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Good luck, Miss Revelle.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the moment you´ve all been
waiting for --

may I present

Britain´s most gifted psychic
medium, Miss Faith Revelle.

Good evening.

Now, remember, we´re all friends
here tonight.

So there´s nothing to fear.

Now, you and I know that
no one is ever truly lost --

simply hidden from view.

Everything all right,
Mr. Crabbe?

"Is it worth it?", I ask myself.

I think so.

The finest breast
of Aylesbury duckling...

served with
a delicately balanced puree

of apples, sage, and onion --

Yes.

Accompanied by
galette of potatoes.

And that philistine on table 1
asked for mustard.

Well, at least
he chose English mustard.

It´s no comfort, John.

Henry?

He´s in the chicken house.
He´ll be out in a minute.

Table 1?

Afraid so.

Sometimes I think he talks
to those chickens

more than he talks to me.

Cheaper than therapy,
Miss Crabbe.

Not when you consider
the heating and lighting --

not to mention, the food.

And are those chickens grateful?
No, they´re not.

Productivity´s down again.

Maybe that´s
the problem -- no incentives.

And what
do you suggest?

Well, that music,
for a start.

I mean, you wouldn´t get

the Japs playing Elgar
in their factories.

It´s -- well, it´s too soothing.

Those birds are so mellow,
they´re positively horizontal.

Hardly a good position
for laying.

You want my advice?

Change your music.

To what?

Modern jazz?

Pfft! Heavy metal.

No, a birdy song.

I was only joking, right?

Well, it was in extremely
poor taste.

Thank you.

Good night.

There´s been another letter.

"You tread

"on sacred paths.

Remember no man shall see me
and live."

They´re getting worse.

It´s getting out of hand.

We need to talk to an expert.

I´ll catch you up.
Couldn´t it wait?

It´s a matter
of life and death.

Don´t think we´re not grateful

for Miss Revelle´s contribution
last time.

And I´m sure if we ever need
her help in the future --

It´s Faith who needs
your help.

In what way?

She´s playing
the Middleton Theatre.

She´s been receiving
threatening letters.

Any idea who sent them?

None.

Thought Miss Revelle
was psychic?

I´m sure the boys at the station
will take it very seriously.

Faith wants you
to handle it.

She knows you.

I rarely involve myself
in individual cases these days.

What is it the press call it --
"the need to know" factor?

And if anything

were to happen
to Miss Revelle --

Is, uh...is that some sort
of a threat?

Faith is the guardian of a very
special gift, Mr. Fisher.

I don´t have to tell you that.

The possibilities
are endless.

Let the soup markets fight over
nighttime Cornflake eaters.

I´m thinking of cultivating
wild mushrooms.

Cultivating
wild mushrooms, Henderson,

is a contradiction in terms.

Mind you -- so´s the free market
economy.

Mr. Fisher
to see you, Chef.

What day is it?

Thursday.

Oh.

That´s what I thought.

It´s Thursday, sir.

Shouldn´t you be pushing
a golf trolley somewhere?

You pull
a golf trolley, Crabbe.

Oh.

Have you heard of Faith Revelle?

No, I can´t say I have, sir.

Psychic medium -- she´s got
a show down at the theatre.

She´s been receiving these.

Obviously, the work
is some religious crank.

Not, uh, not life-threatening,
would you say?

Well, I´m not a psychic, sir.

Miss Revelle

claims to have no idea
who sent them.

Her psychic powers
are not programmed

to deal with hate mail,
apparently.

Well, if you could be brief,
sir, I´m needed in the kitchen.

What is the dish of the day?

Boiled pig´s head, sir.

You were saying?

About three years ago,
a local G.P., Dr. Madden,

was assaulted on a night call

by a couple of junkies after
drugs -- dreadful business.

And what´s that got to
do with Faith Revelle, sir?

It was information supplied
by Miss Revelle

that led to the arrest
of the assailants.

