All language subtitles for Partners in Crime s01e04 The Sunningdale Mystery.eng

[Cheerful music]

Good lord.

Albert?

Yes, Mr. Beresford?

Do we, by chance,
have any scissors?

Scissors?

A two-bladed instrument
with handles at one end.

Works by leverage?

Pivots in the middle?

Jolly useful for cutting
paper and things.

Oh.

Thank you, Albert.

My pleasure, guv.

Mrs. Beresford not
gonna be with us today?

Oh, yes, but she said

she had an important
appointment first.

Ah.

Something the matter?

You're not cutting through
the feature page, are you, guv?

[Tommy] Oh, I don't think so.

Oh, good, 'cause there's
an article on "the rat."

I didn't know you were
interested in animals.

It's a film, starring
ivor novello.

Oh, I see.

They're gonna make a
sequel, "the triumph of the rat."

Fascinating.

You like ivor novello, do you?

He's highly talented.

Yes, well, I really
must try and see him.

[Albert] Oh, you won't
be disappointed, sir.

Anyone at home?

[Tommy] Tuppence!

I say.

[Albert] Oh, Mrs.
Beresford, what a chic titfer.

[Laughs] I didn't
think you'd notice.

You mean you hoped we wouldn't.

So, that was your important
appointment, was it?

Oh, yes, I know it's
wildly extravagant of me,

but I found this new little
place in south molton street

and I just couldn't resist.

South molton street?

That's a bit pricey, isn't it?

Been busy without me?

Have we, Albert?

Quiet as the grave, miss.

Oh, dear.

Catching up with the news?

Sort of.

I think you'll find page
17 is the one you're after.

Oh, thanks, guv.

Mrs. Beresford and I are

going out for some
lunch now, Albert.

So, if anyone
comes with a problem

for blunt's brilliant detectives
that simply won't wait,

you'll find us at...

The ritz.

[Tommy] Try again.

That nice little place in soho.

Our local abc shop.

How else are we going to
afford that splendid new hat?

Bye, Albert.

Excellent.

Couldn't be better.

Why has this grace for the
simple life come upon you?

Be patient.

All will come clear.

I wonder now whether one
of these haughty damsels

would condescend to notice us.

Excuse me.

Splendid.

She drifts this way.

Doubtless her subconscious
mind is seething

with such matters
as ham and eggs

and pots of richly brewed tea.

Yes?

[Tommy clears throat]

Pork chop, Brussels sprouts,
garden peas, please, miss.

Oh, and some fried
potatoes, a large coffee,

and a round of butter,

and a plate of thyme.

Plate of thyme, chop
and fried, two veg,

large coffee, r and b.

No, this gentleman
will just have

a cheesecake and
a large glass of milk.

Oh.

Cheesecake, glass
of milk, anything else?

No, thank you.

That was completely
uncalled for.

Not at all.

But I hate milk.

And cheesecakes are always
so yellow and bilious looking.

- [Tommy groans]
- If you're going to

be simple, you might
as well do it properly.

Jolly good stuff, cold tongue.

Now then, Tommy,
what's this really all about?

I'm not sure I want to tell you.

Shall I call her back and
order rice pudding instead?

No, no, no.

Cheesecakes are
perfect, thank you.

All right.

Well, first of all,

and speaking in a
strictly unofficial capacity,

business isn't too
brisk at the moment.

In fact, it just
about doesn't exist.

Yes, that's the
problem in a nutshell.

But I have applied
my mind to it.

The solution is simple,

and I venture to
say quite brilliant.

I'm on tenterhooks.

If business won't come to
us, we must go to business.

Sort of Mohammed
and the mountain.

- What an original thought.
- Tommy.

Which brings me to the point.

The sunningdale mystery.

Oh, the sunningdale mystery.

[Tommy] Now, this is a portrait
of captain Anthony sessle,

as it appeared
in the daily leader.

You know, I wonder
someone doesn't

sue these newspapers sometimes.

I mean, look at that
photograph, it's so blurry.

