent it over for you,
do you like it?
- Oh, Auntie Helen!
Thank you!
(laughing)- You're welcome.
Well, you see now, you're a very, very good dancer.
Really, you've got the moves.
We should go down to that club,
what do you call it, the Jazz Club?
- Oh yeah, you've already got me
going to the art class.
(laughing)(phone ringing)
Answer the phone,will you, Julie?
- Okay.
- But you're enjoying the art class, aren't you?
- Well, yes, but you can't just do everything
that you enjoy, can you?
- [Helen] Why not?
(chuckling)
- Here.
Helen, if everyone had your attitude--
- Oh, then the Earth would crack,
and the sky would fall.
- Well, no, but I mean Bob does, on occasion,
like to find me at home.
I am his wife, after all.
- Yes, but you don't have to be just a housewife,
you can be your own person too.
- It's for you, Mom.
- Who is it?
- I don't know, he didn't say.
- Oh, well, make the tea, will you, love?
Hello.
- It's Mr. Stewart here,
I wonder if you remember me the other evening.
Is this a good moment?
- I want to talk to you a minute, kiddo.
- What?
- Well, I thought you weren't supposed to go
charging around town on the backs of motorcycles, hm?
- When did you see me?
- The other afternoon, with young mister what's his name?
- Malcolm.
- Yeah, Mr. Malcolm.
I thought all of that was strictly forbidden.
- He was only bringing me home from school,
and he's very careful.
And it's so exciting,Auntie Helen.
- Well, your Mom doesn't think so.
- Oh, she keeps treating me as if I were 12 or 13.
- Honey, worrying is what being a mother is all about.
It goes with the territory.
Particularly with your mother, for some reason.
- Yes, but I'm old enough to take care of myself.
- What about this Malcolm?
- [Julie] What about him?
- Well, he's kinda cute.
- Yeah.
Well?
- [Julie] Well, what?
- You know what I mean.
- He wants to, but I don't know.
- Well, this is one point where I see
eye to eye with your mother, you know?
- Yeah, but Mom doesn't say anything.
- How do you feel?
- I don't know.
I don't think I'm ready yet.
- Well then, don't let Malcolm talk you into anything
that you don't want to do.
You know, it's a very important lesson.
If you want to say no, just say no.
If you have any problems with that,
you just come talk to me about it anytime you want.
- Thanks, Auntie Helen.
Look, about the motorbike--
- I won't say anything.
But shouldn't you wear a helmet?
You be careful.
- Yeah, I will.
Thank you.
- Yes, I'll tell him when he comes in, Mr. Stewart.
Bye.
- So, what's cooking?
- Shepherd's pie, actually.
- Mm!
- Who was that on the phone, Mom?
- It was someone for your father.
- I thought I recognized his voice.
- Yes, hang your clothes up, will you, Julie?
- All right, Barb, we're all alone now, fess up.
- What?
- Who was on the phone?
- It was one of my lovers.
(laughing)
- Really?
Which one?
- The Italian one.
- Oh, that Italian waiter from the other day?
You slipped him your number?
- How did it go?
Did you talk to Julie?
- Oh, yes I did, she's gonna be all right.
She's not gonna let Malcolm talk her into
anything she doesn't want to do.
- You sure?
- Oh yeah, she'll be all right.
Trust her.
- I do.
- You're very lucky to have Julie, you know.
- Yes.
And I'm very lucky to have you.
Frankly, I don't know what I ever did without you.
Here's your tea.
- Well, thank you.
- Oh, Mr. Stewart rang up today.
- Oh, did he?
What did he want?
- He wants to come this weekend.
- What, Saturday and Sunday?
- Mhm.
- Does that mean he's going to start
looking out of the windows then?
- I gather that's the idea.
- Right.
I wonder if we'll get to see him arrest someone.
- Julie, please don't talk with your mouth full.
- Wow.
He's not wasting much time, is he?
- There you go.
Here, I'll put it in your bag.
All right.
- [Malcolm] Come on,Julie, it'll be great.
- You can't just swoop down and expect me
to drop everything.
- Why not?
- Well, maybe I have plans today.
- But that's the trouble see, plans.
What about being spontaneous?
- Malcolm, I can't go.
- All right.
What about tomorrow?
- Well, let's wait 'til tomorrow,
I'll see how spontaneous I feel.
- Okay then.
I'll call you tomorrow.
- All right.
(motorcycle revs)
- [Stewart] That's the boyfriend, is he?
- [Barbara] That's Malcolm, yes.
- You don't entirely approve.
- Oh, well, I don't suppose he's a bad boy.
He's a carpenter's apprentice.
But that motorbike of his, I can't bear it.
I mean, it is so dangerous.
- [Stewart] Who's that lady coming out
of the house opposite?
- That's Helen.
Helen Schaefer.
- [Stewart] She's a friend of your daughter's?
- Oh, all of us, actually.
Helen, and Peter,and Bob, and Julie,
and I, we're all friends.
Here's a portrait I did of her in art class.
- Oh, that's very good.
- Thank you.
We go to art class together.
Or art class, as she would say.
- [Stewart] Oh, they're Americans, are they?
The Schaefers?
- [Barbara] Don't let her hear you say that.
- [Stewart] Oh, a sore subject, aye?
- Oh, once they had a party,
they were introduced as an American couple.
And Helen said, "Not American, Canadian!"
And she was quite fierce about it.
- Well, I suppose it's having the States
just to the south getting all the attention, aye?
If I were Canadian, I expect I'd be touchy about it too.
- [Barbara] Yes, well, she spent most of her early life
on a farm in Canada.
- [Stewart] Oh, did she?
- Mhm, she was brought up by her Aunt Sophie,
whom she never stops quoting.
(laughing)
Well, is there anything else I could get you, Mr. Stewart?
- No thanks, no, no.
- How's Sherlock Holmes doing upstairs then?
- All right, I think.
- Yeah?
- I don't have to feed him, do I?
- No, no, he wouldn't expect us to feed him.
What are we having?
- Chopped potatoes and Brussels sprouts.
- Oh.
Well, I suppose you better offer him some.
- Well, I've only got six chops, little ones.
Well, I suppose Julie and I could each have one.
- No, he could have my sprouts.
- That's very generous of you.
Mr. Stewart.
We thought you might be hungry.
- Oh, that's very nice of you.
- Is it all right here?
- It is, yes, thank you.
You shouldn't of bothered.
- Oh, no bother,hope you enjoy it.
Have you seen him?
- No, not yet.
But, well, there's the rest of the day.
And there's always tomorrow.
- Well.
- Here we are.
- Oh, sorry.
- That's all right.
- Have you finished then?
- Yes, for today.
- Did you see him?
- No, I'm afraid not.
- You'll be by tomorrow, same time?
- Yes, if that's all right.
- Oh yes, of course.
- Dominoes, aye?
- Perhaps he's been in another street, Mr. Stewart.
Or maybe he won't even comedown here this weekend.
- Oh no, he'll turn up, Miss Jackson.
He's wandering about,we've seen his car.
(chuckling)
Oh, yes, thanks for the chops.
- [Barbara] Not at all.
- Very nice.
(bell tolling)
- There's your lemon barley there, Mr. Stewart.