Ah, law

Not exactly.

Not exactly, sir?

Miss Revelle came by
this information

from a rather dubious source.

She had a vision, Crabbe.

Psychic vision.

Right.

Crabbe.

Sir, I´m trying to run
a restaurant.

Steve, would you please
find something

for the Assistant Chief
Constable to whip --

that seems to be his forte.

Crabbe?

Look, sir, it´s either here
or nowhere.

Now, a vision --
you were saying?

Well, naturally, when Revelle
first turned up at the nick,

I dismissed her --
she was some sort of nutter.

And you were desperate
for a result?

Of course, I insisted
on a press embargo.

What, she agreed
to that?

At the time.

At the time, yeah.
Uh, yes. And now?

Her manager, Jim Shane,

wants me to handle
Miss Revelle´s

present difficulties personally.

Or else he´ll go to the press?

Yes, well, you can just see what
the tabloids will make of that.

Senior police officer

consults psychic medium.

Mind you -- it didn´t do
Ronald Reagan any harm.

Crabbe, a woman´s life
is being threatened.

Oh, come on, sir.

You don´t seriously expect me
to abandon my kitchen

to babysit some second-rate
fork bender, do you?

Cambridge
will pick you up at 2:00.

What exactly have I been making?

Gooseberry fool, sir.

Afternoon.

I have a room booked.
The name´s Cambridge.

Uh, room 5,
next to your friend,

Miss Revelle, as requested.
If you´d like to sign there.

Hardly an auspicious start.

Well, the letters
are coming to the theatre --

not the easiest of places
to keep secrets.

Hmm.

Now, when you´ve got yourself
settled in,

phone the local newspaper
and try and find out

who talked about
those letters, okay?

Meanwhile, I´ll introduce myself
to Miss Revelle.

Inspector Crabbe.

Yes?

Mr. Fisher told me
to expect you.

Come in.

Thank you.

You know,
your threatening letters

have made headlines
in the local papers?

Yes.

It won´t make things
worse, will it?

Well, not to our potential
assailant, no.

It may make him more cautious.

Hmm. I see.

Uh, have you mentioned these
letters to a reporter?

I beg your pardon?

Well, it´s in all our interests
if the press were not involved.

Uh, and now I´ve got to ask you

a rather obvious and boring
question, I´m afraid.

Yes. No.

Inspector, I have no idea
who should wish to harm me.

Any recent disagreements?

Not that I´m aware of.

Although, people
who are contacted

don´t necessarily hear
from my lips

what they would like to hear.

Well, if anyone springs
to mind...

If only they would.

I can tell you, Inspector,
I find this entire business

extremely unnerving.

I´m sure.

Look, uh, why not cancel
the whole of the week?

I couldn´t possibly do that --
Too many people depending on me.

What, employees or customers?

Both, Inspector.

Oh.

How long have you been
a medium?

Well, I was a librarian
´til two years ago.

I gather from Mr. Fisher

that you run a restaurant
in your spare time.

And he highly recommended
the steak and kidney pie.

I think I should try it
one night.

Please do.

I must be going.

Detective Sergeant Cambridge
is just opposite.

She´ll be keeping
an eye out for you.

If you do want to leave
the hotel, please let her know?

Have they got

the builders in next door?

I don´t think so.

Oh.

What´s this?

Late lunch.

I thought I might
take you out tonight.

Out?
What about the restaurant?

Steve reckons he can cope and
John says he´ll do the bills.

Where are we going?

A show.

You are taking me
to the theatre.

Henry, this is wonderful.

What are we going to see?

Henry...

Put your trust in Faith.
It´s quite biblical, really.

Well, you know Freddy Fisher,
he´d consult a sheep´s entrails

if he thought
it would further his career.

But a medium?

She did get a result,
Margaret -- God knows how.

Look, I´ve got to go backstage
and see Cambridge.

I´ll meet you inside, all right?

All right.

I won´t be long.

Everything all right?