I mean, you can see it's a man,

and that's just
about all. [Laughs]

That's feminine vanity.

Oh, rubbish, common sense.

Be that as it may, when I
said the sunningdale mystery,

I should have said the
so-called sunningdale mystery.

An enigma to the police perhaps,

but not to the intelligent mind.

Meaning you've
solved it already?

No, not exactly.

Plate of tongue.

Cheesecake.

Glass of milk.

Well, go on.

Suddenly I don't
feel very hungry.

No, no, I mean
captain sessle. [Laughs]

Oh, I see.

Well, it was about
three weeks ago

that the gruesome
discovery was made.

[Peaceful music]

A young couple were
enjoying an early round

on the famous course.

It was a beautiful morning.

No one else was about.

Oh, lord.

Don't worry so,
I'll help you look.

They separated.

And then, after a few minutes...

[Woman screams]

Even before the police arrived,

they knew it was captain sessle.

He was a well-known
figure on the links,

and always wore a golf jacket
of a particular shade of blue.

Captain sessle was often
seen out on the course

in the early morning practising.

At first, it was thought
he'd had a heart attack.

But he hadn't?

A doctor's examination
revealed the significant fact

that he'd been murdered.

Stab to the heart,

by a woman's hatpin.

He was also found to have
been dead for at least 18 hours.

Meaning he must've been
killed the previous afternoon.

Precisely.

Darling, it's rude to
talk with your mouth full.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, that put an

entirely different
complexion on the matter.

Well, obviously.

Now, who was the last person
to see captain sessle alive?

Well, apart from
the murderer, that is.

His close friend
and business partner,

Mr. Wilfred hollaby of the
porcupine assurance company.

What had happened was this.

Sessle and hollaby were
enjoying a last round of golf.

Sessle seemed in good
spirits and was in excellent form.

Bit of luck there, old boy.

[Ominous music]

[Tommy] Suddenly, as
sessle approached the 17th tee,

hollaby saw someone else.

A woman appeared.

There's a public footpath
that crosses the course.

She must have used it.

She was very tall
and dressed in brown.

Hollaby was astonished to see

sessle and the
woman talking together.

Shan't be a minute.

[Tommy] They walked
off in deep conversation.

The footpath there leaves
the course, they disappeared.

Two other players were
coming up the course.

Then, much to hollaby's
relief, sessle reappeared.

Are you all right?

Yes, of course.

We'd best get on.

[Sessle sighs]

Damn.

[Tommy] But clearly
sessle wasn't all right.

Not only did he
foozle his drive badly,

but he also seemed
worried, on edge.

His golf was atrocious.

Evidently, something
had happened

to put him completely
off his game.

What the devil do you
think you're playing at?

A child could've done
that, what sort of a shot.

[Tommy] The other two
players were a major barnard

and a Mr. Lecky.

They were preparing
to play off the 17th tee,

when they noticed
something strange

happening in front of
them on the fairway.

What do you think is
going on over there?

Looks extraordinary business.

He's over there.

What on earth's got into sessle?

Not impressed if I can say.

I've never seen
him play so badly.

- You, lecky?
- Never.

Is he not feeling well?

He seemed fine when we started.

There was a woman.

Caught a glimpse of her.

Tall creature dressed in brown.

She seemed to
be waiting for him.

They went off together.

What was it she wanted?

I wish I knew.

[Tommy] And as
far as we can tell,

they were the last people
to see captain sessle alive.

Gosh.

Finished, have you?

Oh, yes, thanks.

Well, tuppence?

Well, Tommy.

[Tommy] What do you think?

Is there a Mrs. Sessle?

Yes, but she was away
at the time visiting friends.

Children?

No.

Servants?

A couple who looked
after their cottage,

but it was their day
off, they spent it in town.

Now, who else
might've had a motive?

[Tommy] No one, apparently.

And the police?

Rather baffled.

A-ha, which brings us back

to the mysterious
woman in brown.

Who was she?

No one knows.