- Oh, that's nice, thank you.
- Any sign of him?
- No, I'm afraid not.
That's the trouble with a job like mine.
The boredom factor's extremely high.
(laughing)
- Well, you must tell that to Julie.
She's convinced that it's all very romantic and exciting.
- Oh, she's a nice girl.
And she's making a damn good job of your car.
(laughing)
Oh, those must be the Duncans you've been telling me about,
from number 39, was it?
- [Barbara] Yes.
They've lived here even longer than we have.
He's not been well.
- Ah.
- Do you have family, Mr. Stewart?
- Two boys and three girls.
- Five?
- Yeah, we're gluttons for punishment.
(laughing)
Well, it's not so bad now they're growing up,
but you know, when they were small,
why don't you try reasoning with five kids
and hanging on to your sanity.
(laughs)
All in all, I think it's been worth it, though.
(dramatic music)
Just a minute.
- [Barbara] What is it?
(dramatic music)
- There he is.
- Powell?
Where?
- Coming out of the Schaefer's house.
I must phone the office.
(dramatic music)
I'll tell them, I'll tell them right away.
Yes, well, it confirms what I thought all along.
Yes, I think that we've got to be going,
still, which is an open question.
Excuse me a minute.
Mr. Jackson.
- Yeah?
- Something's happened.
Your wife is upstairs.
I want to talk to you both about it,
and I don't want your daughter to be involved.
- Why, what's happened?
- Well, your wife will tell you.
Excuse me, I have to finish this call.
Mr. Ellis?
- Stewart says he wants a word with us up here.
Do you know what it's about?
- We saw Powell coming out of Helen and Peter's.
- Mr and Mrs. Jackson.
A colleague of mine, Mr. Ellis,
he would very much like you to have
dinner with him on Thursday.
About seven o'clock, he suggests his country club,
near Gerard's Cross.
I'll be there too.
- My wife tells me you've seen Powell,
coming out of Helen and Peter's house.
- Yes.
- [Bob] Well, is that what Mr. Ellis
wants to see us about?
- Well, that is part of the reason.
In the meantime of course,
you mustn't say anything about this to anybody.
- Not even to Helen and Peter?
- We're seeing them for dinner on Wednesday evening.
- Yes, but you'll have to go ahead
as if nothing had happened.
- But something has happened.
We've seen Powell coming out of their house,
he's a criminal, isn't he?
- It's crucially important that he does not know
we're watching him.
And that means that the Schaefers
mustn't suspect anything either.
- Why, you think that they'd tell him?
- Well yes, of course they might.
I mean, without meaning to.
And then where would we be?
All of which of course,means yes, do see them,
go ahead, go to dinner,have a good time,
but don't say anything about it.
I appreciate that you haven't been told too much
about all this.
And I think I must warn you now that
you are now subject to the provisions
of the Official Secrets Act.
- Official Secrets Act?
- What's that?
- Well, it just about covers everything to do
with police work.
I had thought of bringing the declaration along
for both of you to sign,just in case we saw him,
but I realized of course that in your case
there was no need to do that.
But even without signing,well, Mr. Jackson,
I don't have to remind you that it is a criminal offense
to talk about it to anyone.
- Criminal offense?
- [Julie] Mom,when are we eating?
- Uh, soon.
Julie, could you set the table please, love?
- [Julie] Okay.
- I think I must ask you not to say anything
to your daughter about all this,
or about the dinner on Thursday.
- Well, I'll have to tell her something
about where we're going.
- Well, you're having dinner with your boss.
She'll believe that, won't she?
- Julie lives in this house too.
If it concerns us,it concerns her.
- I do appreciate that, Mrs. Jackson,
but it really would be much better
if she didn't know anything at all about it.
I'll take this down, shall I?
I'm afraid I can't give you any more information
about all this,nothing 'til Thursday.
- I'll take that.
- Anyway, thank you both again.
Thank you very much indeed.
(door shuts)
- Well, it doesn't seem right.
I mean, if Powell's a criminal,they should be warned.
- Look, the best way that we can help them
is to get this business sorted out, right?
- I don't know.
- Yeah, well, now that is what Stewart is tying to do.
We have to trust him.
- Why?
- Well, because he has the authority.
All right, well look,let's put it this way.
I mean, he is doing a job,
and it is up to us not to jeopardize it.
Anyway, you heard what he said,
about the Official Secrets Act.
- If it were the other way around--
- [Bob] What?
- Well, if Helen knew that someone
who came to our house regularly,
someone we trusted,were a criminal,
well, don't you think she'd warn us?
- I don't know.
- Well, she would, Bob,you know she would.
- [Peter] You've really captured her.
- [Barbara] Oh,it's just a drawing.
- [Helen] No really, the details are just great.
I mean, they're much better than mine.
Mine are so messy and so easy.
- [Barbara] Yes, but yours are so free.
- [Peter] You're coming along amazingly, Barbara.
- [Bob] Oh, don't look at that one.
Looks like Stan Laurel.
(laughing)
- [Barbara] It does not.
- [Peter] That's great.
- [Barbara] And this is from life class.
- [Peter] Oh, very good.
- Ah, yes.
Well, I must say I preferred it
when you were doing flowers.
At least you could put those on the wall.
- Now, why couldn't you hang that on the wall, Bob?
- Oh, naked men, yeah.
- Bob.
The museums are filled with studies like this.
- I know, but museums are full of things
that I wouldn't want in my home, thank you.
- Well, perhaps you'd prefer naked women.
Maybe I should pose for Barbara in the nude, huh?
How would you like to have me in your wall, naked, Bob?
- Helen, please.
Your wife, Peter.
That's the reason we have walls,
so that we don't see our neighbors without their clothes on.
- Yeah.- Well put, Bob.
- Listen, if I can't tempt you with the flesh,
how about a little booze, huh?
Want some, Barb?
- Yes, I'll help.
- No, no, you stay there and entertain the troops,
I'll be right back.
- So I see you've been to the National Gallery.
- Oh, well, our teacher says you can learn a lot
from sketching in museums.
- Oh, I know what you would love.
Hold on.
This is a book of drawings
from the Clark Institute in Massachusetts.
- Uh huh.
Ooh!
Yes.
Beautiful.
- You like it?
- Oh, yes!
- It's yours.
- What?
- The book, it's a present.
- Oh, Peter, I couldn't,it's much too expensive.
- Oh, please.
It's my way of saying thank you
for being such a good friend to Helen.
You've done a lot for her.
- It's really more the other way around.
- Oh, but you see, that's part of what I mean.
You know I'm in the shop most of the time,
she can get awfully lonely here.
- Yes.
It's a shame that you decided against adoption.
- Well, we keep hoping.
You know, it's the luck of the draw, right?
- Helen would make a wonderful mother.
- Oh, Bob.
Since I'm handing out the books,
this just came in,you're gonna love it.
All about the first flights across the Atlantic.
- Here we are.
- God, a book about aircrafts.
- A cheap little wine with delusions of grandeur.
Barbara.
- Thank you.
- And I made some little doo dads here too.
There you go.
There's this great Peter Sellers movie out now.
Let's go see it.
Want to?- Oh, lovely.
- How about tomorrow.?- Of course.
- Oh, goodie.
