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Ladies and gentlemen, I think we've... I

think we've

exhausted the many, indeed the multifarious merits of our two

I suggest we now move to the election of the new master of Courtney College.

Thus, we find at Kilpeck, and could once have found at Shobden, an extraordinary

outburst of native sculpture at a time when the country as a whole was plunged

deep in the chaos of Matilda's civil war.

Yes. Good.

Of course, we only know Shobden... Woolman here.

happens next.

No, no, I certainly won't.

Have you spoken to Hanbury yet?

Hello?

I've told you I won't speak to you. I don't care.

If you try to contact me again, I shall inform the master.

Look, I've told you...

Oh, oh, oh, Master.

Yes, yes, yes, sorry, it is Hanbury.

What?

Oh, good God, really?

I say, we haven't had an election as fraught as this since 1789.

What do the statutes say?

In the event of a tie, we are required to call in the visitor.

Think what that would do for the reputation of the college.

Would the election of Hanbury enhance it so very much?

Good evening, old man.

Will be Henry of the college.

Shall we talk in the garden?

Fresh air is so good for clearing the mind of camped.

You don't stand a chance.

You know you don't.

And yet you're perfectly prepared to drag the college through the mud because

a personal grudge against me.

For God's sake, why don't you behave like a gentleman for once?

You may be a gentleman, Hadbury, but you're wholly unfit to have charge of

people. I shall fight you till my dying breath.

Alright.

Good evening, Lady Hambury.

Oh, Mrs. Farquhar. Good evening.

Been up to town?

Yes. Yes, I've been to Covent Garden, the opera.

Tosca.

Wonderful.

Oh, really?

Ted's never taken me to the opera.

Oh, damn, and blast.

Look, that man's got the last taxi. I'll be here half a night now, I expect.

Uh, no, it's all right.

I'll give you a lift, if John McKendrick hasn't forgotten me.

Oh, haven't you got your car, then?

Oh, of course.

Oh, I am sorry.

Well, that's why Ted's not here to meet me.

I've got to be so careful these days, drinking and driving.

But the police have really got it in for our sort, you know, public and... The

police have really got it in for my sort, actually.

As I've learned in my course.

I'm so sorry, Prue. I... Your apologies can wait till morning, John, as you seem

to expect me to.

We'll drop Mrs. Parker on the way. It's really very kind of you.

I was helping Ted Parker get up a new barrel of beer.

The time just sort of flipped away.

Oh, I'm sure Ted was very grateful, Lady Hanbury.

His back's been giving him such a lot of trouble lately.

How are the boys, Lady Hanbury?

Probably enjoying Summerfield.

Seems to be.

I suppose Simon will be going to Eton soon.

September. Oh, I saw Georgina yesterday.

Chattering away in French she was to that au pair of yours.

I wish I'd had someone to teach me French when I was that age.

Would you have used it, then?

I really can't thank you enough, Lady Hanbury.

Oh, it was nothing.

Good night.

Good night.

You'll be great when you go to France.

I shall go to France, ever.

And even if I do, I won't want to ask the time, because I'll have a watch, so

it's there.

Georgina!

Hello, John.

I've been keeping myself several times. Lovely Georgie. What time is it?

Breakfast time.

Lovely day.

John?

Hello.

Georgina, where are you going?

No, Georgina, you know Daddy does not like to be disturbed.

Come back, Georgina.

Daddy! Daddy!

Breakfast!

Georgina, what are you doing?

Don't go in there.

Sir Julius, I'm so sorry.

Really, dear? Where?

In the library.

The pictures.

You must come quickly.

Dear, oh, dear, oh. Dear, what will your daddy say?

We shall have to get the police.

Oh, Lord.

Where's the Julius?

I don't know, madam. At the college, I expect.

He wasn't here last night, I know that. His bed wasn't flipped in.

Who did it, Mummy?

Very wicked people, darling.

The police will have to find them and lock them up.

Well,

he doesn't seem to be in his room, Lady Hambry. May I take a message?

I'm very good about it.

Good morning, Arthur.

Good morning, sir.

Has Sir Julius arrived yet?