Don't worry, it'll only
take me half an hour.

[Tommy] What will?

Why, packing, of course.

Bound to need a
few more clothes.

Clothes?

Well, you surely don't expect me

to appear on a golf
course dressed like this.

So, we're going to be
Mohammed after all, are we?

We are going to be
whatever you say, my darling,

and whatever it takes to find
the mysterious woman in brown.

Mark my words, she's
the key to this murder.

Hello, Albert, we're off.

What on earth
are you waiting for?

I'm just wondering
about Doris Evans.

[Tuppence] Doris Evans?

Yes, she's short, fair

and nothing like
the woman in brown.

What on earth has Doris
Evans got to do with it?

Everything, it seems.

The police have charged
her with a murder.

Oh, dear.

As you say, oh, dear.

But there's one
thing I'm sure of.

Absolutely convinced.

What's that?

That you won't finish packing

in anything like half an hour.

Tommy,

are you sure this is
right for sunningdale?

- Positive.
- Only, according to the map-

oh, don't worry.

It's my own way.

Nice to drive, less traffic.

Always used it in the old days.

Old days?

Before we met.

Often used to come
down here to play.

- Poor Tommy.
- Why poor?

Have I caused you to
give up lots of things?

Nothing that I miss.

[Tuppence] Truly?

Truly.

You'd say, you would.

You know I would.

Besides, think of all
the lovely things that I've

gained.

[Cheerful music]

Now, what do we know
about Doris Evans?

Not much, except that she's
been charged with murder.

She denies it, of course,

but she's been
committed for trial.

On what evidence?

Circumstantial,
but pretty damning.

You see, when sessle's
body was examined,

they found a strand of fair
hair caught in his fingers.

Twisted around one of
the buttons of his coat

were a few threads
of flame-colored wool.

It wasn't much to go on,

but the police were pretty
thorough in their search.

Diligent inquiries led
them to the railway station.

[Train roars]

[Ominous music]

A young, fair-haired girl in a
flame-colored coat and skirt

had arrived on the
afternoon of the murder.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me
where I can find

captain Anthony sessle's house?

Captain sessle's?

Yes, miss.

It's about half a mile down
the road, a cottage on the left.

Lays back a bit.

You can't miss it.

Thank you.

[Tommy] But two hours later,

the girl appeared
at the station again.

Her hat was awry, and
her hair badly tousled.

She seemed in a
state of great agitation.

She kept looking
over her shoulder

as if she was afraid of
something, or someone.

Please.

How soon is the next
train back to town?

[Tommy] With this
slender evidence to go on,

they managed to track her down.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, madam.

Evening.

We'd like your nicest
accomodation, please.

With a beautiful
view, if that's possible.

I think we can do you, madam.

Ah, yes, what luck,

the jolly huntsman suite
just happens to be available.

Jolly huntsman, eh?

How appropriate.

View halloo!

[Laughing]

If you wouldn't
mind signing, sir.

Certainly.

By the way, are we being
blunt or beresford today?

I have no idea.

What do you think?

I don't know.

You choose.

Oh, no, you.

Tricky.

Yes.

How about both?

Good idea.

There we are.

Mr. and Mrs. Beresford-blunt.

Perfect.

Would you have some
tea sent up, please?

Certainly, Mrs...

Yes, madam.

At once.

Thank you.

Just right.

Oh, I am glad we came
here, you are clever, Tommy.

Only doing my bit.

How's the view?

Stunning.

Absolutely stunning.

[Laughing]

- Darling?
- Mm.

What was Doris Evans' story?

Ah.

You really want to hear it?

[Tuppence] Of course.

I mean, now?

Well, how else am I going
to get a feel for the case?

But won't it wait?

Oh, please?

Oh.

Well, all right.

Doris has always stuck
to her original statement.

Yes?

Even under the closest
questioning, it's never varied.

Mm?

Tuppence, are you listening?

Of course.

Got it.

Well, go on.

You talk, I'll unpack.

But that'll take ages.

Not if you stick to the point.