- No, no, we can't,you're forgetting.
It's Thursday.
- Oh, yes.
- [Helen] What's Thursday?
- Well, boringly enough,
we're spending the evening with my boss.
- So, we'll bring him along.
- He doesn't like going to the cinema.
- He doesn't like the cinema,
what kind of a guy is this?
I don't think you should be working for this guy.
- [Bob] Why don't we go on Saturday?
Give yourself a break from the weekend.
- Sorry, Bob.
You know, the weekends,we just can't do it.
- Your weekend retreat from the world.
- [Peter] That's right.
- Well, Peter owns me on the weekends.
He has me chained to the accounts, and everything else.
But um, we'll go to the movies another time,
we'll do it another time.
- All right.
- To something important.
- To art.
- And naked men.
(laughing)
- Mr. And Mrs. Jackson.
How kind of you to join us.
This is Mr. Ellis.
- How do you do?- How do you do?
Mr. Jackson.
- Hello.
- Now please, come and make yourself comfortable.
- Thank you.
(chuckling)
- Good evening madam, sir.
Drink for your guest, sir?
- Mrs. Jackson.
- Oh, nothing for me, thank you.
- Oh, come along now,
the government's paying after all.
I mean, it's not every day they give us
a treat like this,is it, Stewart?
- No, it's a rare opportunity, Mrs. Jackson.
(laughing)
- Well, I'll have a gin and tonic, please.
- [Butler] Certainly, madam.
- [Ellis] Mr. Jackson?
- I'd like a scotch please, scotch and soda.
- Stewart.
Oh, of course.
You don't drink, do you?
- Soda water, please.- Yes.
- Ah, Mr. Stewart has his principles.
I on the other hand, will have another pink gin.
- Very good, sir.
And I'll bring the menu.
- Ah, yes, I think you'll enjoy the food here.
We've got a wonderful Italian chef.
Well, I'm delighted to meet you,
because Mr. Stewart's been telling me
how wonderful cooperative you've been,
and thanks to you, and some other kind people,
we've found out a good deal about Mr. Powell.
One thing, we ascertained he entered the country illegally
with a false passport and an assumed name.
- But surely you haven't gone to so much effort
to watch him for something so small?
- There's a strong possibility
that he may be working covertly
for a foreign government.
- What do you mean, he's a spy?
- Possibility exists.
- We don't want to jump to any conclusions
until we know a little bit more.
- [Bob] What would a spy be doing
in Helen and Peter's house?
- Well, quite.
- [Ellis] Ah, here are the drinks.
- [Butler] A gin for the lady.
Soda water here.
- [Ellis] You wanted ice and lemon, Mrs. Jackson?
- That's fine.
- [Butler] Whisky for the gentlemen.
- Oh, I must say, I've never enjoyed drinking
soda water on its own.
It must be rather like eating mustard as a main course.
(laughing)
- [Stewart] We'll order in a minute.
- [Butler] Very good, sir.
- Your very good healths.
- Cheers.
- Mr. and Mrs. Jackson have known the Schaefers
for nearly three years?
- Yes.
- [Ellis] So you know them well?
- They're our very best friends.
- And they've never talked to you about Mr. Powell?
- No.
- No, never.
- That's strange,don't you think?
- Why strange?
- Well, this man comes to see them almost every weekend.
One would've thought that after nearly three years,
you're their friends,he's their friend,
that they'd of introduced you to him,
or mentioned his name at the very least.
- Well, perhaps it's a professional relationship.
- What is it that Mr.Schaefer does again?
- A book teller.
- Yeah, well, it doesn't really work,
because Mr. Powell is the director of a firm
that makes anti-burglar devices for cars.
What's it called?
- Allo Security Products Limited.
- Yes, lad.
And he's a bit of a man around town,
plenty of girlfriends.
Not at all a likely companion
for a book seller and his wife.
(dramatic music)
- You seem to know an awful lot about him.
- Not enough, alas.
- Are you sure you didn't know which house
he had been visiting?
- [Ellis] What do you mean?
- Well, it does seem an extraordinary coincidence
that you selected the house just exactly opposite
Helen and Peter's.
I mean, it seems almost too good to be true.
- We all deserve a little luck
from time to time, Mrs.Jackson, or where would we be?
(dramatic music)
- Excuse me, waiter.
Another bottle please, thank you.
- Would you like to have wine, sir?
- Thank you very much.
Ah, yes.
I think you'd like this.
Now if you'd leave the bottle with me--
- [Waiter] Certainly, sir.
- Thanks so much.
- [Waiter] Thank you.
- Mrs. Jackson.
- None for me, thank you.
- Oh.
- So, what happens now?
- Well, clearly we have to find out
what this fellow Powell is up to,
that's very important.
- Yes.- Crucially important.
- Oh, yes.
- Which means alas, chance we'll sing a little longer
on your hospitality.
- In what way?
- Well, we think that Powell
may be under a lot of pressure,
and this may make him do something rash, even reckless.
Well, if he does, we want to know about it.
Now this means keeping a 24 hour watch
on all the places he's likely to turn up at,
and I'm afraid that this includes
keeping somebody in your house.
- [Ellis] As from tomorrow.
- [Stewart] If that's possible.
- A 24 hour watch from our bedroom?
- [Stewart] I'm afraid so, yes.
- But where are we to sleep?
- You have a spare bedroom?
- Solution presents itself.
- You want to move us out of our bedroom?
- [Stewart] Oh, just for a week or so.
- But Mr. Ellis, he can't,
I mean you can't do that.
I mean, no, it's out of the question.
- Well, we wouldn't ask you to do it
if it wasn't absolutely necessary.
- There must be an easier way to find out
what you want to know.
- [Stewart] Well, we only wish there were.
- Well, why don't you go over and ask them?
Ask Helen and Peter what they know about this man?
- [Barbara] Yes, of course.
- That could really upset the apple cart.
- Why, what do you mean?
- If in fact they were involved with him in some way--
- Well, they're not.
I know they're not.
- Supposing they are.
- But they're not.
Mr. Stewart, you don't know Helen.
But if you did, I mean you would see
how silly all of this is.
I mean, she couldn't keep a secret
if her life depended on it.
Whatever is on her mind comes straight out of her mouth.
I mean, she is exactly the opposite
of what you're hinting at.
I mean, she's open, and generous, and spontaneous.
And Peter, he's so distracted by his books that
I don't think he's even realized
that television's been invented.
(laughing)
And these are the people that you suspect
of being involved in some kind of--
- Yeah, but Mrs. Jackson,
try and see it from our point of view.
You saw Powell leaving their house.
Now, doesn't that open up a lot of questions?
Of course it does, and we must answer those questions.
- But what about Julie?
She'll be awfully upset.
She calls them Auntie Helen and Uncle Peter.
- [Bob] She's very fond of them.
- She loves them.
- Well, surely there's no reason
to trouble the child about this.
- She's not a child, she's 16.
- I mean, we'd have to tell her something.
- [Ellis] Just say it's a routine investigation.
- A 24 hour watch, routine?
- I'm sure that the two of you will think of
something to say to her.
- Mr. Ellis, I don’t think you understand.
Helen and Peter are our best friends.
- I do understand that.
- No, but I mean we see them almost every day.
