All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S03E02_

You all right?

CELIA:
Yes, thank you.

MURIEL:
What's that supposed to be?

- MADGE: "Hopefull."
- MURIEL: What?

MADGE: You put down
F-U-double-L -- "full."

And I added H-O-P-E -- "hope."

Hopefull.

Oh, come on, come on.
You don't spell it with two L's.

- Why not?
- Well, you just don't.

You stupid woman.

I didn't come here
to be insulted.

Ladies, ladies, ladies.

Mind your own business,
you interfering old buffer.

Keep calm.

I've had enough
of this damn place.

And I've had enough of you.

You are, without doubt, the most
unpleasant person I've ever met.

Oh.
[Clicking tongue]

[Sighs]

[Clears throat]

That's better.

That's much better.

[Screaming]

HILARY: Come along, please.
Back to your rooms.

George.
Poor George.

Another Indian bites the dust.

Did you know Muriel?

I met her.
That's all.

Not my favorite person
in the world.

Rather the reverse.

What were you doing, George?
Where were you going?

[Crying ] I-I didn't want to be
late for church.

George found her.
Very upsetting.

George?

Well, her real name is Marjorie.
Everybody calls her George.

Getting battier by the minute.

Well, see you in the morning,
no doubt.

If we survive the night.

You think we may not?

At my time of life,
one never knows.

She was no age.
Only 81.

They said it was a heart attack.

Oh, rubbish.
Who said that?

One of the nurses told me.

She would, wouldn't she?

Well, that's what
they want us to think.

JOYCE:
Gavin's here.

Come in!

[Door closes]

Look at this.

Isn't it lovely?

- Yes, it's very nice.
- Housewarming present.

It's very nice.
Thank you.

So, what do you think?

JOYCE:
There's a lot still to do.

She worries.

Well, you're not exactly

the world's greatest handyman,
are you?

Oh, yes.
It's beautiful.

I've got a week off.
That's seven whole days.

Come on, look at the kitchen.

Don't need all that time to get
this place straightened out.

JOYCE:
What about the spare room?

Slap some paint on the walls.
It'll be transformed in no time.

Hello, Gavin.
How are you?

Oh, fine, thanks.

He's given us
this lovely cactus.

Oh, it's, um, beautiful.
Thank you very much.

- When did you come down?
- Last night.

She's getting us organized.

Trying to.
Do you fancy some coffee?

- Oh, great.
- Dad?

No, thanks.
I am going to get some paint.

And I'm gonna drop off and see
Auntie Alice on the way home.

My aunt -- She's staying
at that nursing home

up near Aspern Tallow.

She's been in hospital,
poor old darling,

and we need to keep an eye
on her.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

[Vehicle approaching]

[Tires crunching gravel]

[Vehicle door opens]

WILLIAM:
Dr. Warnford.

Hmm!
Have you met him?

Briefly.

How the hell
can he afford a car like that?

60,000, 70,000 quid?

More?

Country GP.
Doesn't make sense.

Don't trust him.

Never have.
Total creep.

Oh.
I'm William Smithers.

Oh, how do you do?
Alice Bly.

So, uh, you're a newcomer.

- Yes.
- Sad business.

- What is?
- Selling up.

Didn't it make you feel sad?

Getting rid of all those bits
and pieces

that seemed so important.

- I'm not here permanently.
- Ah.

I've been rather ill,
and the hospital people thought

that I should come
to a convalescent home

just for a few weeks.

So, what made you choose
this place?

Oh, I'm very fond
of this part of the world.

And I have a nephew
who lives close by.

A favorite nephew.

- Good morning, sir.
- Morning.

Can I help you?

Yes, please. I'd like some
flowers for an elderly lady.

Pot plant or mixed bunch?

What do you think would be best?
It's my Auntie Alice.

She's staying
up at the nursing home.

- Oh, Lawnside?
- Yeah. Do you know it?

Oh, we know it well.
Lots of funerals.

Oh, dear. I'm so sorry.
I shouldn't have said that.

- I'll make her up a nice bunch.
- Thank you.

You all right?

I say.

I say, nurse!

- Good morning, Mrs. Bly.
- Good morning.

I would like some toast
and marmalade

and perhaps a boiled egg.

Is that possible?

You know the rules
as well as I do.

Breakfast ends
at half past 9:00.

I don't give a damn
about the rules.

I pay a great deal of money
to stay in this hellhole.

Least you can do is feed me.

Behave yourself, Bill.
Don't be so grouchy.

I do wish
you'd stop calling me Bill.

Nobody calls me Bill.

To my friends, I'm William.

To my intimates, Willie.

Everybody else calls me
Mr. Smithers.

Are you all right, Mrs. Bly?

Yes, thank you.

Bloody woman.

She'll give me a heart attack
one of these days.

Bossy and STROPPY-

I can tolerate one but not both.

I think I'll take
one of my pills.

Now, you be careful
with that cup of tea.

Don't want you spilling it
over your nice clean dress.

Spill it?
Why should I spill it?

You all right?

I am, Cyril.
Thank you for asking.

- How are you, dear?
- I'm all right.

Saw you talking to William.

Yes, he's rather nice, isn't he?

Ah, you be careful.

He had his hand up my skirt
last week.

What were you saying
about that old lady?

What old lady?

The old lady
who died last night.

Oh, yes. Muriel.
Bossy old bag.

What about her?

You said
it wasn't a heart attack.

What wasn't?

Well, I was told
she died of a heart attack,

and you said she didn't.

You said they wanted us to think
that she died of a heart attack.

Who are "they"?

You think I'm making it up,
don't you?

Well, I'm not.

I know they all think
I'm going soft in the head.

Let them think what they like.

I don't argue.
Makes life easier.

It isn't the first time
it's happened.

Far from it.

What do you mean?

GEORGE: They get them
to change their wills.

I don't know how they do it,
but they do.

Who are you talking about?

Miss Richards and Dr. Warnford.

They've got it all worked out.
Nobody suspects anything.

They pretend
they're not even friends.

Just professional colleagues.

Perhaps they are
just colleagues.

Don't you believe it.

I've seen them.

I've seen them together.

- WOMAN: How's that?
- GEORGE: Well, let me try.

I needed some new shoes,

and Nurse Bartlett
took me into town.

- How does that feel?
- Yes.

Yes, I think that's all right.

BARTLETT: It's not too tight
across the toes, now?

No, no.
No, it's very comfortable.