So far, sir.

Do we know who´s, uh,
told the newspaper?

No, whoever rang the
reporter wouldn´t leave a name.

Was it a man
or a woman?

Couldn´t tell, sir.

Great.
So what´s the situation here?

I´ve had a word
with the stage doorkeeper.

No one´s ever seen the letters
being delivered.

Is it worth putting someone
on surveillance?

Waste of manpower, sir. Letters
never arrive at the same time.

if she won´t cancel,
we´ll have to have

a couple officers
out there.

I have tried, but Miss Revelle

seems to think the audience
might sense them --

put the punters off.

Not "punters," Cambridge --

they´re her public.

Which tonight,

thanks to Mr. Fisher,
includes me.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment you´ve all been
waiting for --

may I present Britain´s most
gifted psychic medium --

Well, I didn´t think
you´d want one.

Miss Faith Revelle.

Good evening.

Now we are cooking!

Table 3 are waiting
for their vegetables.

Your mother seems
quite distressed.

Is that possible?

Something to do with money?

Isn´t it always?

She seems quite unhappy.

Why would that be?

Don´t know.

She says that´s not true.

Is it ´cause of there
being no will?

She said she always meant
to make one.

She says you always knew that.

It´s basic police
interviewing technique.

I told Marjorie mother
wouldn´t like it.

Like what?

Us not giving the rest
of the family anything.

Your mother wants you
to put things right.

Prompting, echoing questions --
Any training P.C. could do this.

Shh!

She says...

that money was meant
for all of you.

Trust us --

once you´ve shared the money,
the pain will go.

Well, I think
she was terrific.

What?!

There are 200 seats
in that theatre.

That´s 200 people
at £10 a time -- £2,000,

plus all the extra sale.

The show costs peanuts
to put on.

You´ve got the rental
of the theatre,

the rest is pure profit.

Miss Revelle´s big business.

Margaret, she´s
exploiting innocent

and vulnerable people.

Well, I didn´t
see anyone

dragged kicking and screaming
onto that stage, Henry.

Not everyone´s quite
as self-contained as you are.

Oh, come in, Mr. Crabbe.

Hello?

Hello.

Miss Revelle, I´d like you
to meet my wife, Margaret.

- Oh. Hello.
- Great show.

Thank you.

There´s been
another letter, sir.

"Beware of false prophets,

"which come to you

in sheep´s clothing."

- Anyone see this arrive?
- No.

Perhaps tomorrow, we can think
again about a list

of possible suspects?

Why don´t you take Miss Revelle
out on a picnic?

She doesn´t want to spend
all her time

cooped up in that hotel.

Oh, Margaret, I don´t think
Miss Revelle --

No, really.
That would be lovely.

If it´s no trouble?

No, we insist.

After all, you got us tickets
for tonight´s show.

It´s the least Henry can do.

Thought you didn´t want
to go on this picnic?

I still don´t,

but I intend to enjoy the food
when I get there.

Ugh, sweet is revenge --
especially to women.

Well, Margaret, anyway.

I think she thought I was
going to take her to something

Sir Simon Rattle-ish.

Two dozen.
Can you believe it?

Productivity´s soaring.

Eh?

Darling, you´re not still
sulking, are you?

If the conversation flags,

get her to tell you
your fortune.

I wanted to go and see
Henderson today.

Well, take Miss Revelle
with you.

Certainly not.

He´ll want to talk about
potato futures.

There isn´t anyone trying
to get through, is there?

Don´t worry, Inspector.
I´ve taken the day off.

I´m having my calls rerouted.

Is there someone
you want to talk to?

Why? Is there someone
who wants to talk to me?

Is this
some kind of test?

I don´t do party tricks,
Inspector.

Besides, graveyards
aren´t very good places

for picking up message --
too many crossed lines.

Hmm.

When did you decide
to become a medium?

It isn´t something
you choose.

I just am.

But, uh, have you
always known

you´ve had these, uh, powers?