Helen especially, she's always popping in.
- You've told me.
- Well, you can't expect me to go on talking to her
and having cups of tea with her
while I know someone's spying on her from our bedroom.
I can't do that.
I can't.
I won't.
I'm sorry, I can't.
- Well, I'm afraid that you must try.
- Why should I?
- Because it's a question of national security.
- Well, it's a hell of a thing to ask, you know.
- I know.
But I must insist.
- Insist?
- Earnestly request.
- It's not fair.
- I agree.
But being fair has a very low priority
just at the moment,Mrs. Jackson.
(dramatic music)
- What do you think?
(dramatic music)
- You know what I think.
- [Stewart] We'll put another telephone in your bedroom.
No bell, just a little red light.
- [Bob] And would you be the one to watch then, Mr. Stewart?
- [Stewart] No, no, no.
We shall put in two of our girls.
- Palmer?
- We shall do our best to make it
as easy as possible for you.
(dramatic music)
- If there was something wrong,
if they were involved in some--
- [Stewart] You think you would've guessed.
- I'd of felt something instinctively.
- Mrs. Jackson.
People like Powell and his colleagues
spend their lives deceiving people like you.
It's their job,their profession.
And they do it with the utmost skill and conviction.
If they didn't,they'd be finished.
(dramatic music)
Why don't you try a little of the melon,
it's very good.
- "Thank you very much for all your support."
- Oh now, be reasonable.
There was nothing I could do.
- Well, you could've said no, couldn't you?
- Well, hardly.
- You're always the same with people like that.
Just like your mom.
- What?
What about it?
- Oh, that time we went to visit her
and her roof was leaking,
you asked her why she didn't tell the landlord,
get him to fix it.
She said, "I didn't want to be any bother."
- Yeah, so?
- Well, it was always the same with her,
"I don't want to be any bother."
Even when she was ill and dying.
I mean, she wouldn't call the doctor
after six o'clock in the evening.
Just lie in bed all alone and miserable.
More afraid of being a bother than anything else.
When I think of how much that poor woman
found to be afraid of,
the landlord, the doctor, the postman,
the bus inspectors,anybody in a uniform,
and now you and me,with Ellis and Stewart.
- Ah, I see.
- We were like schoolchildren
standing in front of their headmaster.
- The fact that he has the legal authority--
- Oh, authority again!
Do they have the authority to make us
lie to our daughter?
- [Bob] We're not lying to her.
- Well, we're not telling her the truth.
We've already told her that we're having
dinner with your boss.
And now we're going to be spying on our friends.
- What if Helen and Peter
are really involved with this matter?
- Oh, don't be ridiculous.
- Well, I never see them at the weekends.
- [Barbara] Well, they work.
- What, every weekend?
- They do their accounts.
And besides, they like to be alone together.
- Yes, but they aren't alone, are they?
We've just heard that they're with this man, Powell.
So why haven't they told us?
- Well, do they expect us to tell them everyone we see?
- Yes, but the people we see aren't criminals.
- How do we know?
And besides, just because they see him
doesn't mean they're involved with him.
- All right, all right,if they're not involved,
Stewart will find that out,they'll be the better for it.
- Oh, I see.
We're deceiving them for their own good.
Well, now that I understand that,
I feel much better.
- Now, now, see, you're being--
- Please stop trying to manipulate me.
You, Stewart, Ellis, all of you,
just stop it.
- What makes you so certain that Helen and Peter
haven't been manipulating us?
All of these years.
I mean, what if they've been our friends
because it's been convenient for them?
Because it serves their purposes?
(mysterious music)
- No.
It's not possible.
I can't believe that.
I can't.
(mysterious music)
(engine revs)
- Do you want me to ring Stewart?
Tell him we've changed our minds?
Do you want me to do that?
- It's too late, isn't it?
Now we have to find out.
(motorcycle revving)
Yes?
- Mrs. Jackson?
- Yes.
- Hello, I'm Thelma.
Mr. Stewart said you'd be expecting me.
- Oh, yes, of course, come in.
- He told me to use the garden gate,
I hope you don't mind.
- Oh, not at all.
(dramatic music)
This is the room that Mr. Stewart used.
- He just moved the dressing table, didn't he?
To get a better view?
- Yes, he pushed it over there.
- Now, the rest of the room has got to stay
as much the same as possible, just in case.
- Of what?
- Security reasons.
- Oh.
Well, I'll just move a few personal things.
- It's best to leave everything just the way it is.
- I see.
All right then.
(dramatic music)
- Oh, let me give you a hand with that.
- Oh, that's all right, I can get it.
- No, I know it's inconvenient
having to shift your bedrooms.
- That's very kind of you.
Now, I will have to get our night clothes
out of that room.
- Yeah, well that's all right,
as long as you put them back first thing in the morning.
- Oh yes, I see.
- Don't feel you've got to run around after us, you know.
I'll be bringing in me own sandwiches.
- I see.
(bell ringing)
- Now, that could be the man with the telephone.
Yeah, it is.
I told him to come to the back.
Well, I hope you don't mind.
- That's it.
Just take it out of the socket whenever you want.
- Right.
- You want it there?
- Mm, fine.
- Oh.
- Oh, dear.
Mrs. Jackson.
- Yes?
- I'm so sorry, Mrs. Jackson.
This just got knocked off.
- [Barbara] Oh.
- Not too precious, I hope.
- Oh, just sentimental value.
- Well, the department will replace anything we damage,
just send us the bill.
- Yeah.
Oh, well look, it can be glued back together.
See?
It'll be all right.
It'll be fine.
- Hey, Barb!
Barb.
Hey.
How you doing?
- Good, and you?
- Oh, fine I guess.
I'm in the middle of one of my rare and famous attempts
of cooking dinner.
- Oh.
Sounds exciting.
- Well, we'll see what Peter says
after I serve it to him tonight.
- Yes.
- Hi, Mrs. Duncan,how are you doing?
So, how was last night?
- Last night?
- Yes, your evening with the boss.
I saw you stepping out.
- Oh.
- He must've taken you some place pretty fancy,
you were really dressed up.
How'd it go?
- Oh, well, it was Bob's boss.
- So, is there a promotion in the works?
- Um, possibly.
- Well great, 'cause I've got some very good ideas
about how we could spend his raise.
Oh by the way, I'm starting an early Christmas list,
now what do you think for Julie?
- Oh, you mustn't bother.
- Oh, it's no bother, and I get a kick out of it.
I've got this great idea.
One of those little sweater sets with the chain across,
aren't those cute?
- Oh yes, that would be lovely.
Only it mustn't be extravagant.
- Actually, oh all right,
then I won't get her the diamond tiara.
- (laughs) Yes.
Helen, we're having some special friends coming in
a week from tomorrow, and, well,
the thing is, know that your weekends
are sacred and all that,
but Bob and I were wondering if
you couldn't make an exception this time.
- Well, I wish that we could say yes.
- You see, these are people that we particularly
want you to meet.
- Oh, and I know that we'd love to meet them,
but why don't you invite them over
one night during the week we could.
- But you see, Saturday is the only day
they can get away,
they don't live around here, you see.
- Well, I really just don't think we could.
I can't get Peter to budge.