He must be still on his way, sir.

Just had Lady Hambry asking for him.

Oh.

Right.

Georgina, come here.

Don't touch that.

Will the policeman have dogs, Mummy, to chase the burglars?

I don't know, darling. I expect so. Why don't you run along with Mortby, have

your breakfast, hmm?

I want a word with Michelle.

Come along, Georgie.

Will there be bloodhounds, Mortby?

Bloodhounds? What do they want with bloodhounds?

John, will you make sure no -one comes near that window?

There may be footprints.

Right.

Now, Michelle.

What day did we say you were going on holiday?

August 15th.

15th.

I've been thinking it might be more convenient if you went a little earlier.

But my brother is getting married on the 27th.

And I only have two weeks.

Oh, you needn't worry. I shan't be wanting you back any earlier.

In fact, I'm sorry to say this, Michelle, but I shan't be wanting you

all.

The fact is I've decided to look after Georgina myself for the rest of the

summer. It really is the last chance I'll have to be with my little girl

she is still little.

It's all right. You'll be paid until the end of September.

I'm sure you'll be able to find another job by then.

What have I done, Lady Ambury?

Let's not be silly about this, Michelle.

I shall be obliged if you'll be ready to leave as soon as possible.

I like that.

It was good.

Who was it?

That, Lewis, was Maria Callas.

Was it from cats?

No, it most certainly was not.

The wife wants to go to cats.

I don't know why. She's allergic to them.

Shut up about bloody cats and tell me what you know about this place.

Nothing. Hanbury House is one of the architectural gems of the county, Lewis.

Mm -hmm.

But what you need to know is the Chief Constable dines here once a month, which

is why you and I are wasting a fine summer morning on some footling art

Nice little place, though.

Is it open to the public?

Only the garden.

It's historically important, the garden.

When the Hambreys wanted to make a few changes, they didn't muck about.

They moved the whole village.

Bloody hell.

People like them.

They think people like us are only here to keep the servants in order.

Does that mean we have to arrest the butler?

suddenly said so this morning, she... But I can't.

You don't understand, Roger.

There's been a... There were robbers in the night.

Someone's coming.

I think you should come here quickly.

Restored, of course. Look at that window.

All that stonework. Must take months to do the pointing.

You're not a bloody mason, are you?

No such luck.

I might have been a chief inspector by now if I was.

Were, Lewis.

If you were.

You'll never get on if you can't master your subjunctives.

Keep touching your forelock. We may be back in Oxford before lunch.

Shouldn't that be might?

Not my taste, this sort of thing, I'm afraid.

Nor mine.

The decent pictures are all in my drawing room.

And what are they, madam?

A Titian, a Poussin, a couple of Murillos, and our Gainsborough, of

I make my husband keep these horrors in here when I can't see them.

Well, they're not like these modern things, are they? I mean, you can see

they're meant to be.

All too clearly, alas.

Fortunately, the burglars shared your sergeant's taste, Inspector. It's only

these they've taken.

How many are missing?

Um, six, I think. We'll have to wait till my husband gets back to be sure.

He's going to be very upset about this one. It's his favourite.

It normally resides there.

I think it's an obscenity, but there you are.

Alma -Tadema, is it?

Very good.

They're how anyone can tell these paintings apart.

My husband... Well, as a matter of fact, he's writing a book.

What he calls a replieve -in.

It's a form of legal recovery, Lewis.

Good heavens, Inspector, you're the only person I've ever met who actually knew

the word.

He does crosswords, madam.

Knows all sorts of words that nobody ever uses.

Is your husband writing his book on this?

It's his latest toy, yes. Smashing machine, sees.

I've just been on a course. This was the one I really fancied. I doubt if Lady

Hanbury's interested in that, Lewis.

Afraid not. I can't even type.

Oh, but you can save so much time with these. Lewis, I think perhaps you'd

better go and interview the staff, see who was doing what and when last night.

All right?

Very good, sir.

How many people live in, Lady Ambry?

Well, there's us, of course.

My daughter, Georgina.

Maltby. She's my old nanny. She's now housekeeper.