In a way.

I think for a long time,
I tried to ignore them.

Well, that´s
understandable.

Hmm, you´re very cynical.

What would you do if you heard
voices in your head?

I´m not sure.

Go to the doctor...
be labeled a schizophrenic?

Well, mercifully, I´ve
never had the problem.

Tell me, what did you see
on stage last night?

Some ridiculous female spouting
Christmas cracker philosophy?

Is that what you believe?

I asked you.
Is that what you saw?

Yes.

"Look not upon the wine
when it is red" -- Proverbs.

Just a glance, surely.

Oh, please.

You know your Bible well.

My parents
were very strict.

Does the responsibility

for what you do frighten you?

I merely decipher.

Well, yes, but anyone
can receive information --

it´s how you interpret it
that counts.

Tell me about the Madden case?

You must know?

Dr. Madden was
viciously attacked.

No, no, no --
your part in it?

Oh.

One night, I saw two faces.

- Where?
- In my mind.

Had you ever seen them before?

In the library the day after
the attack,

´cause I was still
working there then.

These boys -- whereabouts
in the library were they?

The Reference section, I think.

Looking at medical books?

Consulting the pharmacopeia?

No.

Checking to see what drugs
they´d nicked?

No.

I´m trying to find a rational
explanation, you see.

You must have had a hard time

persuading Mr. Fisher
to take you seriously?

No, not really.

He simply insisted that
I didn´t tell the press.

Would have been
wonderful publicity.

A man lay in hospital.

What sort of person
do you think I am?

I don´t believe it.
It´s doing it again.

What?

Separate --

My hollandaise sauce
never separates.

Try it with a drop
of cold water.

That usually does the trick.

Go on.

Nah, nah, there´s something
wrong with the eggs

or the butter,
or something like that.

I don´t know.

Oh, get it together,
you poxy sauce!

We´re all friends here.
There´s nothing to fear.

You and I know that no one
is ever truly lost.

There´s been another letter,
sir.

Anybody see it
delivered?

No.

But Shane says he found it
when he came in this afternoon.

"The wages
of sin is death.

You have been warned."

Well, that´s interesting.

Sir?

Most people misquote this as,
"The wages of sin are death."

Obviously, this is written by

someone who´s well-read
or religious,

or both.

No news as yet, I´m afraid.

I´ll let you know as soon
as I hear anything.

Yes...I know you will.

You know, you and Jim Shane

seem an unlikely partnership.

Well, it was all due to Jim
I turned professional.

Oh, how´s that?

Well...I helped
a few people locally.

Word got about,
and Jim came to see me.

What, to contact someone?

Initially.

And then he signed you up
right away?

Oh, Jim´s always
believed in me.

And now, thank goodness,

it´s paying off.

♫ You make me holler... ♫♫

Six more since
this morning.

It´s a miracle.

Hello, Pie in the Sky?

Oh, right.

Um, sorry.

Okay, bye.

There´s been a complaint.

We´re going to have
to keep the noise down.

What noise?

I´d be careful, if I were you.

Remember what it´s doing
to the chickens?

Well...

boxers, comics,
psychic medium --

bit of a mixed stable?

What do you want, Crabbe?

Do you believe Faith Revelle
has psychic powers?

It doesn´t matter
what I believe.

No, no, no, no,

but, uh, do you?

Inspector...I make my money

between the client
and the punter.

Faith makes hers between
the living and the dead.

We´re just middlemen.

Same as you.

Yes.

Now...three years ago,

when Faith helped solve
the Madden case,

she decided not to talk
to the press.

Did you agree with that?

No.

So, why did you
go along with it?

Faith would have left me.

She´d given her word.

And she is one of your more
successful clients.

On the whole.

Bookings are down
at next week´s venue.

But, uh, like I told Faith --

it´s a temporary blip,
it´s nothing personal.

In your book, is any publicity
good publicity?

Yeah.