Try walking.

How's that?

Yes, it's fine.

What is it, George?
What's the matter?

She finds it difficult
to concentrate.

Oh, very comfortable.

I think these will do nicely.

And I'll tell you
something else.

What is it?

There was nothing wrong
with Muriel's heart.

She saw the specialist
only a couple of weeks ago.

He said she was as fit
as a fiddle.

ARTHUR:
Doctor. Doctor.

Doctor, I-I'm sorry
to bother you.

What is it now?

- I'm sorry to bother you.
- You just said that.

ARTHUR:
Oh. I'm sorry.

Well, what is it?

I have a pain in my shoulder.

It's rather worrying.
Especially at night.

Mr. Prewitt, you are
a hopeless hypochondriac.

You're also a bloody nuisance.

You waste my time.
You waste the nurses' time.

Take an aspirin.
Take two!

Stop thinking about yourself.

Good morning.

I'm looking for Mrs. Bly,
Mrs. Alice Bly.

Do you know where she is?

You'll probably find her
in the lounge.

Through there, to your left.

Ah, thank you.
Is she settling in all right?

I don't actually work here.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Don't worry.

I'd rather be mistaken
for one of the staff

than one of the residents.

Ah, Mrs. Bennett.
Here we are.

All ready for our trip
to the hospital.

Thank you, Miss Richards.

- How are you feeling today?
- Rather well, actually.

Do we really have to go
to the hospital?

The doctor wants to see you,
so I think we ought to go.

I don't suppose we'll be long.
Back in time for supper, I hope.

There's no need to hurry.

We can always get her something
on a tray.

PRU:
Thank you.

Come along.
Take my arm.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Bye-bye
- Goodbye.

CELIA: Bye.

I'm Miss Richards.
Can I help you?

I'm Tom Barnaby,

Mrs. Bly's nephew, and I was
wondering if you knew --

Oh, yes.
The detective.

She's very proud of you,
Mr. Barnaby.

It's through there
and then to your left.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah.
Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Morning.

TOM:
Auntie Alice!

Oh, Tom, my dear!

Oh, what a treat!

TOM:
So, what's it like here?

ALICE: Well, the food's good,
my room's comfortable,

and the staff are very friendly.

- So you're quite happy?
- Oh, happyish.

Like being back at school.

Oh, I know they're all old,

but they behave
like naughty children.

It must be very difficult
being a nurse.

I don't think I'd have
the patience.

Somebody died here last night.

An old lady called Muriel.

I think there's something
rather odd about it.

Odd?

Well, they say that she died
of a heart attack.

But there was absolutely
nothing wrong with her heart.

How do you know?

Well, somebody told me.

One of the nurses?

No.
One of the old ladies.

George.
Well, they call her George.

Well, what did she say?

Well, she said that she thinks
that Miss Richards

and Dr. Warnford
are trying to defraud people.

What people?

The people here.

- Oh, the residents.
- Yes.

Defraud them.
How?

Getting them to change
their will.

That sort of thing.

And this is what your friend --

What's her name? George? --
told you?

Yes.

How reliable is she?

I don't know her very well,

but she's very nice,
very respectable.

That's not what I meant.

Now, you know as well as I do

that old people
sometimes get confused.

Look at my old mum.

She thought everyone was trying
to steal money from her.

Milkman, paper boy.
Even me.

- And me.
- Well, there you are.

Now, I'm sure your friend George
is a very lovely old lady.

But it might not be a good thing
to believe everything she says.

All right?

All right.

Excuse me.

Is Miss Richards about, please?

No, I'm afraid not.

She won't be back
until about 3:00.

Perhaps you can help me.

Dr. Warnford.

Do you happen to have
his address?

[Doorbell rings]

- Yes?
- Dr. Warnford?

- Yes.
- My name's Barnaby.

Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby.

What do you want?

Uh, nothing serious, sir.
Just a couple of questions.

I'm in the middle of my lunch.

Won't take a minute.

Oh, very well.

If it's about that accident
in Ferne Basset,

everything's in my report.

The man was drunk as an owl.

He deserved to get knocked down.

It was his own bloody fault.

In here.

[Man speaking indistinctly
on television]

This is not an official visit.

DR. WARNFORD:
So what is it'?

I understand you look after
the residents

at Lawnside nursing home, yes?

Do.

My aunt has just moved in there.
Mrs. Bly.

Yes.

She seems rather worried

about the death of the old lady
last night.

You mean Mrs. Harrap.

I'm sorry.
Would you...

-[ Sound mutes]
- Thank you.

There seems to be some confusion
about the cause of death.

No confusion.

She died of
acute myocardial infarction.

Heart attack.

Somebody told my aunt

that there was nothing wrong
with her heart.

Muriel Harrap was nearly
80 years old.

It's true there was nothing

significantly wrong
with her heart.

But at that age,
things can happen at any time

and without any warning.

Your aunt has probably been
talking to Mrs. Watson.

They, uh --
They call her George.

Lives in a world of her own.

The last time I saw her,
she -- she said

she was expecting
the Queen Mother for tea.

Need I say more?

[Man speaking indistinctly
on television]

Sorry to have wasted your time.

Uh, see yourself out.

I don't want to miss
the next race.

WOMAN:
Mm! I needed that.

WOMAN #2: {don't know
now you can eat bacon.

They pump
those poor little piggies

full of hormones
and antibiotics.

Yeah.
But We taste so good!

Ugh!

-[ Buzzer sounding]
-[ indistinct talking]

Oh, God, it's Mr. Cranham.

I'll go.

Tell him if he's been smoking
in bed again,

we'll have to report him
to Miss Richards.

- Right.
- You like some coffee?

Tea.
Coffee will keep me awake.

What do you want?

Where's Sister Lovelace?

She's not here.

Well, where's she gone?

I-It's her night off.

Listen, I've got to see her.
I've got to talk to her.

Stop it.
Let go of me.

Tell me where she is.

Let go!
Let go!

Let go of me!

MUNGO: I'm staying
at the Stonor Arms hotel.

You know who I am.

You tell her.

24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

What are you doing today, Cully?

What are my orders?

34.
We need more curtain hooks.

Could you go and see
Auntie Alice for me?

See if everything's all right.

Okay.

Could you go this morning?
Have a cup of coffee with her?

Yeah.

[Knock on door]

Come.

Mrs. Armstrong?

Mm?
Oh! Mrs. Bly.

Am I disturbing you?