Um, McKendrick. He's the gardener -come -handy man.

Oh, and, um, Michelle. She's the au pair.

Is that the whole staff?

Well, there's an army of chars who come in to clean, but they all live in the

village. What?

No butler?

Just get on with it, Lewis.

Where was Sir Julius last night, Lady Hambry?

I'm not entirely sure.

In college, I expect.

I take it then he doesn't always tell you when he's going to be away for the

night.

Not always, no.

But what that has to do with the theft of his pictures, I can't imagine.

I need to know where everyone was.

I was in London.

John McKendrick was a little late meeting me at the station, so I was back

about one or so.

We gave a lift to Mrs Parker from the pub, if you want to confirm it.

I noticed nothing wrong.

I went to bed.

I see.

Now, till my husband appears, there are certain things I must do.

I expect you want to get on with whatever it is you do.

Yes.

You'll find John about somewhere.

He'll show you everything you want.

Well, I didn't switch on the alarm because I thought Sir Julius was still

He never told me he was going off to college.

Don't do that, Georgie.

Make yourself sick again.

It's my favourite plum duff.

My wife just doesn't make it like me ma 'am did, though.

Now, you see, it's my afternoon off, Wednesdays.

They're having a summer sale up at Peter Jones.

So I thought I'd just pop up to town and look at the tablecloths.

Lady Hand relieves all that sort of thing to me.

What time did you get back?

Oh, half past five.

You didn't stop, though.

I don't like London.

Nasty, dirty place.

Anyway, Michelle was going out with her boyfriend, as usual.

Someone had to stay home and look after Georgie.

Georgina, I told you, no.

Of course, Lady Hanbury had left by then.

And I thought Sir Julius must have decided to go and eat in college.

But wouldn't he have told you?

Well, Georgie and I did go for a stroll about seven o 'clock.

It's when we saw that funny old car going down the drive, didn't we,

It was really, really old.

Can I have my chocolate biscuit, please?

No. If you're well enough to eat biscuits, then you're well enough to go

school, Georgina.

So if you ask me, there was one of his friends from college taking him in for

his dinner.

The security arrangements don't seem to be very good here, Mrs Mulby.

Well, he usually rings to say if he's staying in college.

So I thought he was coming back, you see.

Now, we'll just pop this in the steamer, shall we?

So, why didn't he ring?

You'll have to ask him that.

The bloke who built this place, he drowned here.

Really? Had a little dog and went with him everywhere.

He jumped up and this parapet thing fell in.

He bent over to fish it out, lost his balance and couldn't get back.

But the dog scrambled up over his body and ran off back to the house, which is

how they knew the old man was missing when the dog turned up very wet without

him. You've been here before?

I paid my 50p last Easter, yes.

Daffs were great, weren't they?

If you like daffs.

Do you have any right to wear that tie round your neck, or is it just something

you use to keep your trousers up?

I was at Harrow.

Not for very long.

Bit unusual, isn't it?

An old Erovian working as a handyman.

I've known one or two have done worse.

Any who've done time.

What? I mean, were you at school with any art thieves, Mr. McKendrick?

Not that I know of.

I've never been too keen on art, actually.

How did you get to work here?

My father and Juliet are in the Foreign Office together.

I see.

I've always wanted an open -air job.

Not much use of anything else, really.

I mean, I can do things with my hands, I can drive and all that, but anything to

do with schoolwork... Julius and Prue, they've been absolutely smashing.

When you brought Lady Ambry back last night, did you notice anything out of

ordinary?

Not a thing. I just went to bed.

What about this morning?

Not a sausage.

Was the burger alarm on when you came back? I don't know.

Julius always deals with that.

It is my evening off. I am going... I went into Oxford

on the bus.

Like it?

Oxford. Do you like it?

It's all right.

What did you do?

I meet some friends.

We go to riots.

What? Oh, the disco.

Right.

Your boyfriend was there, was he?

I don't have a boyfriend.

Pretty girl like you.

What time did he come home?

Before midnight.

Lady Ambury says I must always be home by 12.

How did he get back?

There isn't a bus that late, is there?