And would that extend so far as
sending her threatening letters

and informing the local paper?

Crabbe, if I were organizing
a publicity stunt,

it would involve
the national tabloids,

and very large checks.

Ah, it´s humiliating.

Oh come on, Steve,
it can happen to anybody.

What if you´re missing
something obvious

because you´re so frustrated
with yourself?

It might not be
the batter at all.

What if it´s
the wrong sort of fat?

I only ever use beef dripping.

"Accept no substitutes," you
said, and you´re right, Chef.

Well, what if it´s the heat?

Have you got it
to the right temperature?

Yeah, I wait until I see
a faint blue haze,

and then I stick
the batter in it.

Yeah, and the cooking time?

Top shelf, 20 minutes.

Hmm, good, good.
Well, that´s fair enough.

Ah, but whatever you do,
don´t open the oven doors

for 10 minutes
after you put it in.

Otherwise, the batter
will just drop.

Yeah, I know that, Chef.
I never do that.

I´ll just heat this pizza up.

Thanks.

If, on the other hand --
owing to circumstances

entirely beyond
your own control --

the door is opened,

then just call them
batter puddings,

and serve them
with a thick onion gravy.

Mr. Fisher to see you, sir.

Ah, did he want to see a menu?

No.

Perfect.

Just perfect.

Yes, sir.

I´ve had Jim Shane on the phone
using words like, "harassment."

He said you accused him
of sending the letters.

That´s not true, sir.
I was just prodding, that´s all.

This is
a very delicate matter.

So I see, sir.

Let Shane alone!

Sir, Jim Shane has absolutely
no intention whatsoever

of going public
with this Madden case story,

if that´s what´s bothering you.

Just get Revelle
through the week

without a major incident,
will you?

Aren´t we getting all of this
a little out of proportion, sir?

Other police officers
have admitted

they have dealings
with mediums.

I am not other police officers.

I´m Assistant Chief Constable
of a modern force.

I use computers,
criminal psychologists --

I don´t consult Gypsy Rose Lee

went I can´t crack a case.
Is that clear?!

Yes, sir. Crystal.

Good evening.

I haven´t seen anything, but our
usual crowd of cranks.

- How about you?
- No, sir.

Remember,
we´re all friends here.

There´s nothing to fear.

There´s a young kid getting up.

Male, 18 or 19.

No one´s ever truly
lost -- simply hidden from view.

And tonight, we´re going
to reach out,

and draw back that curtain.

If you´re so bloody good,

there´s someone I want
to speak to.

What?

I said there´s someone
I want to speak to.

What? I -- I can´t just --

I need to speak to someone.

I can´t guarantee anything.

I´ll risk it.

All right.

I´ll try.

Now...what´s your name?

Jez Leigh.

And who would you like
to come forward, Jez?

Sally.

Sally...your girlfriend?

Has she been gone
a long time, Jez?

Yeah.

Jez...Sally.

She´s here.

She´s here. She´s with us.
Sally -- she´s with us.

Where?

She´s coming
through now. She´s...happy.

She -- she wants you to know
that she´s happy.

Ask her.
Ask her why she did it?

Calm down, Jez.

It´s all right for her.
I said, it´s all right for you.

What about me, eh, you´ve
landed me right in it.

You know that, it´s a mess --
a bloody mess.

What am I supposed to do?

Ask her.

Go on, ask the stupid bitch.

Jez, we´ll lose her!

Wait for my signal.

You -- you said you loved her.

That was before.

Sally´s saying she loves you.

Jez, why are you doing this?
You´re spoiling everything.

She´s the one that wrecked it.

How can she rest
knowing you´re so upset?

She can´t bear
to see you like this.

She shouldn´t have died.

She did. Forgive yourself.
It wasn´t your fault.

What?

Don´t you understand?
It wasn´t your fault.

She wouldn´t say that.

It´s all lies!
Do you hear?!

It´s got nothing to do with you!
Nothing!