- Oh, come on, Helen.
You're not just a housewife,you're a person too.
(laughs)
- Well, the truth is, I really enjoy this time with Peter.
You know, during the week he's so tired and, well,
thanks for the thought anyway.
- [Man] All right,Mrs. Schaefer.
Anything special I could do for you?
- [Helen] Potatoes.
- [Man] Potatoes?
- Well, I better be going in.
(dramatic music)
(bell ringing)
Hello.
- Mrs. Jackson, I'm Sally.
Thelma and I are taking turns.
- Oh.
Yes, of course.
It's straight through here, and up the stairs.
- Yes, I know, Thelma's told me all the layout.
- She's cheerful, isn't she?
- She's not here on that sort of call.
- Mom, can Maureen come over tomorrow night?
I've got a history test on Friday,
I thought we'd do some revision upstairs in my room.
- [Barbara] You mean here?
- Yeah, in my bedroom.
- Oh no, I'm afraid not.
- Why?
- Well, what if Maureen were to see Thelma, or this Sally?
- Well, she wouldn't tell anyone.
- Mr. Stewart said nobody is to know they're here.
Not Maureen, not Malcolm,not any of the neighbors.
- Well, not even Auntie Helen?
- Especially not her.
- Why especially?
- Well, you know how Auntie Helen is.
If it happens, she talks about it.
- Great, so now you're saying I can't have any friends over.
- Not while this is going on, no.
We can't take the risk.
- [Julie] The risk of what?
- Really, you know as much about it as I do.
- Do I?
Hasn't Mr. Stewart said anything more to you?
- Well, he said whatever he could.
- Which is what?
We're taking over your house,
and you can't do anything without our permission,
and yes there's a very good reason for it,
we might just see some man
walking along the street one day.
- Julie, this is very inconvenient for all of us,
but it won't go on forever.
- I don't believe you.
- What do you mean you don't believe me?
- Well, you just sit there
and let them takeover our lives.
- I'm afraid I have no choice.
- Don't you?
- No, I don't!
Do your homework.
(dramatic music)
- What is it?
- I'm sorry.
- What are you doing,where are you going?
- I'm just going to get a sleeping pill, I can't sleep.
I left it in the other room.
- What time is it?
- [Barbara] It's the middle of the night, I'm afraid.
(dramatic music)
- Turn it off!
- Oh!
- They could see me, that could ruin everything.
- Sorry.
- [Sally] Was there something you wanted?
- No, no, that's all right.
- Mom, what's going on?
- Oh, nothing.
What are you doing up?
- Well, I just feel so locked up being in there,
I keep wondering what she's doing.
- She's not doing a thing.
She's sitting and staring out of our window.
Let's go have some cocoa.
- Oh, isn't that awful?
- It's a stroke.
- Yeah.
He had one last year, didn't he?
- Yeah.
- Listen, I'll call the hospital tomorrow
and find out what the story is.
Mrs. Duncan is gonna stay at the hospital,
she might want someone to run some errands, huh?
Maybe make some phone calls or, I don't know,
check on the house.
- Yes, well, that sounds like a good idea.
- It must be such a terrible thing, huh?
- Awful.
- Yeah.
So, you coming to art class tomorrow?
- Oh, I don't know.
- Well, you missed the last one.
You have to keep your hand in,
you don't want to lose your nice touch.
- Yes.
Well, I'll try.
- Oh, good!
And then afterwards we'll go to the pub
and we'll have a nice chat.
I miss you.
- Really, why?
- Well, because I'm used to talking to you after class.
- Well, you could talk to other people.
- Barb, you're just being mean today.
- Well, your dress will be ready soon.
- Well, good.
I can't wait to wear it.
- And you'll have it in plenty of time for Christmas.
- Hey Barb, are you all right?
Really, you know, you look a little greener on the gill,
or something.
- No, I just have a headache, that's all.
- Oh.
- Well, let me take care of you.
Come on, I'll fix you a cup of tea.
- No, I don't want a cup of tea, thank you.
- [Helen] You don't?
How about an aspirin.
- No, I've already taken one.
- So?
Take another one.
- No, I don't want one.
- Barbara, I see you have a headache,
and I'm gonna help you.
Now sit down.
- Helen, come back downstairs!
I know where the pills are, I'll get them.
- Oh, they're in your bedroom,
I know this house like the back of my hand.
- Helen, please, will you let me take care of myself?
- Now look, Barb, it's like my Aunt Sophie said,
you take care of your friends,
and they'll take care of you.
- Helen!
- Okay, now let me see what you've got.
(dramatic music)
- Aspirin.
You take two of these and a glass of water
and you'll be ready to shake, rattle, and roll.
Okay?
Come here, Barbara, I'll give you the glass of water.
I want you to be better for art class tomorrow.
And I want you to take two of these now
and two of these later, all right?
You really do look pale.
Think you might begetting the flu?
Ugh, you're so clammy.
Maybe I should call your doctor for you.
Want me to?
- I'll be fine.
- All right.
I could fix you an icepack, it would be good.
- I just need to be alone.
- Okay.
Well, promise me that you'll lie down.
- I will.
(dramatic music)
Well, call me if you need anything.
(dramatic music)
(coughing)
Julie!
Hi, Julie!
- Hi, Auntie Helen!
- What's going on?
You're standing out here in the cold
for the hell of it?
(laughing)
- No, it's just--
- Oh, I get it.
Our friend Malcolm, huh?
Going for a little spin on the forbidden?
- Afraid so.
- Ah, if your mom knew I knew.
Well...
How's she doing anyway?
She was looking a little rocky
the other day when I saw her.
- I think what happened with Mr. Duncan upset her a lot.
I mean, we've known them since I was tiny.
- Is that all?
I mean, you all seem kinda down in the dumps.
Even you, Julie.
What's wrong?
- Horrible, stupid,boring exams.
- Well, you're not worried about those, are you?
- No, I mean, I know I'll pass and everything,
it's just so boring to have to do them.
- Oh yeah.
(honking)
There he is.
(motorcycle revving)
- Hello, Malcolm!
- Hi.
I know who you are, you're Malcolm Granger, aren't you?
- Yeah.
- This is my Auntie Helen.
It's okay, she won't tell.
- All right, off you go!
Haven't you got a helmet?
(motorcycle revs)
(honking)
- Evening.
- Can I take your coat?
- No, no, no, no.
Sorry to arrive without warning.
- Now you don't drink, do you?
- No I don't, no.
- Can I offer you something else?
- Well, grapefruit juice, yes,
if you've got one, thank you.
- Right.
Orange juice?
- Orange juice, yes.
That'll be splendid, thank you.
Now my girls tell me that your wife
is becoming increasingly unhappy.
- Well, yes.
- You should've told me before.
There's not much I can do.
You understand that, don't you?
Of course you do,you're a sensible man.
- Now look, I want to know what is going on.
- I've told you.
- This is my house, and I have to know more.
I have to.
- Fair enough.
The west have been developing some underwater weapons.
Very effective, very secret.
Russia wants to know where they are,
and how they work.
They've sent spies to find out.
Powell is in charge of this operation.
Now he's a very important man,
make no mistake about that.
Almost certainly a high ranking officer
in the KGB.
Soviet intelligence.