A friend bring me in his car.

What friend was that?

Sorry?

It is your accent.

I'm not familiar with the... Your friend. The one with the car.

What's his name?

Roger. Oh, Roger.

Roger what?

Meadows, I think.

He is a student.

I do not know him very well.

Must like you.

Driving you all this way at midnight.

Did you...

See anything odd when you got back home? Hear anything?

No.

I am a little frightened here.

This house, it is so big and so few people.

I say goodnight to Roger.

I run up the stairs.

I look at Georgina. She is sleeping.

I go to bed.

What about the burglar alarm?

Oh, there are always... People awake when I come home. I do not think about

And Roger?

I suppose he go back to Oxford. I don't know.

I wave him goodbye.

Then I go in.

But he's an hour late, Prue.

And it's a really most important meeting.

We may have to call in the visitor.

No, he did not spend the night here.

And no, he has not been in college this morning.

Well, I'm afraid I'm not privy to his movements.

No.

But if he does turn up in college, would you tell him his favorite picture has

been stolen in the night?

Amazing what people could do in those days.

Moving the village, rebuilding the church as a garden ornament.

Ever looked inside?

No, it was closed when I came.

Well, it's a private mausoleum. They don't want all and sundry going in

But if you're interested...

Lovely

design.

Athenian steward, as I recall.

I think that's the chap's name, yeah.

Yes, I see.

All the family tombs.

Oh, my God.

Sir Julius was a diplomat, not a don.

How did that make him suitable to be master?

Oh, a college needs friends in high places.

These dreadful cuts.

And Julius knows... knew everyone in Whitehall and the city.

And he was, of course, extremely rich himself.

Then why the bitterness?

Oh, the usual college jealousies, you know?

No.

Well, there's always a faction which prefers academic distinction to worldly

success.

Edward Ullman, you see, is one of the most distinguished scholars the

can boast.

Though I wouldn't normally say this about a colleague, Inspector, but, well,

Edward knows more about 15th century Flemish painting than anyone else in the

world, of course.

But he has a tendency...

All too common in academic circles, alas, a tendency to express himself with

greater vigour than is always compatible with a collegiate spirit.

I see.

What made things worse was that Julius was always boasting about his ghastly

Victorian pictures.

Edward let him know in no uncertain terms that he thought them vulgar

pornography.

The Replevin couldn't recover their reputation with Professor Ullman, then?

Not a chance.

What time was it when you last saw Sir Julius, sir?

About six o 'clock yesterday evening.

He said he'd see Edward at once.

I had a dinner, unfortunately, so we agreed that we'd all meet here at 9 .30

this morning to see how things stood.

By which time?

At least we're now spared the visitor.

Who, sir?

Oh, he's the man who has to make up the college's mind when it can't make it up

for itself.

Unfortunately for us, he's the Bishop of Banbury.

Oh, yes.

The one who doesn't believe in God.

Any idea who he might have chosen?

Oh, I expect he'd have made them both make way for some incomprehensible

theologian. Imagine what that would have done for Courtney.

Russell. Dr. Russell.

Where's Max?

Ah, not too well, actually. He had a stroke.

So, where's the body?

Well, it's in the church, but it's not a pretty... Already?

Saving on undertakers, are they?

Why don't the chief inspector see you?

You're a Geordie, right?

How did you get?

I did three years as a housemaid. A person?

A Newcastle general.

Never? No. That's where my first kiddie was born.

Whereabouts did he live?

In Dirkman, Sandiford Terrace. Do you know it?

Do I know it? Only got an uncle who lived on the Oaksbourne Road.

Used to work at Park and over at E, you know?

Oh, yes.

All right, Mike.

This is Dr Russell, a new pathologist.

Known as the patholite, the back of her hand.

Why I vituperate such trash, Inspector, is it doubtless all desire.

True pornography, artistic pornography, that can be genuinely erotic.

But that debauched, insipid, sentimental calendar art for eunuchs

that Hanbury goes in for?

No red -blooded male could be aroused by that, surely.

My view is...

Such muck should be burnt for corrupting public taste.