You shut it!
Shut it! You know nothing!

You know nothing! Nothing!

You hear me?! Nothing!

Are you all right?

Yes, I´m fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Thank you.

What should I tell
the audience?

The show´s over.

No. Just give me a minute.
Ask them to be patient.

Maybe if I offer them tickets
for another night?

I´ll be fine.

Have you ever seen
Jez Leigh before?

No, never.

Right.

She okay?

I´m Detective Inspector Crabbe.

This is
Detective Sergeant Cambridge.

We´ve been expecting you.

I didn´t write any letters.

Why did you come here
tonight?

To talk to Sally.

It was to attack
Miss Revelle, wasn´t it?

No.

What if we hadn´t have stopped
you -- you´d have killed her.

No, course not.
So I shouldn´t have pushed her,

but she wound me up.

Is that why you sent threatening
letters to the stage door?

What flaming letters?

How did she wind you up, Jez?

Over Sally.

What about
the power of prayer, Jez?

Eh?

"O death, where is thy sting?

O grave,
where is thy victory?"

Come again?

The presence of God, Jez --
the comfort of his words.

People like you make me sick.

People like what?

Okay, if God´s so bloody
marvelous, how come Sal´s dead?

You ever been
in trouble before, Jez?

Yeah. All right.

A couple of convictions
for dipping.

But that ticket tonight
was legit.

And not the wages of sin?

Well?

Leigh didn´t send
those letters.

You sure?

Positive.

Something´s troubling him,
but whatever it is,

it´s got nothing to do
with Miss Revelle.

What on earth
keeps disturbing them?

Urban fox
on the prowl, sir?

Oh, Cambridge!

Sir?

Hmm. Henry Crabbe´s
very own eggs Florentine.

Ah, Florence.

Now, there´s a city.

Have you ever been there?

No, always wanted to.
Maybe after the book launch.

Well, whatever else you do --
insist on a wild boar salami.

It´s wonderful.
Thank you, John.

Now, does Jim Shane

take a percentage
of your book sales?

Yes.
He negotiated the fee.

Ah, so, he could have sent
those letters?

Why on earth should he?

Well, publicity --

something to feed the hacks,

like the one who tipped off
the man at the local paper.

Oh, you think Jim
was responsible for that?

No.
Absolutely not.

No, I think you tipped them off.

Because you were worried

about the bookings being down
at your next theatre.

It was you that talked

to them, wasn´t it?

It was just business,
Mr. Crabbe.

We may as well get
something useful

out of those awful letters.

Is there anything else
you think I ought to know?

- Excuse me?
- Yeah?

Um, do you skate here
every day?

Of course.

Oh, yeah, what´s the going rate
for 60 seconds in?

Couple of quid.

A couple of quid?
That´s £120 an hour!

It´s a seller´s market.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Uh, now,

apart from the postman,
have you seen anybody

delivering letters
to the stage door here?

Why?

Uh -- I´ll ask the questions,
you do the answers.

Don´t tell me.
You do this for a living, right?

Jimmy´s your man.

Who, Jimmy?

Oscar´s Burger Bar.

Jimmy´s the one with the ring
through his nose.

Oscar´s Burger Bar.
Ring through his nose.

It will be there, okay?
Thank you.

I need some information, Jimmy.

I´m interested
in special deliveries

to the stage door
at the theatre this week.

Letters?

I don´t do anything

that ain´t legit.

No, it´s understood.

Yeah, I delivered
a couple.

Who for?

A woman.

Have you got
a description?

She was, uh, you know,
medium height, short hair.

Age?

Getting on a bit...
like the same as you.

Um, clothes?
Wedding rings?

Light mac.

Oh, yeah, and this, uh,
medallion thing.

Wh

Right.

Oh, Miss Revelle.

I need to see Inspector Crabbe
immediately.

She won´t say
what it´s about,

and she really
is in a terrible state.

- Is that so?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, thank God.
This case in the paper...