[Tommy chuckles]

All right.

Well, concentrate, tuppence,

because I'm only
going to say this once.

Quite right.

Now, Doris Evans is young,
unmarried and rather pretty.

A good time girl?

Oh, no, far from it, she's
a typist by profession.

Oh, very respectable.

Quite so.

Which makes what happened
all the more inexplicable.

One evening about a month
ago, she went to the cinema.

[Tuppence] By herself?

[Tommy] Yes.

What was the film?

- I don't know.
- Pity.

- Is it relevant?
- Might've been.

Well, whatever the film
was, she went to the flicks.

[Dramatic music]

Oh.

Thank you.

Not at all.

Would you like one?

I beg your pardon?

They didn't fall out.

Oh.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

[Tommy] And that was all.

Until the programme had ended.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Horrid, isn't it?
- Yes.

Might I offer you
any assistance?

Not unless you can
make it stop. [Laughs]

I am afraid that's beyond me.

However...

Which direction are you going?

That way.

So am I.

Well, the least I can do is

to prevent you from
getting drowned.

I should probably
catch my death.

[Laughing]

My name is sessle,
Anthony sessle.

I'm Doris Evans.

How do you do?

Hello.

Well.

[Laughs]

- Miss Evans.
- Thank you.

[Tommy] He seemed
a perfect gentleman,

so when he suggested
a visit to a tea shop

before catching her bus,
Doris was happy to agree.

He told her he had a
cottage at sunningdale.

When Doris asked
if he was married,

he said, no, he was a widower.

She liked him.

He was charming, his
manners were impeccable.

He suggested they meet again.

Doris didn't
hesitate to say yes.

So, it was arranged
that she should

come down to sunningdale
on her next afternoon off.

Doris was excited and flattered.

She had always liked older men.

So, the following
Wednesday, Doris duly arrived.

[Peaceful music]

She soon found it.

[Knocking]

But the visit turned out

quite differently from
what she'd expected.

Hello.

Oh, it's you.

Weren't you expecting me?

[Laughs] Yes, of course.

You'd better come in.

Are you hungry?

Yes.

Well, let's eat.

Is anything wrong?

- Oh, nothing, I...
- What?

Is there somewhere
I could put my coat?

Oh. [Chuckles]

Anywhere will do.

[Doris] Thank you.

Please, sit down.

It's a bit remote here.

Yes.

[Sessle] It's the
servants' day off.

Oh.

So, we are quite alone.

[Metallic rasping]

Are you partial to ham?

Sometimes.

Good.

Very good.

Must've been quite
a shock for her.

- So she said.
- Not a bit

what she'd imagined.

Poor Doris.

And fancy him pretending
not to be married.

Then what?

Sessle continued
to behave oddly,

so much so that Doris began
to wish she'd never come.

Well, I'm not surprised.

But what caused her
to appear at the station

in that terrible state?

That came later.

- Don't rush me.
- Sorry.

I'm trying to tell the story

as Doris insists
that it happened.

And you're doing it wonderfully.

Thank you.

Anyway, they finished the meal

and afterwards, sessle
suggested they go for a walk.

Tuppence?

In here.

What on earth are you doing?

[Tuppence] Arranging my things.

Need a hand?

[Tuppence] Course not.

Do you think I'm a baby?

Well, go on.

Are you sure you can hear me?

[Tuppence] What?

Oh, look, I'm not deaf.

Look, darling-

[tuppence] You stay where
you are and keep talking,

I'm taking in every word.

Now then, captain sessle
suggested they went for a walk.

Hm?

They left the cottage and
took the path at the back.

It leads directly
to the golf course.

Sessle had lapsed into silence.

He strode ahead quickly.

Doris found it hard to keep up.

As they were coming
down the footpath

leading to the 17th tee.

This is it.

We go no farther.

I don't understand.

It's the end.

What are you talking about?

They'll get me.

They're bound to get me.

I was a fool to think otherwise.

What's the point in
trying to hide anymore?

Stop it.