[ Laughing]
Not in the least.

Do please come in.

How are you today?

Rather well, actually.

A little tired.

I looked for you at breakfast.

Nurse Bartlett was very sweet.

She said I could have breakfast
in bed.

What a luxury.

How was it at the hospital?

[Sighs ] Well, not entirely
what I'd hoped.

Oh, dear.

I don't think
there's much they can do.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm worried about Pru.

She was -- She was very upset.

Well, of course.

She's got no life of her own.
That's the trouble.

What about you?
What do you feel?

[Chuckles]

I'm an old lady.

I've had a happy life.

Now I propose
to let nature take its course.

There's nothing else I can do,
after all.

Now, let's talk about
something else.

Did you, um -- Did you hear
that dreadful row last night?

What dreadful row?

Well, Nurse Bartlett, I think.
And some man.

One of the residents?

No.

No, but I recognized his voice.

Who was it?

Well, if it's the man
I think it was,

his name is Mungo Mortimer.

I used to live
on the ground floor.

Next to his mother.

MUNGO: What do you mean,
you won't sign it?

You've got to sign it.

MRS. MORTIMER: It's my money,
I need it, and I'm not dead yet.

MUNGO:
If I don't get this money

by the end of the month,
I'm finished.

MRS. MORTIMER: Well, that's
your problem, Mungo, not mine.

MUNGO'. God.

The sooner you're out of
the way, the happier I shall be.

Did he really say that?

Well, I think so.

That's what it sounded like.

And you thought he was here
last night?

I know it.
I saw him.

You've got to say something.

You've got to stop him
coming here.

It's nothing to do with me.

He came here to see you.

So what?

I was scared!

I can't help that.

Well, you've got to
do something.

Do what?

You've got to stop him
coming back here.

Listen to me.

Mungo Mortimer
is a dangerous man.

I'm having nothing more
to do with him.

Nothing.

[Slams hand]

So you're an actress,
Miss Barnaby?

So you're an actress,
Miss Barnaby?

- Trying to be.
- How exciting.

- Tough life.
- Very.

She was almost
in "Pride and Prejudice."

Ooh, isn't that the one
about the Russian spy?

"Pride and Prejudice," George.

There are no Russian spies
in "Pride and Prejudice."

Oh. [ Laughs]
I'm getting confused.

Really?
You do surprise me.

How long have you lived here,
Mr. Smithers?

Oh, five years.

Soon be six.

Do call me William.

It's very beautiful.
It's quiet.

Too damned quiet for me.

I prefer the hustle and bustle
of city life.

Did you work in the city?

Well, not exactly.

He was in the army.

Oh, that was when I was young.
I left the army after 15 years.

Went to London.

Became a driver.

A chauffeur.

Well, you never told me that.

You never asked me.

Joined Price and Potter.

Marvelous firm!

Nothing but the best.

Drove quite a lot
of theater people.

Jack Buchanan.
Laurence Olivier.

- Vivien Leigh.
- Really?

We had top-notch cars.

The cream de la cream.

Mr. Buchanan always had
a Rolls-Royce.

Very stylish gentleman.

Sometimes I took him
down to Brighton.

He preferred a Bentley
Continental for those trips.

Is that why you're so interested
in cars?

Oh, of course.

Have you seen
the doctor's Aston Martin?

- No.
- Oh, classic.

I'd give £5,000 to spend
an afternoon in that car.

If I had £5,000 to spare.

[ Mid-tempo polka playing ]

[Doorbell rings]

Troy!

- Come on in.
- Thank you, sir.

- Do you want a beer?
- No, thanks.

- How's it going?
- Could be worse.

There's still
a hell of a lot to do.

- Sorry to interrupt.
- No, no, no.

All interruptions
are more than welcome.

- What's the problem?
- Not really a problem, sir.

Miss Richards
phoned the station.

- The lady from the nursing home.
- Yeah.

She wanted to speak to you.

And when I told her
you weren't working this week,

she asked
for your home phone number.

Of course
I didn't give it to her.

- Did she say what it was about?
- No.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello. Lawnside.

TOM:
Miss Richards?

Oh, Mr. Barnaby.
How kind of you to call.

Thank you so much.

- You wanted to speak to me?
- Yes.

I-I wanted to ask your advice
about something.

Well, look, I'll come up
and see you, shall I?

Is that the right thing?

No, no.

I-I'd rather
you didn't come here, Inspector.

I-I'll explain why
when I see you.

There's a tea shop in Causton.

Um, near the marketplace.

Are you happy here?

Happy?
I'm not unhappy.

It's not much fun being old.

You cease to expect happiness.

I'm happy if I don't get
indigestion after lunch.

Do you have family?

My wife died years ago.

15 years ago.

I have a daughter.

She's married to an accountant
in Shrewsbury.

Frightful prig.
I don't like either of them.

Oh.
Is that a dreadful thing to say?

Not if it's true.

They don't like me either.

We went through
this foolish pretense

of spending Christmas together
year after year after year.

Eventually I wrote to them
and said, quite politely,

I didn't see the point.

I'd rather stay here
in Lawnside.

Haven't spoken to them since.

CULLY:
Does that upset you?

Oh, I wish it were otherwise.
But it isn't.

C'est la vie.

Shall I tell you the strangest
thing about getting old?

What's that?

You become invisible.

When you're young,
you're something.

Beautiful, ugly, strong,
handsome, threatening, sexy.

When you're old, it stops.

Nobody gives you
a second glance.

You become another old fart
in a cheap sports jacket.

You become invisible.

I noticed you as soon
as I walked into the room.

You're very kind.

- Drive carefully.
- I Will.

[Engine turns over]

[Vehicle departs]

One of our residents died
a couple of nights ago.

A Mrs. Harrap.

Muriel Harrap.

Yes.

I-I gather
your aunt spoke to you

about the circumstances
of her death.

Who told you that?

Dr. Warnford.

Well, she was concerned.
Upset.

Oh, dear.

People worry so much
when they get older.

They worry about everything.

Although she wasn't rich,

Mrs. Harrap did have
a very good wristwatch.

A Cartier.
It was worth a lot of money.

I helped her
with the insurance papers.

The point is it's gone missing.

When was this?

Well, she came to see me
the evening before she died,

and she was wearing it then.

Why did she come to see you?
Was there any special reason?

I helped her
with her banking affairs.

How?

I checked her bank statements.

I made sure all her bills
were paid on time.