- The KGB?
I thought you said this wasn't dangerous.
- [Stewart] It's not.
- Well I mean,what about Barbara?
And Julie?
They're here on their own most of the time.
I mean, what happens if this man gets suspicious,
or panics, or something!
- There'll be no violence,
I can assure you of that.
The KGB don't send whole liaison
on an operation like this.
- How can you be sure on that?
- [Stewart] Because I am.
- Well, how can you be?
- Because it's my job to be,
and I'm good at my job.
It's like bird watching.
You know, when you're bird watching,
you get to watch the intimate details,
the habits, the markings of your favorite species.
Well, that's what I'm doing
when I'm watching people involved with Russian intelligence.
I get to know their habits, and their markings.
I know how they operate.
- But isn't it a secret organization?
I mean, how can you?
- You'd be surprised what you can find out
if you try hard enough.
I know more about the KGB chairman
than I do about my next door neighbor.
Alexander Nikolayevich Shelepin.
I know what he eats for breakfast.
I know he has a piano in his flat,
I know he has real scotch in his sideboard,
and I know where he works.
It's a harmless looking building in Jajinski Square,
but behind that building is a courtyard,
and in that courtyard is Lubyanka Prison.
Hundreds of people have died there, thousands.
He's got an office on the third floor.
And from his window, he can look down on the Marx Prospect,
and he can see the people hurrying down the street.
Now, he's in control of those people, and he knows it,
and they know it too.
- And what street does your office
look down on, Mr. Stewart.
- There is a difference.
Shelepin's control is absolute.
I can only request.
But I repeat, there is absolutely no danger
to you and your family.
- What about Helen and Peter?
Are they part of this?
- Well, I'm afraid there's no doubt about that now.
Ah, they've been in this game a long time.
They started off in America in New York.
They called themselves the Yelens then.
They were about to be arrested by the FBI.
Well, they must've sensed something,
because suddenly they disappeared without a trace.
Now there they are,
living across the road from you,
back to their old trade.
- Look, can't you leave the house now?
You and your people?
- No.
- Well, why can't you?
I mean, if you know it all.
- Knowing is not the same as catching, Mr. Jackson.
I've been on this case a long time.
I want to see it through to the end.
- That's Barbara.
I don't think she could cope
if she knew about Helen and Peter.
- Then perhaps it would be better
if she were not told.
Mrs. Jackson.
Christmas shopping?
- Mr. Stewart.
- I just dropped in to see if everything's all right.
I trust that it is.
- I thought the girls were to be gone last week.
- Well, no, I'm terribly sorry.
- First it was you for two days,
then it was the girls for a week,
which turned into two weeks.
Now I can't remember what it's like
not to have them here.
How much longer?
- It's a very delicate situation.
I mean, we can't make any firm promises.
I'm sorry.
- I don't think you understand what it's like.
Every time I see Helen,every time she comes around,
I feel quite ill.
I can't sleep.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- You must've known it would take this long,
you could've told us.
- Well, we never know how long these jobs will take.
We have to tread very wobbly.
- How do you mean?
- Well, one false move,
and we might frighten them away.
- Frighten who away?
- Mrs. Jackson.
As you know, Powell is engaged
in an espionage conspiracy.
Quite to what extent, of course,
we don't know, we're not sure, we have no proof.
- Oh, I do beg you to be patient.
Now, all we have to do is keep on watching
for a little longer.
- But do you mean watching Powell,
or watching Helen and Peter?
- I mean watching everyone who has been
in regular contact with him.
Everyone, and anyone.
Ah, I must be off.
I am sorry, Mrs. Jackson.
It's easy to say, I know,
but I do mean it.
Goodbye, I'll see myself out.
- What did he come here for?
- God knows.
- [Barbara] Did he say anything to you?
- No, no, nothing special.
You know what he's like, hm?
I'll make you a cup of tea,
do you want a cup of tea?
(dramatic music)
- No.
Thank you.
(dramatic music)
(calming Christmas music)
- [Radio] And now we have time for just one more sound...
(knocking)
- Yes?
- I'm off now.
Gonna try and get some Christmas shopping done.
That's nice.
Who's it for?
- Helen, actually.
I promised to make Hera dress for Christmas.
- I wish I was like that.
Clever with my hands.
Well, see you tomorrow.
Thanks again for the lovely lunch.
- Thelma?
Is there any news?
- News?
- Nobody tells us anything.
- Nothing, as far as I know.
- Mr. Stewart came to see us the other night.
- Yes?
- Did you know he was coming?
- Well, yes.
- You didn't say anything.
I suppose he told you not to.
Did he?
Has he said anything to you
about Helen and Peter?
Is there anything I should know?
Are they in some kind of trouble?
- I really couldn't say.
- The thing is, you're in our home, our bedroom.
- I'm sorry, I do try to keep out of the way.
- Oh no, you've been awfully considerate.
It's just that it's been weeks now,
and we know nothing more than you did when you first came.
I think you ought to, don't you?
- It's not my place to express an opinion.
- [Barbara] But you have one, don't you?
- I'm not in a position to.
- Do you think it's all right to just let
everything go on this way?
- Mrs. Jackson, if there was anything I could do,
then I would do it.
- But there is, and you're not doing it!
- I'm home, Mom!
I'll just put the kettle on.
- Yes.
- I better be going.
The shops will be packed.
- Thelma, I'm sorry, I know it's not up to you.
- It really isn't.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- Yes, tomorrow.
(calming Christmas music)
- [Thelma] Night, Julie.
- [Julie] Night.
- [Thelma] Oh, Julie,there's something
I've been meaning to tell you.
I've got a spare helmet you can borrow if you like.
- [Julie] What?
- [Thelma] I mean, you really shouldn't ride around
on the back of those things
without wearing a helmet.
- Julie!
- He was only giving me a ride home.
- [Barbara] How many times have we told you?
- Yes, I know!
- How many times?
- [Julie] Yes, I'm sorry!
- You promised!
You gave me your word.
- I'm not a child anymore.
- What do you mean by that?
- [Julie] Well, I'm old enough to take care of myself.
- That motorbike is dangerous.
- No, it's not!
Auntie Helen said that--
- Auntie Helen said what?
- Nothing.
- What?
- Well, she said if I took care,
it'd be okay.
- What has it got to do with her?
- Well, nothing.
- You will do as I say!
Do you hear me?
You will do as I say,
and you will never lie to me again.
Never!
(dramatic music)
(doorbell rings)
- Who's that?
- I'll go and see.
(dramatic music)
- [Peter] Barbara.
- [Barbara] Is Helen here?
- [Peter] Yeah sure, go on in.
(dramatic music)
- Hi, Barb.
I'm glad you came over, I'm--
- Helen, I'm angry,and I'm hurt.
I've just had a dreadful row with Julie
about the motorbike.
- What about the motorbike?
- She said that you said it was all right
if she took care.
- Well, I was only trying to tell her to be careful.
- I don't want her riding that bike,
and she knows it,and you know it.
And thanks to you, she deliberately deceived me,
she lied to me.
- Now listen, Barbara.
I certainly didn't tell her to lie to you.
- Well, what do you think she understood
when you told her to take care?
That's her Auntie Helen,giving her permission
to do something she knows she's not meant to do.