I'm ruined, do you hear?

I'm done for.

No point in going on.

- I can't go any longer.
- Stop it!

You're frightening me!

[Doris whimpers]

Though I shan't go alone.

Never alone.

You shall go with me.

They'll get me, all right.

Oh, yes, they'll get me.

- [Frightening music]
- I've cheated them so far.

I'll cheat them last of all.

One bullet for you,
a second for me.

[Doris screams]

All they'll find is our
bodies side by side in death.

[Doris screams]

That is the story
Doris Evans tells,

and from which she
has never once varied.

She strenuously denies
ever having struck at him

with a hatpin in self defence.

Although given
the circumstances,

it would have been a natural
enough thing to do, I suppose.

Anyway, there for
the moment it rests.

What about the gun?

I beg your pardon?

I said, what about the gun?

According to the story,
sessle waved a gun at her.

Yes.

Yes, a gun was
found the next day

lying in some bushes
next to the body.

It had not been fired.

I see, so that would support
Doris' story, wouldn't it?

Possibly.

Although if we believe her,

and you have to
admit, it is a pretty big if,

who was it killed
captain sessle?

Was it the other woman,

the woman in brown whose
appearance so upset him?

Well, so far, no one's explained

her connection with the case.

Quite right.

Who was she?

Was she a local resident, or
did she come from London?

If so, did she come
by car or by train?

Ooh.

[Tommy] What's the matter?

I was just thinking,

if she came down by car,
she might've stayed here.

[Tommy] Oh,
that's hardly likely.

No, I don't suppose so, but
it's a horrid thought, though.

Mm.

One thing is certain.

She couldn't have
been Doris Evans,

because Doris is short and fair

and was only just
arriving at the station.

The wife?

Sessle's wife?

Mrs. Sessle's a short woman too.

Besides, hollaby knew
her well, remember?

He'd have recognised her

the moment she
appeared on the course.

Although, one further piece
of evidence has come to light.

The porcupine assurance company,

hollaby and sessle's business,

it's in liquidation.

The accounts
reveal that for years,

there has been the most
daring misappropriation of funds.

Embezzlement?

Precisely.

Neither hollaby nor his son
had any idea what was going on.

[Tuppence] His son?

Yes, hollaby's son
is in the business too.

Now, apparently,
they're practically ruined.

I see, so the case
stands like this.

Captain sessle was on the
verge of discovery and ruined.

Suicide would seem
a natural way out.

A man doesn't stab
himself with a hatpin.

I know, that's
what's so baffling.

I keep coming back
to the woman in brown.

Do you think she killed him?

I don't know.

One thing I'm certain
of, she didn't do it.

Doris Evans?

What makes you so sure?

Well, look at her,
she's got bobbed hair.

Only one woman in 20
uses hatpins nowadays,

long hair or short.

Hats fit tight, they pull
on, hadn't you noticed?

Perhaps she had one by her.

My dear boy, we don't
keep them as heirlooms.

What on earth would
she have brought a hatpin

down to sunningdale for?

[Laughing]

No, you're right.

It isn't logical.

It just doesn't fit.

Then it must have
been the other one.

The woman in brown.

I wish she hadn't been so tall,

then it could have
been the wife.

I always suspect wives
who were away at the time

and couldn't possibly have
had anything to do with it.

If she'd found her husband
carrying on with some girl,

it would have been
quite natural for her

to go for him with a hatpin.

I shall have to
be careful, I see.

[Laughs] Just, just a joke.

[Bell rings]

Good heavens.

I've completely
forgotten something.

[Tuppence] What's that?

Well, it's all hours and
we haven't eaten yet.

You must be starving.

- Tommy.
- Mm?

Would you mind terribly if,

just this once, we
missed dinner tonight?

Oh, I suppose I
could try and bear it.

Only, I don't seem to
have much of an appetite.

No.

Now you come to
mention it, neither do I.

On the other hand, I don't
feel particularly sleepy.

I don't either.

Tricky.

Let's try and
think of something.