She found that side of life
rather overwhelming.

Most of our residents do.

See.

And you discovered that
the watch was missing when?

Come along now, please.
Back to your rooms now, please.

She wasn't wearing it.

I noticed that
most particularly.

That watch meant a great deal
to her.

If she wasn't wearing it,

she kept it
on her bedside table always.

[Door opens, bell chimes]

Something wrong?

The truth is, I would rather
we hadn't been seen together.

Why do you wish that?

I-I don't want to cause
any gossip.

It could cause
real difficulties.

Difficulties?
How?

Well, any hint
of anything being stolen

could be very damaging.

I mean, people might leave.

We just can't afford
that sort of scandal.

Look, I'll get my sergeant to
make some discreet inquiries.

Good afternoon.

Oh!
Oh, you look very dashing.

I'm just popping into town.
Got a few errands to do.

- Anything you want?
- No, I don't think so.

I do like that Cully.
She's a smashing girl.

She was very impressed
by you, too.

And so was I.

I had no idea you'd led
such a colorful life.

Ah, well.

We all have our little secrets.

[Sighs]

Good afternoon, sir.

And how are you today?

Oh, pretty fair, thank you.
Not bad at all.

You'll be glad to know
we found a good home

for your cigarette case.

A theater lover.

Delighted to possess something

that once belonged
to Jack Buchanan.

A former client,
as I think I told you.

Sad to part with it.

This belonged to my late wife.

As usual, financial necessity
forces me to ignore sentiment.

Ah, yes.

Cartier.

Very nice.

We can certainly give you
a good price for this, sir.

Yes, sir.
Can I help you?

I'd like to see Miss Richards,
please.

May I ask what it's about?

Detective Sergeant Troy,
Causton C.l.D.

Miss Richards spoke to my boss,
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

He asked me to come here.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Is something wrong?

Perhaps you can just tell her
I'm here.

Well, I'm afraid she's out.

We had an emergency
with Mr. Cranham.

She's gone to see his daughter.

Um, perhaps there's something
I can do.

Well, uh, nothing at the moment,
I think.

Tell her I called.
Ask her to give me a ring.

Sergeant Troy.

Um, before you go...

Could I talk to you
for a moment, please?

Of course.

We better go in the staff room.

Perhaps I shouldn't tell you
about this.

About what?

It's really none of my business.

But it is, I suppose.

I'm the one he yelled at,
after all.

Who are you talking about?

His name's Mortimer.
Mungo Mortimer.

His mother was a resident here.

She died about three weeks ago.

Why was he shouting at you?

Well, he was looking
for one of the nurses.

Sister Lovelace.
But it was her night off.

He just...

He just lost control.

He shouted at me.
He grabbed hold of my arm.

- When was this?
- Last night.

And this other nurse --
Sister what?

- Lovelace.
- Have you told her about this?

She won't talk about it.

- What do you mean?
- Just that.

She won't talk about it.
She refuses.

Is she here now?
Shall I speak to her?

No, she's gone to the hospital
with Mr. Cranham.

And you've no idea
what all this is about?

There is something else.

An old lady called Mrs. Harrap
died a few nights ago.

Mr. Mortimer was here.

I don't think
he wanted anyone to see him.

It was very strange.

Miss Bartlett!
Quickly, quickly!

It's old Mrs. Harrap!

[Door closes]

Do you have an address
for Mr. Mortimer?

He lives in London
most of the time.

He said he was staying
at the Stonor Arms hotel.

Evening, Mungo.
What news?

I went to the bank.

I think everything's
gonna be all right.

Well, let's hope so, old cock.

For your sake as well as mine.

Hop in.

[Mid-tempo big-band music
playing]

[Music continues]

Wasn't that fun?
I do love dancing.

- George is very good.
- What's that?

I was just saying
what a good dancer you are.

Oh, well.
All those evenings at the Savoy.

You know you'll catch your death
of cold if you're not careful.

- Here. Take this.
- How kind.

That is kind of you.

You all right?

That was a lovely evening.

Oh, but I'm ready for bed.

Oh, it was super!
Really super.

Good night, Mrs. Fielding.
Sleep well.

And you.

Oh, my shawl.

Oh, dear!

Madge?

Madge, are you there?

It's Alice.
Could I have my shawl?

Oh!

Oh, God!

Oh, nurse!
Nurse!

[Metal squeaking]

Oh, it was a dreadful shock.

Well, yes.
It must've been.

I'd seen her
a few minutes before.

We walked down
the corridor together.

She was perfectly well.

She'd had a happy evening.

I just don't understand it.

You should have phoned me
last night. Why didn't you?

I didn't want to make
a nuisance of myself.

Oh, don't be silly.

Now, look, I must go.

But I'll give you a ring
later on, all right?

Tom, there's something
that frightens me.

What's that?

I lent her my shawl.
Madge.

She was wearing it
when she died.

Suppose...

Well, just suppose
she was killed.

Perhaps whoever did it
thought he was killing me.

Oh, that's very unlikely.

She died in her own room,
not yours.

Nobody would've expected
to find you there.

Now, would they?

No.
I suppose not.

Cerebral hemorrhage.
Not unexpected.

She'd had a couple
of tiny strokes last year.

There's no way
it could have been --

What?

There seem to have been
a lot of sudden deaths

at Lawnside recently.

As I said to you before,
Inspector,

with an average age of about 85,

sudden deaths are frequent
and rarely unexpected.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Do forgive me.

If you're looking for
an unsolved murder,

I'm afraid
I must disappoint you.

This ain't it.

Can't put me finger on it.
It's just a feeling.

She's very down to earth,
me Auntie Alice.

Very level-headed.

And if she thinks
there's something wrong,

well, that worries me.

We shouldn't just ignore it.

- Is there anything I can do?
- Yeah.

See if you can find a record

of all the people
that have died in Lawnside

over the last, what,
couple of years.

See if there's some sort
of recurring pattern.

Right.

And don't involve Miss Richards

or any of the other staff,
all right?

Go and have tea
with the old dears.

No, go on.
You'll find they're sweet.

Listen to what
they've got to say.

It must be very exciting,
being a detective.

It can be, yes.

My father once met Conan Doyle.

The man who wrote -- oh...

...you know, those books.

- What books?
- Detective stories.

No.
You mean Sherlock Holmes.

No.
Conan Doyle.

I was wondering if any of you
had seen anything unusual.

Depends what you mean
by unusual.