Thank you, sir. I understand it goes for higher prices than your ordinary boots

calendar, though.

I dare say you're not expected to distinguish between price and value in

profession, Inspector. In mine, I am.

Your health.

How long did you spend at Hanbury House last night, sir?

Half an hour, I suppose. I left about half past seven.

A bit tense, was it?

Is that what Hanbury told you?

In my profession, sir, I ask the questions.

Do sit down.

It was quite friendly under the circumstances.

Hanbury showed unusual tact for a British diplomat.

He didn't take me indoors to inflict his pictures upon me. We had our talk in

the decaying remains of his picturesque garden.

Was either of you prepared to withdraw in favor of the other?

He said he wanted it to go to the visitor.

I naturally did not.

Why naturally, sir?

I do not begin to comprehend the beliefs, or lack of them, of the Church

England.

But even the Bishop of Banbury professes to be a Christian.

And Hanbury, who of course believes nothing but knows the form, Hanbury has

own private church.

What chance would a mere Jew stand against all that?

Especially one who's questioned his Gainsborough, as well as his personal

What's wrong with it? The Gainsborough, I mean.

It's very doubtful.

You only have to look at the brushwork.

Sir Julius's ancestors were as easily fooled as he is himself.

Well, the fooling's over now, sir.

What do you mean?

Sir Julius was found battered to death in that private church of his at 10 .30

this morning.

He was all too alive and well when I left him.

Can you prove that, sir?

You see, you seem to be the last person who have seen him alive.

Surely his murderer was that.

I won't pretend I'm sorry.

Not damned if I will.

But if you honestly think... Oh, I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to think,

Not in an Oxford college, but as I was telling the master, I do imagine.

Sir, if it's not too much trouble, you will let me know if you plan to leave

Oxford in the next few days, won't you?

How many days?

Just till my imaginings are complete, sir.

I know, yeah.

Oh, Sergeant, I was wondering.

Yes, madam.

Is it all right if John drives me over to Summerfield?

Where's that, madam? My son's school.

I want to break the news to them myself.

Couldn't bear them to hear it from anybody but me.

I'm sorry, madam, but the chief inspector said nobody was to go anywhere

he got back.

Yes, but that doesn't apply to me, surely?

Well, I'm afraid it does, madam, yes.

Well, really?

How long does he intend to be?

Chief Inspector Morse? That's me, yes.

Oh, yes. Hello. I'm Russell.

I'm the locum pathologist.

Where's Max?

In the Radcliffe, actually. A stroke.

Nothing too serious, but... Poor Max.

Yes, sir. Poor Max.

But... But you're a... A pathologist?

Yes. But that body up there... Nothing worse.

It was a frenzied attack.

He was hit 11 or 12 times with something like a five -pound hammer.

I won't be able to tell you the exact number of blows until after the post

-mortem. Oh, well, have a look.

It's as though whoever did it wanted to obliterate him from the face of the

earth. Oh, um, just a moment. I want the chief inspector to have a look.

Here, here, get that out of here quick. His wife, um, the widow.

Lady Humphrey wants to leave the estate. I didn't expect to be kept a prisoner

in my own house, Inspector.

What's the matter?

Lady Hambry wants to go and see her boys at school to break the news to them.

But you said nobody was to leave until you'd spoken to them. Oh, really, Lewis?

I didn't mean Lady Hambry. Of course she can go.

She wants Mr.

McKendrick, the driver, sir. She's... Well, it seems... There's no need to um

and ah about it, Sergeant. I was over the limit and quite rightly lost my

license.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Well, I've already questioned Mr.

McKendrick. Lewis, I don't see any reason why you can't take Lady Hambry.

you.

Unless I can lend you one of our drivers, madam. Thank you, I'm used to

I'm terrified it'll be in the evening papers before I've had a chance to

the boys. Oh, yes, of course.

Press these days.

All these Australians.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, I'll be in.

Here we are.

Lovely woman, that.

That's not a woman, Lewis. That's a lady.

Oh, Dr. Russell, I mean.

Did all her training in Newcastle.

At the general where our Lynn was born.

Best place for her.

A maternity hospital.