What case.

Um, the missing girl.
I know who´s responsible.

No, no, no. Stop, stop.
Miss Revelle.

You must just trust me,
Inspector.

You really are
a most remarkable woman.

Thank you.

Not content with sending
yourself threatening letters --

What?

now you want to trespass
on another family´s grief.

To be followed, I suppose,

by a press conference
at the gravesite.

I ought to do you
for wasting police time.

I don´t understand.

Look, if I find out
that you´ve approached

that dead girl´s family,

if you´ve pestered them
in any way,

I shall see that you face
serious charges.

Good day.

Another dozen.

A souffle then, Chef, eh?

- Whatever!
- Henry?

What?

Don´t take it out
on the rest of us.

I´m sorry.
Making bread usually helps.

I´m just so angry!

I´m angry with me,
I"m angry with her.

Even if I didn´t believe it,
you´d think she could.

I mean, even if she didn´t
believe it herself,

at least she´d be motivated
by a desire to help people.

So she lied about the letter?

Exactly. She lied.

Well, maybe she didn´t lie
about anything else?

Well, how would anybody know?

Henry, it´s a case.

Fisher asked you to solve it,
you solved it.

No.
I got it wrong, Margaret.

I thought she was one
of the good guys.

Pie in the Sky?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hang on.
It´s for you, Chef.

Will you take a message?
I´m busy.

Well, it´s Cambridge.
She said it´s important.

Uhh!

What do you want?

April Reynolds --

apprehended by
the stage doorkeeper,

10:40 A.M., delivering
an anonymous letter.

Addressed
to Miss Revelle?

Correct.

Did she send
the other letters?

- Yes.
- Did she say why?

Deeply religious,
apparently.

She considers disturbing
the dead

a punishable sin, at least...
before the day of judgement.

What have I done, Cambridge?

I´m afraid Miss Revelle´s
gone out.

Do you know where she´s gone?

No, sorry.

But she did ask to see
a telephone directory.

Mm-hmm...what was that paper
she was waving around?

Barstock Gazette, sir.

Thanks.

"Body identified
as Sally Davis."

Sally..."Sally loves you, Jez."

That´s it.
She´s going to see Jez Leigh.

You said yourself,

you didn´t think Leigh would
deliberately harm Miss Revelle.

The boy´s unstable.

Besides, that was before I had
him down as a possible murderer.

- Hello, Jez.
- Get out of here.

I know about Sally.

- I´ll break your foot.
- Please?

You´re messing about.

Don´t you think you ought
to listen to what I have to say?

29, 30, 31, 32, 35.
Here it is.

When´s that backup due?

Oh, about
five minutes.

Right,
I´ll go through the front,

you do round the back,
all right?

So what do you want?

I´m just here to help.
I want to talk to you.

I´m just here to help.

You can´t help me.

You all right?

- Mr. Crabbe?
- What are you doing here?

Look, you know you
wanted to talk to someone.

That´s why you go to
the theatre last night.

No, just wait a minute,
Mr. Crabbe.

Tell us.

Sally?

You can just tell us.

Sally Davis.

She´s very pretty -- Sally.

You must have had
a good time together.

Yeah.
She was wild.

Always larking about.

Why didn´t you tell
anyone she was your girlfriend?

I´ve got previous, right?

Her Dad would have
kicked up a storm.

Must have been exciting
meeting in secret?

Sally thought it was great.

When you said,
she loved larking about --

what do you mean?

Stood on the edge
of the quarry --

that sort of thing.

Gave me a buzz.

And what happened

on that last night?

Tell us.

It´s easier to talk.

She´d had a couple
of cans of...a smoke.

Nothing.

Only, she was there,

and she...

Go on.

I saw her panicking,
trying to get back...

screaming out.

And there were stones

rolling down -- big stones.

What did you do?

I waited.

What for?

For the tape to rewind,
you know?

Her back on the edge
giving me a buzz.