Old Mrs. Tucker said she saw the
Prince of Wales mowing the lawn.

Oh, she was batty.

I thought you might like
to see this.

Oh. Thank you.

WILLIAM:
Anyway, she died weeks ago.

Who did?

WILLIAM:
Oh, Mrs. What's-her-name.

The one who saw Prince Charles
mowing the lawn.

It wasn't Prince Charles.

It was the real one.

The one who married
Mrs. Simpson.

That Prince of Wales.

- Oh.
- Am I intruding?

Not at all.
Come and join us.

You all right?

Well, hello!

Oh, how delicious to meet
someone so young and energetic

among our ancient bones.

[Chuckles]

I'm Arthur.

Gavin.

Gavin who?

Troy.

Troy.
Now, that's an interesting name.

It comes from the French

and from an ancient tribe
in Gaul, I believe.

Or is it Ireland?

Anyway, what are you doing here,
Gavin?

He's a policeman.

A policeman?

A detective.

Are you investigating something?

Just making
a few general inquiries.

Good.

Well, I wish you luck.

And if you'll forgive me,
I-I've got work to do.

My room's an absolute tip,
and it won't wait for me.

Something wrong, Mr. Prewitt?

No.
No, it's -- it's nothing.

[Muffled screaming]

[Screaming stops]

[ Door opens]

[Door closes]

[Door closes]

[Footsteps departing]

[Sighs]

Don't fancy the idea
of getting old, sir.

Not much you can do
about it, Troy.

All this talk of healthy diets
and living longer.

What's the point?

I mean, who wants to live
to be 89?

Someone who's 88.

[ Laughs 1

So none of them had
anything interesting to say?

It was a bit
of a nightmare, sir.

Couldn't get a straight answer
out of any of them.

- There was one thing, sir.
- What's that?

One of the old boys
behaved very strangely

when he found out
I was a detective.

Strangely? How?

Jump'!-

Ill at ease.
He seemed scared.

What was his name?

Prewitt.
Arthur Prewitt.

Retired schoolmaster.
Poofter.

- Oh, for...
- Well, that's what he is.

A right cream puff.

It was a crime when he was
young, Troy, to be gay.

Maybe that's why
he was ill at ease.

Bad memories of people like you.

Yeah.

Would you like some more coffee?

Oh, please.

Thank you.

Chocolate biscuit?

Where did they come from?

Ask no questions,
and I'll tell you no lies.

You are naughty.

Well, they can
bloody well afford it,

the money
they squeeze out of us.

God.
Makes me sick.

I asked Sister Fatface
for a biscuit the other day.

"This isn't the Ritz," she said.

Bloody nerve.

Anyway, they don't do
their job properly.

What about that broken window
in the room next door?

That was broken ages ago.

Nobody's done anything about it.

Bloody disgrace.

George thinks that Miss Richards
and Dr. Warnford are in cahoots.

Oh, yeah.
She told me that.

Fiddling money
and that sort of thing.

- Changing wills?
- Yes!

Do you think that's possible?

Well...George lives
in a world of her own.

She's not exactly the most
reliable person in Lawnside.

No.

Still, she might be right.

Anything's possible.

I'm sorry to interrupt your
breakfast, ladies and gentlemen.

I have some more
upsetting news for you.

Mrs. Armstrong -- Celia --
passed away during the night.

You all right?

[Telephone ringing]

58632.
Hello?

Oh, Auntie Alice!
How are you?

Mrs. Armstrong's dead.

I'm sure she was killed.

I know who did it.

Who was this lady?
The one that died.

Mrs. Armstrong.
Celia.

She said she met you.

When was that?

When she was on her way
to the hospital.

Oh, yes.
She was with her daughter.

Oh, well, her niece.
Mrs. Bennett.

Nice woman.
Pru.

What makes you think
she was murdered?

Well, I'm not saying that
she was murdered definitely.

It just seems possible,
that's all.

Why is it possible?

Well, she was so bright when
I spoke to her a few days ago.

There was no reason
for her to die so soon.

I spoke to Dr. Warnford.

He said she was very ill.

Oh, well, I don't trust
Dr. Warnford.

I think he's up to no good.

Well, be that as it may,

Mrs. Armstrong was old
and she was ill.

She wasn't ready to die.

Well, you could tell!

You said she was frightened
of somebody.

Yes.

See, there was this man.

He was arguing
with one of the nurses.

And then she saw him lurking
in the garden.

She said he was very angry.

She was frightened of him.

Did she describe the man?

Oh, she knew him.

Funny name.

Two M's.

Mungo Mortimer.

I know about him, sir.

One of the nurses
was complaining about him.

Threatening behavior.
That sort of thing.

When was that?

The day before yesterday, when
I came to see Miss Richards.

You got an address for him?

Yes, sir. He's staying
at the Stonor Arms hotel.

[ Footsteps]

[ Door opens]

Wait.

Oh, damn.

Sorry.

Mr. Mortimer?

Yes?

Could we have a word, please?

A word?
What sort of a word?

I am Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

And this
is Detective Sergeant Troy.

What's the problem?

I understand
you have some connection

with Lawnside nursing home?

Oh, I get it.

Nurse Bartlett's been making
an official complaint?

Perhaps you'd be kind enough
to answer my question, sir.

Yes, I do have a connection
with Lawnside.

My mother lived there
for 18 months.

She died there three weeks ago.

[Cue stick thuds,
balls knocking ]

No, it was four weeks ago.

You were seen there
four nights ago, sir,

when one of the residents --
a Mrs. Muriel Harrap -- died.

You were also seen there
a couple of nights ago.

So?

On this last occasion, sir,

you were observed by another
resident, Mrs. Celia Armstrong.

She died in the early hours
of this morning.

What's all this about?

We'd like to know where you were

between 3:00 and 6:00
this morning.

You don't think I had anything
to do with them dying, do you?

[Laughs ] That is nonsense.
That's just nonsense.

Well, they're old ladies.
They died.

People are always dying
at Lawnside.

It's a nursing home for
old people. What do you expect?

One of the staff has complained

that you barged into
the nurses' sitting room

and used abusive language
and threatening behavior.

Well, I was angry.
I lost my temper.

Why? What about?

I wanted to speak
to Sister Lovelace.

Nurse Bartlett was being
officious and obstructive.

I lost my temper.
I shouldn't have done so.

I shall certainly apologize
to her when I see her next.

You said you wanted to speak
to Sister Lovelace.