- Yeah, you're right.
You're right.
It was dumb.
- [Peter] Okay, now,let's see what we can do
to put this right.
- The way to put it right was not to have done it
in the first place.
- I'm sorry.
I really am, it will never happen again.
I promise you that, ever.
- Thank you.
- Would you like a cup of tea?
- No, I said what I came here to say.
We won't refer to it again.
- So take your coat off,sit down, relax, stay.
- No thanks, I have more wrapping to do.
I'll just say goodnight.
- [Peter] I'll see you out.
- [Barbara] Thank you.
I'm sorry to make such a fuss, Peter.
- [Peter] Don't apologize,Barbara, you were right.
(dramatic music)
(doorbell buzzes)
- [Barbara] Oh, hang on.
- I've got to talk to Barbara.
Mm, mince pies, huh?
Well, Christmas would not be Christmas
without your mince pies.
Oh, Barbara, I could just kick myself.
You know, the last thing in the world I wanted to do
was to start trouble between you and Julie.
It seems like whenever I talk to Julie,
I let her sway me too much, you know?
You can imagine what kind of a mother
I would've made,
I probably would've raised the biggest bunch
of spoiled brats the world has ever known.
So I'm sorry.
I'll shape up, I promise.
Well, I guess this means I don't get my dress either, huh?
- Oh.
Thanks for reminding me.
Excuse me a minute.
Merry Christmas.
- Well, thank you.
I can't wait to wear it.
- Well, I really better get back to my baking.
- Wow.
You really are mad at me, aren't you?
- No, I'm not mad at you.
- No?
Then why the chill?
- Well, I'm just very busy.
- I know you, Barb.
I mean, aren't we even friends anymore?
- Oh, what a silly thing to say.
- [Helen] I'm not an idiot,
I know when I'm being frozen out.
- Well, I can't imagine what you mean.
- "Well, I can't imagine what you mean."
What kind of stick figure talk is that anyway?
- Well, I'm sorry,it happens to be
the way that I speak.
- Barbara, what the hell is going on?
- I just have to get these in the oven.
- Look, would you just look at me
when I'm talking to you?
- Yes.
(shrieks)
Oh, that was a stupid thing to do.
I'm all right, I'm all right, please.
- I've never seen you so jumpy.
- I was just startled, that's all.
- Well, you should dress that,
put some ointment on it or something.
- It's fine.
I can hardly feel it.
See?
It's all right.
- I can't believe this is all just about Julie.
I mean, this has been going on for weeks.
Really, Barbara, if this was me doing this to you,
you wouldn't stand for it.
Now, I know that there's something bothering you.
Come on, Barb.
Really?
Is there something that you want to tell me?
There is, there is something that you want to tell me,
isn't there?
Yes.
(sobbing)
(dramatic music)
Go ahead.
You know you can tell me.
Whatever it is, you can tell me.
(dramatic music)
You can tell me anything.
It's just me, Helen.
Please Barbara, tell me,what is bothering you?
(sobbing)
Go ahead.
- Bob and I have...
Um...
Been having problems.
- What?
- When he comes home at night, I'm not here.
- But that doesn't happen that often.
- More than he's used to.
- You mean, the art classes?
Spending time with me?
- Yes.
Yes, he needs to have some attention paid to him too.
- But he can't be upset that you have interests,
I mean, that you're doing things.
If it makes you happy,
how can he be upset?
- Helen, you've asked me to tell you,
and I've told you.
- I see.
Well...
I'm sorry, Barbara.
I go overboard sometimes,I've done this before.
I see that I've really messed thing up now,
and it's up to me to straighten them out somehow.
- No.
Really, you've been very sweet,
but there's nothing for you to do,
just, you know, take it a little bit easier.
- Take it a little bit easier.
- [Barbara] Just a little bit.
- Yes, well, we'll get through Christmas,
and we'll fix this, we will.
Now there.
Wasn't I right to make you tell me this?
Everything's gonna be all right.
- Well...
I better get back to my baking now.
(dramatic music)
- Yes, well, take care of your hand.
- I will.
And don't forget your present.
- Oh, right, right.
Thanks.
(dramatic music)
(kids playing)
- Malcolm!
(yelling)
(laughing)
Malcolm!- Go on!
(yelling)
- [Girl] Come on!
(cheering)
- Unit Two, testing,are you receiving me?
- [Unit Two] Unit Two receiving you, poor reception.
- Unit Three, testing,you receiving me?
- [Unit Three] Unit Three receiving you,strength positive.
- Mr. Jackson.
I'm sorry to disturb your Saturday but...
Ah, Mr. Jackson, yes, I thought you'd both like to know
that it's nearly over.
Powell will be here shortly.
He'll go straight to the Schaefers house,
and of course, we shall arrest him.
- But what about Helen and Peter?
- Yes.
We shall be picking them up too.
That is the plan.
(cheering)
- Yes, yes!
Oh!
- You still haven't told us what they've done.
- They're Powell's transmitting station.
He brings them information,
and they send it direct to the KGB headquarters.
Either in books,posted by Mr. Schaefer
to fictitious clients at various parts of Europe,
or presumably by radio.
I'm sure we'll find a transmitter
in that house of theirs somewhere.
I'm sorry to put it to you so bluntly, Mrs. Jackson,
but I'm afraid there's no longer
any doubt at all.
Your friends are communist agents
with many years of experience behind them.
And they're Americans, by the way, not Canadians.
- Americans?
You mean, she's not from a farm in Canada?
- No, there's no farm, I'm afraid.
There's no Aunt Sophie either.
I wish there was something I could do
to soften the blow.
- You know what I wish.
I wished you'd never come here.
- [Stewart] I'm sure.
- I wish you'd never set foot in this house.
- Now let's not start blaming Mr. Stewart,
it's not his fault.
- I mean, Helen may have lied to us,
but you've gone one better, you've made us lie.
We've even lied to our own daughter.
- I'm sure she'll realize that you were just doing
your best to protect her.
- Oh please, stop making excuses!
People like you can always make excuses
for everything, it just makes me feel ill.
- Now come on, there's no point in upsetting yourself.
- I'm not upsetting myself!
Let's face it.
I've betrayed Helen, just as much as she betrayed me.
- Oh now, come on, Barbara,
let's not forget how this started.
Helen and Peter came here pretending to be
what they weren't.
That's where the betrayal began.
Pretending to be our friends.
- Weren't they our friends then?
Was even that a lie, our friendship?
- I'm sure that was perfectly genuine,
there's no reason to doubt that.
- No reason?
There's every reason to doubt everything
she's ever said or done.
I've never had many friends.
Not close friends, not what you'd call close.
I mean, Helen, she could be loud, and tactless,
and overwhelming,
but my God, I loved her.
- [Unit Four] Unit Four here.
Test Four, guvnor, receiving.
- Receiving, Unit Four.
Make sure you stay in that tent.
You must try not to judge yourself
too harshly, Mrs. Jackson.
I mean, it won't do anyone any good,
and least of all, yourself.
- What will happen to them?
- Well, they'll be sent for trial,
and imprisoned, I suppose.
(sobbing)
Now I'm sorry to give you so much pain,
but there's really nothing I could do.