Let's.

[Peaceful music]

- Tommy.
- Mm?

What sort of man was
captain sessle really?

Have we any idea?

Highly respectable, outwardly.

Pillar of the community,
all that sort of thing.

That's what makes it so odd.

Murder's an odd business.

No, I don't mean the murder,
anyone's capable of that.

Even you and I.

No, I mean the stuff
with Doris Evans.

That's what puzzles me.

Picking her up like
that, why should he do it?

Why should she do it?

Perhaps he led a secret life.

The original whited sepulchre.

No, I don't think so.

I wonder what the
sessles were really like.

What do people say about them?

As far as I can make out,
they were very popular.

Local committees, good works.

Were they happy?

Supposedly devoted
to each other.

He's an ex-soldier, you know.

Good regiment.

Came into a fair bit of
money and retired early.

They came down
here and he went into

this insurance business
with the hollabys.

The porcupine assurance company.

[Tommy] Mm.

He was the last man
in the world, apparently,

whom anyone would have
suspected of being an embezzler.

Like you said,
it just doesn't fit.

Come on, Bess.

Come on.

[Horse whinnies]

- Not hungry, darling?
- Hm.

Well, tuck in.

Is it absolutely certain
sessle was the crook?

Who else could have
embezzled the money?

Why, the hollabys.

But they say they're ruined.

Oh, they say.

Perhaps they've hidden
it all away in a bank

under some other name.

- Oh, tuppence, really.
- Well, somewhere anyway.

Look, suppose they've been
speculating with the money

all the time and
sessle didn't know.

Suppose they lost it all.

- What?
- Well, it happens.

It would have been
jolly convenient for them

that sessle died when he did.

So, you're accusing this
respectable gentlemen

of murdering his close
friend and business partner?

Why not?

Because, my darling
wife, you seem to forget

that sessle parted from hollaby

in full view of
barnard and lecky.

And then hollaby spent
the rest of the evening

entertaining friends at home.

Bother.

Hm, bother indeed.

Anyway, there's the hatpin.

Oh, nuts to the hatpin.

You seem to think the
hatpin points quite inevitably

to the crime being
committed by a woman.

- Doesn't it?
- No!

You men are impossible, you
are notoriously old-fashioned,

simply no imagination.

- Oh, I say.
- It takes ages to rid you

of silly preconceived ideas.

- For example?
- For example,

hatpins and hairpins, being
associated with the female sex,

are always called
women's weapons.

Well, it seems
quite logical to me.

But so unimaginative.

Why, I haven't used
a hatpin or a hairpin

for the last four years.

No.

No, that's true.

Then you think-

it was a man that killed sessle.

The hatpin was used to make
it seem like a woman's crime.

Tommy, you're a golfer.

You know the sunningdale course.

You've been there lots of times.

Well, not as a detective
searching for clues,

but as an ordinary
member playing a...

Playing a...

Round.

Tuppence, are you saying...

You know what's liable
to put a man off his game.

Darling, aren't you going
to finish your breakfast?

Oh.

No, I haven't got time.

[Whistling]

Good morning.

[Boy] Morning, sir.

Would you put these
in the car, please?

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Sorry I kept you.

Oh, don't worry.

It was worth it.

I suppose I ought to
have a set of clubs.

No one will notice.

[Peaceful music]

Let's get the sequence right.

We're barnard and lecky
playing up towards the 16th green.

Hollaby and sessle are up there.

Can clearly make out
sessle's bright blue golf jacket.

Now,

what exactly do we see?

[Mysterious music]

Suddenly, as sessle
approached the 17th tee,

she was very tall
and dressed in brown.

Something's wrong.

Why didn't they see her before?

Who, barnard and lecky?

She hadn't crossed over
from the ladies course,

they'd have noticed.

And it's strange they didn't
see her on the footpath before.

Wait a minute.

Come on.

[Ominous music]

Tommy.

I thought so.

Very good.

I don't understand.

Don't you see?

This hut's out of
sight of the course.