What for?

We had a bit of a fracas
when my mother died.

It was my fault entirely.

It's been
an emotionally tough time.

It's odd, actually.

I didn't think I'd feel
quite so cut up.

Took me by surprise.

I gather you spend
most of your time in London.

When are you going back?

Early next week.

I have to clear up
my mother's financial affairs.

Let us know when you leave,
won't you?

We'll need your address
and your telephone number.

Well, don't worry.
I've no plans to run away.

I wouldn't advise that, sir.

- Going home now?
- No. Back to Lawnside.

I want to hear
what Sister Lovelace has to say

about Mr. Mortimer.

Can't believe he's called Mungo.

What kind of name is that?

Good morning, Mrs. Bennett.

What do you want?

I'm Tom Barnaby.
Alice Bly's nephew.

I know who you are.
What's the matter?

- I was so sorry to hear about --
- Yes.

Yes.
Thank you.

Must have been a great shock.

Yes.

Well, no.
She was ill.

She was very ill.

Even so,
it's always a great shock

when it actually happens,
isn't it?

You're right. It is.
Thank you.

Was there something else?

No, no, no.
I came to see my auntie.

Oh.
Yes, of course.

Excuse me.

- Hello.
- Sister Lovelace?

Yes?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector
Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Could you spare us a minute,
please?

Of course.

Is there somewhere we can talk?

- Um, through here.
- Thank you.

Jo, if you'd let us have
the room for a few moments.

Is something wrong?

We've been talking
to Mr. Mungo Mortimer.

I gather there's some sort of
friction between the two of you.

I don't like him.

- Why is that?
- I'm not sure I should tell you.

Why not?

I am a nurse.

Mr. Mortimer's mother
was my patient.

Are you worried
about medical ethics?

I don't think
those things apply.

I mean, in my situation.

Well, what is your --
or what was your situation?

Mr. Mortimer has been having
financial problems.

He tried to get money
from his mother.

They had rows about it.

Were you present when they had
these rows?

I heard them arguing, yes.

Well, can you tell us some more
about the arguments?

Like I said, Mr. Mortimer
asked his mother for money.

- She wouldn't give it to him.
- Large sums of money?

Oh, yes.

She was a sweet woman
but very stubborn.

They didn't get on.
Not at all.

And of course she was very ill.

The medication was heavy.
She slept most of the time.

MUNGO:
How long could she last?

Could be tomorrow.
Could be years.

Sister Lovelace...

I don't want her to linger.

She's in no pain.

Sister Lovelace, I don't think
you know what I'm talking about.

I don't want her to linger...

unnecessarily.

If your mother comes
to any harm, Mr. Mortimer,

I'll know who's responsible.

And I won't keep quiet about it.

I knew what he was
asking me to do.

He couldn't have made it
much clearer.

Four days later, she died.

Did you tell Dr. Warnford
about this?

No, sir.

Dr. Warnford and Mr. Mortimer
are friends.

I-I didn't know what to do.

So I did nothing.

Was that wrong of me?

It's understandable.

Well, thank you, Sister.

Thank you.

What do you make
of that, then, sir?

I think I'll go and have
a few reassuring words

with Auntie Alice.

[ Door opens]

Inspector, I must talk to you.

Alone.

Okay, Troy.
Off you go-

Now, sir, what's the problem?

I've done something dreadful.

Quite, quite dreadful.

Morning, ladies.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

- Lovely day.
- Beautiful.

There's a nice old pub the other
side of Badger's Drift.

First-class grub.

I thought I'd go there
for a spot of lunch.

Would you care to join me?

Oh, thank you, William.

But I don't really feel
in the mood.

It's so sad
about Celia Armstrong.

Fair enough.

Another time, perhaps.

I'll come with you if you like.

Uh, no, thank you, George.

You'd only start talking about
your friend the Queen Mother,

and I'd be
dreadfully embarrassed.

Well, I can't think why.
She's a very nice lady.

See you later.

How are you going to get there?

- What? Where?
- The pub.

It's a long way
to Badger's Drift.

Oh. [Chuckles]
Taxi.

Unexpected dividend.

Thought I'd give myself
a little treat.

ARTHUR: I-I do hope
I didn't upset Sergeant Troy.

He's so young, you see,
and he wouldn't understand.

Understand what?

Madge Fielding.

Did you know her?

Oh, that's the old lady
that died the other night?

Yes.

She was so untidy.

You wouldn't believe
how untidy she was.

She was the untidiest woman
I've ever met.

And...messy.

Incredibly messy.

I couldn't bear
to watch her eat.

I've looked at the people --
the people here --

and I've thought,
"Well, I may be getting on.

But I'm not like that."

Self-respect.

It -- It's as though
they've lost all self-respect.

Some of them, anyway.

And Madge Fielding?

Yes.

Madge Fielding.

Her room was just along
the corridor.

I used to walk past it
half a dozen times a day.

It was such
an unbelievable mess.

No control.
No order.

No self-respect.

It really offended me.

So something had to be done.

I would have to
tidy her room myself.

It was the only solution.

But there were problems.

It was difficult to see when
I would be able to gain access.

She was so unpredictable.

And then I heard about
the dance.

They were going to have a dance,
you see,

downstairs in the lounge.

[Mid-tempo big-band music
playing]

I waited and waited until
I thought the coast was clear.

As it turned out,
I waited too long.

Oh, but I'm ready for bed.

Oh, it was super!
Really super.

Good night, Mrs. Fielding.
Sleep well.

And you.

ARTHUR: I was so engrossed,
I didn't hear her coming.

I was busy trying to tidy
the dressing table,

which was a mess of hairbrushes
and makeup and soiled tissues.

And then...the door opened.

[Gasps]

[Groaning]

So...

I killed her.
It's as simple as that.

I killed her.

So, what happens now?

I'll talk to Miss Richards.

Miss Richards?

She'll find someone to help you.

She'll know
the best thing to do.

[ Laughter]

Morning, sir.
What can I get you?

G&T, please.
Large.

-Ice and lemon?
- Please.

[Laughter continues]

And something for lunch,
I think.

How was that, sir?
All right for you?

Very good indeed, thank you.

I don't think we've had
the pleasure

of seeing you here before, sir.

You don't live locally?

Not far.
A few miles.

Trouble is, no transport.

Can't afford a car.

Can't afford anything.

I know the feeling, sir.
We're all in the same boat.