- [Unit Three] Unit Three,approaching position, sir.
- Acknowledged, Unit Three.
Nothing I can do.
Absolutely nothing anybody could do.
- You could've told us the truth.
You knew about Helen and Peter before you came here.
Why couldn't you tell us?
- I had to be careful.
You might've warned them.
- Well, what makes you think I won't now?
- Well--
- If I were brave enough, I would.
If I were brave enough, I'd go over there to that door,
bang on it, and say get out,get out, get out, get out!
(sobbing)
- Mr. Stewart, Mrs. Schaefer's coming across the road.
- Yes, yes, we know.
- Listen, we don't have to answer the door.
- Yes you do, because your car's outside,
and she knows you're here.
Central to all units,Central to all units.
I'm going off the air.(doorbell rings)
Repeat, off the air.
- [Helen] Oh, hi, Bob.
- [Bob] Hi.
How are things on your side of the street?
- [Helen] Oh, sunny, sunny.
Is Barbara home?
- [Bob] No, no,actually she's not,
she's just went down the road to borrow something.
- [Helen] Will she be back soon?
- Uh, not right now,I'm not sure of it.
Shall I get her to give you a ring
when she comes back?
Or you can leave a message.
- Oh, no, actually see, I wanted to show her something.
- Oh.
Well, like I say, she's not...
- She's not here.
Well, you know, it's no great secret,
I just want to show her the dress.
- Oh, you're wearing a new dress.
- Yes, yes.
This is the dress that Barbara made for me, see?
- Yes, I remember.
- I just wanted to show it to her.
You know, how it turned out.
So?
- Well, you know me, I don't notice this sort of thing.
- Oh, Bob.
Well...
You know, Bob, as long as we're alone,
I wonder if I could talk to you about something.
- [Bob] Yes, sure.
What about?
- You know, I get it from Barbara that you might feel,
that I've been, well,monopolizing her,
or I don't know, getting in the way, or something.
- In the way?
Of what?
- Oh, between you and her.
- Barbara said that?
- Not exactly, but I think that's what she meant.
You know, art classes,our little excursions.
That it was bothering you.
- Yes, I know, I understand.
- Because, really, I would be very sorry
to ever do anything like that.
- No, no, I understand,
and I appreciate your feelings.
- Oh, good.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
So...
You don't mind if I wait, do you?
- For Barbara?
- Well, you say she'll be back soon.
- Yes.
Well, maybe.
- [Helen] Oh.
I have so much Christmas shopping left to do.
- [Bob] Expensive time.
- There she is.
Well, hi, Barb.
- Helen's come over to show you the dress.
- You opened it early.
- Yes.
I couldn't wait 'til Christmas.
It turned out all right, didn't it?
I mean, it's a little tight right here,
but you could fix that, couldn't you?
It looks okay, doesn't it?
- Lovely.
- Barb, what is it?
- She's not feeling her best.
- What's wrong?
- Well, she's not been sleeping well.
Why don't you go and have a lie down, my love.
- I don't want to lie down.
Just leave me alone.
- [Bob] Well, there you are.
You could see what it's like.
I think it might be better if you went.
- Well, okay.
Is that what you want, Barbara?
You want me to go?
- Yes please.
Go, go, please!
- Listen, don't say anything you'll be sorry for.
- Well, why would she say anything
that she would be sorry for?
Now what's going on here?
Something is going on here, isn't it, isn't it?
Yes.
Now, I want you to tell me what it is.
Come on, Barb.
You can tell me, what is it?
We've never had any secrets between us, have we?
- Haven't we?
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(dramatic music)
Bob's right, perhaps I better just lie down.
(dramatic music)
- [Bob] I really think it would be better
if you went now, Helen.
Now please, come on.
- I'll check back with you later.
- Aunt Helen, please!
(dramatic music)
- Central to all, over.
Any developments, Unit One?
- [Unit One] Negative.
- Unit Two.
- [Unit Two] Negative.
- Unit Three, you're in position at the back of the house,
can you see it?
- [Unit Three] Yes, sir.
- [Barbara] I'm going upstairs.
- Want me to come with you?
- No, thank you.
- No, we're standing by here, sir.
Okay, where is he now?
What's his ETA at this location?
Right, I will.
Right.
- [Unit Two] Unit Two to central.
Main suspect entering the street.
- Central to all mobiles.
Main suspect on way to house.
Unit Three, stand ready.
Central to all units.
Wait for my signal.
Unit Four, it's all yours.
(dramatic music)
(doorbell ringing)
(banging)
(dramatic music)
All units.
Go!
Sally?
They need us over there now.
- [Sally] Coming!
(dramatic music)
(car honking)
(dramatic music)
(ringing)
- Dad?
Dad.
What's happening over at Auntie Helen's house?
There's police everywhere.
- Yes, I know.
They've been arrested.
- Arrested?
- I'm sorry, Julie, this is difficult to understand.
They were the people that Mr. Stewart's been watching.
- Auntie Helen and Uncle Peter?
- They were working for the Russians.
- But Powell,Stewart said that--
- Yeah, he's a spy.
They were working for him.
- I don't believe it.
You knew, didn't you?
Both of you.
You knew what Stewart was doing all along.
Why didn't you say anything to me?
Why?
- Oh, Julie.
- How could you?
They're our friends,our friends!
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I feel a little bit scared.
- Sit over there.
And you sir, sit right there.
- Hi, Julie.
- Hello, Auntie Helen.
They have this rule,if you're under 18,
you have to have someone older
to come and visit.
Malcolm volunteered.
Now that I'm here, I don't know what to say.
- Why did you come?
What happened there, Julie?
- I didn't know what was going on, Auntie Helen.
They didn't tell me.
All they said that they were looking for some man
who came and visited sometimes.
Then one day I got home,
and you and Uncle Peter were gone.
It was all so sudden.
I didn't get a chance to say anything to you.
- Well, what did you want to say?
- Goodbye, I suppose.
Since then I've just kept thinking
who it is I thought I'd be saying goodbye to.
I mean...
I thought you were my Auntie Helen
who grew up on a farm in Canada,
and had an Aunt Sophie.
And then I find out you're not.
You're not a lot of things you said you were,
and I couldn't help feeling stupid.
- What I feel about you Julie, has always been real.
Is that what you want to know?
I've missed you.
I miss Peter.
They don't let us see each other.
I don't regret what I did.
We believed in it.
- Mom hasn't been very well.
- No?
- [Julie] She hasn't been the same since.
- Well, who has?
Oh, all that time.
Your mother...
In and out of your house, your kitchen.
That dress.
(mysterious music)
Oh, I did sense that something had changed
toward the end,
but the possibility that your mother
could knife me in the back,
it never really occurred to me.
She really had me fooled, didn't she?
I'll never forgive her for that.
Never.
(dramatic music)
- Hello, Mom.
- You've been gone all day.
- I was visiting a friend.
- Only one I know.
- No.
Oh, Mom, your tea's cold.
- Is it?
- [Julie] Shall I make you another?
- No, love.
Don't make a fuss.
- [Julie] A few weeks after that,
Mom died of a heart attack.
She once told me that she thought of Helen every night
before she went to sleep.
Every night, I suppose,until she died.
(dramatic music)