Anyone could wait here
until the right moment came,

and then appear just as she did.

Yes.

Perfect.

What for?

For someone to
change their appearance.

Tell me, would
it be very difficult

for a man to look like a woman,

and then change back
to being a man again?

Well, it depends.

It would only need to
look real from a distance.

I can see it, tuppence.

I think I know how it was done.

A minute and a
half of the outside.

Quickly.

[Fast-paced music]

That's what hollaby saw.

Not a woman in brown, but
a man dressed as a woman.

That's why she was so tall.

She and sessle went
off, they disappeared

and that's when it happened.

The murder?

You could leave
a body over there

and it'd be pretty certain
to lie hidden 'til morning.

But surely someone
would have heard?

Heard what?

Death must have
been instantaneous.

I've seen men like
that die in the war.

They don't cry or call out.

Just a gurgle or a moan.

[Coughs]

Or a funny little cough.

[Tuppence moans]

Imagine it.

Sessle goes up to the 17th tee.

The woman appears.

[Ominous music]

Shan't be a minute.

Look here, just
what's all this about?

I'm not going to-

[sessle groans]

The murderer then takes
the blue jacket off the body

and returns to the hut
to get rid of the disguise.

From this point on,
barnard and lecky

never see sessle's face,

only the blue jacket
they know so well.

They never doubt
that it's sessle,

but he doesn't play
sessle's brand of golf.

They all say he played
like a different man.

Well, of course he did,
he was a different man.

It wasn't sessle who picked
Doris Evans up at the cinema

and invited her down here.

It wasn't sessle who
brought her onto the course

and scared the life out of her.

It was a man calling
himself sessle.

Doris Evans wasn't
arrested until a fortnight later.

She never saw the body.

If she had, she'd have

immediately destroyed
a carefully laid plot.

It was all a blind.

The strands of fair hair

and the threads from
her coat, remember?

She was lured down
here deliberately

and cunningly framed.

Of course.

[Doris screams]

[Ominous music]

It must've been after
Doris had ran off.

The murderer
returned to the hut,

took off the blue jacket,
retrieved the disguise,

and went to put the blue jacket
back on sessle's dead body.

Wait a minute.

There's something wrong.

What's that?

Hollaby.

[Tommy] Hollaby?

Now, I'll admit that
barnard and lecky

couldn't see if it
was sessle or not,

but you're not going
to tell me that hollaby,

the man playing with
him, couldn't see his face.

My dear old thing,
that's the whole point.

Hollaby knew, you
guessed it yourself.

And if we're right,

hollaby and his son
were the real embezzlers

and they'd worked out
the whole plot together.

[Ominous music]

The woman in brown
was hollaby junior,

who then returned to the
course as captain sessle.

Are you all right?

Yes, of course.

We'd best get on.

[Sighs]

Damn.

So, when he left his father,

he went straight to the
cottage to lie in wait for Doris.

So, hollaby's son
was the murderer.

Yes.

He's about the same age as
sessle, and the same height.

He knew the cottage
would be empty,

and was in a perfect position

to get an impression of the key.

He never appeared
at the inquest, either.

Why should he?

Nobody thought to inquire

where hollaby's son
was that fatal afternoon,

or what he was up to.

So, Doris Evans actually met

hollaby junior
pretending to be sessle.

And if she'd seen his
photograph in the newspaper,

well, the quality's so poor,

there's no chance
of recognising him.

Exactly.

At last, it all fits.

First stop, Scotland yard,

and make sure that
blunt's brilliant detectives

get the credit they deserve.

Then home for a meal
and a quiet evening alone.

Don't you agree?

Yes.

Oh, tuppence.

Not another evening
at a nightclub,

or some boring old play.

No.

What, then?

I just wondered if
we might stop off,

on our way home, that is...

Yes?

At that dear little place in
south molton street I found.

You don't mind, do you?

Mind?

You deserve it.

[Laughing]

Oh, darling. [Laughs]

[Laughing]

[Cheerful music]

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