Once upon a time, I thought
I could live quite comfortably.

What a mistake that was.

I'm in what's called
a residential nursing home.

My wife died.

It seemed the best solution.
Bloody expensive!

Are you talking about Lawnside?

I am.
Do you know it?

I know of it.

Clive Warnford lives
in the village.

Warnford?

Oh!
Dr. Warnford.

That's the one.

I think his girlfriend works
at Lawnside too.

I didn't know he had one.

[Chuckles ] She's not the type
I thought he'd go for.

Rather frumpish.

Not in the first flush of youth.

Oh.

Straight brown hair?

That's her.

I saw her about an hour ago.

Drives a little Fiat.

Who is she?

Sounds like Miss Richards.

Chief warder.

[Chuckles]

Where is Warnford's house?

Opposite the church.
You can't miss it.

[Birds chirping]

[Smacking in distance]

HILARY: You think
you know it all, don't you?

DR. WARNFORD:
Please, just stop. Stop!

HILARY: You don't know anything.
Stupid.

-[ Smack]
- DR. WARNFORD: Oh!

HILARY:
You deserve it.

You think you're so clever.
You think you know everything.

No, I'm not clever.
I'm a very stupid man.

No, you think you're clever,
though, don't you?

- But you don't know anything.
- No more! Please.

But you don't!
You don't!

- DR. WARNFORD: Oh! Very stupid!
-[ Smacking]

HILARY: You think you know
everything, but you don't!

- You don't!
-[ Wood creaks]

[ Laughing]

[ Laughs 1

What a laugh!

[Tires screeching]

He runs an upmarket
secondhand car business.

Classic cars.

That's where he met
Dr. Warnford.

Mortimer sold him
the Aston Martin.

His name's Maurice, by the way,
not Mungo.

Maurice Winston.

TOM: We had a talk
to Sister Lovelace.

I suppose she told you
I bumped off my mother.

Something like that.

I think it would be
a very good idea

if you told us
your side of the story.

[Sighs]

It all comes down to money.

I borrowed money
from Clive Warnford.

Is he rich?

Oh, he's loaded.
Well, his wife is, anyway.

I didn't know he was married.

That's why he has to be careful.

About what?

Well, Miss Richards.

They're knocking each other off.

If the wife found out,
she'd divorce him,

and the money would dry up.

What about your mother?

My mother, yes. Well,
she was a patient at Lawnside.

[ Door opens]

[Door closes]

It's bloody expensive,
that place.

She was old, ill, going gaga.

I had no idea
how long she'd last.

You think
I asked Sister Lovelace

to finish her off, don't you?

Listen, don't think
it didn't cross my mind.

But when it came to the crunch,
I just couldn't do it.

What happened then?

She died, totally unexpectedly.
four days later.

But then, of course, I began
to worry about Sister Lovelace.

What if she thought
I'd done something?

You know, pills in the Lucozade.

Suppose she'd gone
to the police.

There'd have to be a postmortem
and God knows what else.

Probate would be delayed.

Look, I needed
the money immediately.

I had to do something.

I decided to talk
to Sister Lovelace,

tell her the truth.

I certainly didn't choose
a good night.

O'CASEY:
Miss Bartlett!

Miss Bartlett!

Miss Bartlett!

MUNGO: The next time I came back
to see Sister Lovelace,

it was her bloody night off.

Are you surprised
I lost my temper?

I'm staying
at the Stonor Arms hotel.

You know who I am.

Tell her.

Now, look.
I haven't done anything wrong.

You must believe that.

I may have been a bloody fool,
but that's not a crime.

- Is it?
- Not yet, sir, no.

Inspector Barnaby, sir?

There's a telephone call
for you.

- Mr. Smithers?
- Huh?

Mr. Smithers.
I'm Tom Barnaby.

Mrs. Bly's nephew.

Oh, I know who you are.

And I know Sergeant Troy.

What do you want?

What on earth made you do
a thing like that, Mr. Smithers?

Just put it down
to an old man's foolishness.

Tell me what happened.

Well, I saw the car.

He'd left the keys
in the ignition, stupid clot.

The temptation was too great.

What were you doing there?

Why weren't you
at the nursing home?

We're not prisoners, you know.
Sometimes it may seem like it.

I wanted a taste of freedom.

Lunch at the Queens Arms.

Are you two here officially?

As policemen?

My aunt was worried about you.

She'd heard some garbled rumors
about your adventures.

And she asked me to find out
what had really happened.

Oh, dear Alice.
She's a very sweet woman.

She also says that you'd
cooked up some theory

about Dr. Warnford
and Miss Richards

trying to defraud the residents.

We were barking up
the wrong tree.

Their connection
is more intimate.

If you follow my drift.

You're going to get you into
a lot of trouble for this.

Oh, I know that.

And there's something else.

What's that?

My jacket.

The wallet in the inside pocket.

Have a look.

Look inside.

Old Muriel Harrap.

I flogged her watch.

O'CASEY:
Miss Bartlett!

- Miss Bartlett!
-[ Door closes]

WILLIAM:
Her room was opposite of mine.

She left the door ajar.

Now, what would have happened
if I hadn't taken it?

It'd have gone
to some niece or nephew.

Pushed into a drawer.
Nobody needed it.

But I did.

I needed it to go to the pub
once a week.

Couple of G&Ts.
Ploughman's with real cheddar.

These things are important
to a chap.

They are to me, anyway.

I'll tell you something.

Whatever happens...

[Chuckles]

...it was worth it.

[Hinge creaks]

Oh, Mrs. Bly.

Oh!
I'm so sorry.

I didn't realize.

I was on my way
to having a bath,

and I saw the door was open.

- I seem to have lost something.
- Can I help?

No. It's all right.
Go and have your bath.

It seems so silly having a bath
at this time of the day,

but there's such a queue
in the morning.

Oh.

It wasn't an earring, was it?

What?

How did you know
it was an earring?

Well, I-I don't know.

Well, I just saw it
on the carpet.

- When?
- I don't remember.

What sort of an earring?

Well, it was just --
just an earring, that's all.

- Did you pick it up?
- I can't remember.

Uh...

Yes, I remember.

I think I gave it
to one of the nurses.

- Which one?
- Oh, I can't remember.

Oh, I'm so sorry,

but my memory is in a hopeless
state at this point.

I'm -- I'm so sorry.
Do forgive me.

[Sighs]

[indistinct conversations]

[indistinct conversations]

Thank you for this.