I thought...

"If I don´t move,
it´d be all right."

How long
did you stay there?

I don´t know.

But later --

you went down later?

Yeah.

And what about Sally?

Sally won´t mind

if you tell us.

Her neck was twisted
funny, and there was blood.

And, uh, her eyes kept staring.

Was she still alive, Jez?

I told her to stop
mucking about.

I kicked her.
But she died.

So, then you buried her?

I´ve got a record.

I knew what you´d think.

Nothing´s gone right since.

Stupid, crazy bitch.

- Morning.
- Morning, sir.

I like coming in person

to familiarize myself
with the scene.

It´s a good day´s work, Crabbe.

Two for the price of one, eh?

Well, sort of, sir, yes.

I said the writer
of those letters

was a religious crank,
didn´t I?

Yes, indeed, you did.

Organize a press
conference for this afternoon.

Getting a result
on the Sally Davis body

within 24 hours
is tremendous value.

It´s wasn´t exactly
my collar, sir.

Whose then?
Cambridge?

No.

It was, uh, Miss Revelle, sir.

Reve--

She didn´t have a...

Vision, sir? Yeah.

Containment exercise, Crabbe.

I´ll handle the press.
You deal with Miss Revelle.

Right.

I owe you an apology.

Funny thing
is I´m grateful to you.

Me

When you walked out this
morning, it was down to me.

I couldn´t just pass
the information on

and let someone else
deal with it.

I made
a bad mistake there.

You were the one

who pointed out that Jez Leigh
had something else on his mind.

Well, that´s just about
all I did.

Not exactly.

If I´m honest, up ´til now I´ve
never been really certain

whose voice I was hearing.

Does it matter?

To me. Very much.

With Jez Leigh,

it was different.

How?

Even before today, I sensed
Sally Davis´ story.

I heard her so clearly.

You never said anything.

You´re an old cynic,
Henry Crabbe.

No, no, no, not at all.

No, I happen to think you´ve got

some of the most important
abilities a detective can have.

What?

Well, the ability to listen

and the strength and conviction
to follow your instincts.

Thank you.

Abilities I so miserably failed
to put into practice myself.

Oh, I don´t agree.

You said something far more
important than that.

What´s that?

Having the guts to admit
you were wrong.

You sure you wouldn´t like me to
drive you to the door, sir?

Absolutely.
This is perfect.

Okay. Bye, sir.

Bye-bye, Cambridge.

♫ Partyin´ to the place,
let´s go ♫

"Dweeb Divine´s
Greatest Remix."

I do apologize.

What is this?!

Uh, some scratch ´n mix.

Scratch ´n mix.

And what was it doing playing
in the hen house?

Egg productivity, Henry.

Would you care to
elaborate on that, Margaret?

Those chickens
didn´t know the meaning

of the word "work."

Definitely chilled out.

Chilled out?

And how is this supposed
to help?

Well, we thought a bit
of in-house techno-dance music

would get ´em going a bit more
than that boring Elgar.

Boring Elgar?

And before you get elitist
about this, Henry,

it´s been a great success.

Productivity´s trebled.

But at what cost?

What do you mean,
at what cost?

Steve?

How many of those Hollandaise
sauces failed to mix?

Uh, three, Chef.

Three --
that´s three dozen eggs, right?

And how many of those
Yorkshire puddings

failed to rise, apart from
acts of Pizza Woman?

- Uh, about 24?
- About 24.

Three dozen, two dozen,
five dozen eggs wasted,

all gone to waste --

not to mention the wear and tear
on my peace of mind.

See, Margaret, stressed out
chickens lay stressed out eggs.

Happy and contented chickens
lay happy and contented eggs.

Eggs that go wobbling up
to olive oil and say,

"Let´s make mayonnaise."

It´s a well-known fact.

Quality is nearly
always sacrificed

when it comes to quantity.

Except in your case, Henry.

Except in -- Oh, shut up.

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