- Thanks for what?
- For taking me out to dinner.

Oh, it's the least I could do.

Everything at home's
such a mess.

I'm sorry.

- What is it?
- What?

You've got something
on your mind.

No.
No, not really.

Tell me.

Well, I'm puzzled.

And worried.

- About Alice?
- No.

There's a woman
called Pru Bennett.

Her aunt's in Lawnside.
Or she was in Lawnside.

She'd been very ill.

She died last night.
That's the aunt, that is.

Oh.

And when I said how sorry I was,

Mrs. Bennett reacted
very strangely.

Well, I couldn't put my finger
on it at first, but now I can.

She wasn't upset.
She was frightened.

What of?

It seems...
Well, she was frightened of me.

[Gasps]
Oh, my God!

[Gasps]

WOMAN:
Just because they're free

doesn't mean to say
they're good, you know.

[Telephone ringing]

MAN:
{like 'em.

58632.

It's Alice.
Auntie Alice.

I must speak to your father.

- He's not here.
- Well, where is he?!

They've gone out to a restaurant
in Causton.

Look, Cully,
you've got to ring him!

I'm in terrible trouble!

Well, what is it?
What's the matter?

I know who killed
Celia Armstrong.

There's a telephone call
for you, sir.

- For me?
- It's your daughter.

She's really scared, Dad.

She thinks someone's
trying to kill her.

- MAN: Thank you, sir.
- TOM: Thank you.

Hang on.

I've asked Troy
to meet me there.

Don't worry. I'll give you
a ring when I get to the home.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

[ Footsteps]

[Telephone rings]

Yes? Hello?

- TOM: Miss Richards?
- Who is it?

It's Tom Barnaby.
Inspector Barnaby.

I think you have an intruder
on the premises.

Oh!

[Gasps]

What's happened?
Have you seen anyone?

Your aunt's not in her room.

Shall we look
in the other bedrooms?

Absolutely not.

Sergeant Troy will be here
in a very few minutes.

He'll have some other officers
with him.

They'll do all the searching.

You stay where you are
and stay together.

Anything I can do to help?

No.
Not at the moment.

What's on the ground floor?

Dining room, kitchen,
TV lounge, staff room.

Let's have a look.

That's how they got in.
Look.

- Where does this go?
- Oh, the TV lounge.

Y-You'll want to talk to her.

TOM:
Miss Richards.

She's terribly upset.

You will be gentle with her,
won't you?

I never intended
to do her any harm.

Your aunt.

I just wanted to tell her
the truth.

To beg her to say nothing.

I felt sure she'd understand.

And did she?

I think so.

You know what happened.

You know what I did.

Perhaps you ought to tell me
about it.

Celia was the most important
person in the world to me.

It's as simple as that.

My parents died
when I was young.

Celia was my mother's sister.

She brought me up
as her daughter.

We were devoted to each other.

Celia's husband died.

So we shared a house.

We were very happy.

[Sniffles]

The cancer first came
five years ago.

We thought she was clear.

But it came back.

We went to the hospital
on Tuesday.

It was the worst possible news.

At first I didn't take it in.

I'd been sitting there --
I don't know how long --

going over and over
what the doctor had told me.

He would do all he could,
he said,

but I must face up to the fact

that she'd go downhill
pretty quickly.

What did that mean?

I should have asked him.

Pain.
Terrible indignities.

She'd always been so kind
and gentle,

so full of sympathy for others.

I knew the cancer
was destroying her.

I couldn't let her suffer
and do nothing.

Must have been 2:00 or 3:00
in the morning.

I knew the lock on the dining
room French window was broken.

Celia had complained about it.

[Voice breaking]
She looked so peaceful.

So content.

I knew what had to be done.

[Muffled screaming]

[Gasping]

[ Footsteps]

It was much later I realized
I'd lost one of my earrings.

It was a mistake
to go and look for it.

Was it wrong, what I did?

Was it murder?

That's not for me to decide,
Mrs. Bennett.

Well, suppose it had been you.

Wouldn't you have done
the same thing?

The doctor said two months.

That's all she had left.

I couldn't let her suffer,
could I?

Don't you agree?

Please.
Tell me what you think.

My mother died a few years ago.

And like your auntie, she was
very frail, very fragile.

Most of the time
she seemed to be asleep.

I used to sit by the bed.

And the silence
became oppressive.

So I began talking to her
as if she were her old self.

I'd talk to her
of childhood things.

Holidays.
Trips to the seaside.

Special treats.

No reaction.

And then one day
as I was leaving...

...I leaned across,
kissed her on the forehead,

and I told her I loved her.

She opened her eyes.

She looked directly at me.

"I love you too," she said.

Had she heard everything
I'd been saying?

Perhaps she wasn't asleep
after all.

I don't know.

And that is why
I find it impossible

to answer your question.

What do you think will happen
to me?

Oh...

I'm sure everyone
will be very understanding.

Will she go to prison?

Possibly.
But I doubt it.

I'm sure they'll be
very lenient.

Suspended sentence perhaps.

Poor woman.

- It's quite dreadful.
- Yep.

Presumably the others
died naturally?

That's what the doctor says.

It's all so sad.

More toast?

Yes, yes.
Please.

A penny for your thoughts.

- You what?
- You're miles away.

I was thinking about Alice.

She made a mistake
going to Lawnside.

She doesn't need nursing,
does she?

She needs
some tender loving care.

- Do you want her to come here?
- Do you mind?

It's only a couple of weeks,
after all.

Thanks.

You're a very special kind
of girl, you know that?

We aim to please.

- Oh, would you like these?
- What?

I have read them.

Oh, detective stories?

No, I-I can't be doing
with detective stories.

I get confused
with all those blue herrings.

Red.

What?

Red herrings, dear.
Not blue.

Oh, well, whatever they are.

No, just not my cup of tea.

I'll just put these in the boot.

Mr. Smithers.

Ah.

You're soon back.

Oh, just come
to collect my gear.

Off to Shrewsbury.
Place near my daughter's.

She thinks it's a good idea.

I'm not too sure myself.

Oh! Listen.

What?

You can hear Miss Richards
heaving a great sigh of relief.

The hospital sent my particulars
to Shrewsbury police,

so don't worry.

I shan't escape
the long arm of the law.

Take care of yourself, Alice!

[Vehicle door opens, closes]

[Engine turns over]

You all right?

Yes, thank you, Tom.

Very all right.