You shouldn't ask a woman to look at battered heads like that.

Well, wait a minute.

A frenzied attack, she said.

Must have been. Not many wounds, but it's all neat and tidy up in that

Clean as a whistle.

So where was he killed?

Where's the blood, Lewis?

Nothing at all?

Not a trace, here or anywhere.

There must be something somewhere.

Where's the housekeeper, Lewis?

Lady Hanbury said not to let the cleaners in, Inspector.

Not till you'd finished.

But you've been over the house, Mrs Maltby, I'm sure.

I've looked round, yes.

I haven't touched anything.

Another ginger biscuit, Sergeant. Lovely.

Are you sure you won't partake, Inspector?

No, thank you.

Might spoil my lunch.

Did you see anything out of the ordinary anywhere, Mrs. Maltby?

Well, there'd been a break -in in the library.

Yes, yes, but anywhere else?

I didn't think the nursery was very tidy.

But it never is these days.

The French don't seem to understand about putting toys away, if you get my

meaning. All right, thank you.

But your sergeant hasn't finished his coffee, Inspector.

He's a very slow drinker.

It's something to do with the Newcastle ale.

They like to thup it drop by drop up there.

Come on, Lewis.

It's all too neat, Lewis.

The body laid out in the church.

All this landscape gardening, it hides the natural shape of things.

She doesn't hide her natural shape, does she?

She's got a boyfriend, sir.

Nothing. Let's go and see if McKendrick was really working in that pub last

night.

Did you get it? No, I couldn't.

Oh, for God's sake, Michel!

But you don't understand, Roger.

There's policemen all over the house.

Sir Julius, he's been murdered.

We must get it back.

Thanks very much.

Sure I can't get you a nice pie, Inspector?

No, thanks.

It'll be good to eat something.

I'll just have another one of these, thank you.

Same again, please.

Sir Julius will be able to cut up about his pictures.

Do you have a lot of dealings with the big house?

Well, a fair bit. All the people on the estate.

Sir Julius looks in now and then.

Always very friendly.

She never puts her nose in here, of course, but... Oh, she wouldn't, would

Now, Betty... Oh, she's much too grand for a place like this.

No, it's first class up to Lannan for Lady Hanbury, then the Claridge's and

Ridd. Well, a woman her class.

She'd bite your head off as soon as look at you she would.

She is moody, I'll give you that.

Moody?

You asked for Julius.

She was that moody she won't even share the same bedroom with him.

You don't know that, Betty. Yes, I do.

Iris told me.

She does the bedrooms.

They're almost 50 yards apart.

Something the matter, sir?

Sour.

No, but it's a new barrel.

John McKendrick helped me put it up last night. I didn't mean the beer.

You finish that pie, Lewis. It's gone closing.

Well done.

Well, I thought you thought she liked you.

She did. I know she did.

So she changed her mind. That's that damn stupid letter.

Why didn't I just stick to the phone?

It cannot be the letter.

She would not think I had written it. It's not my writing.

So it must be the pictures themselves.

But that's worse.

No, it's good.

It means she's angry with me, yes. But for you, you are clear.

If they ask, you say, yes, you bring me home.

No, you see nothing.

No, you do not know me very well.

No problem.

Right. Only now we must not be seen together.

I should not have asked you to come, I did not think.

No.

So, um... Of course.

For all we know, he may have destroyed the letter anyway.

It's not important.

You come to Poitiers as soon as you can.

Right.

Well, I'll see you there, then.

Goodbye, Roger.

I love you.

Je t 'aime, Michel.

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

What got into you there?

Social envy is a very disagreeable vice, Lewis.

Might have had a bearing on the case, them not sleeping together.

He may have had a mistress.

No, no. The aristocracy always have separate bedrooms.

What the hell?

Mort here.

Get an ambulance to Hanbury House fast as you can. Some fool in a sports car

just smashed into a tree.

Wasn't wearing a big belt.

Why do the young have to be so bloody stupid?

What's this?

He wasn't so stupid. Somebody's fiddled with his brakes.

What the hell? I saw his lights come on, but he never slowed down, did he?

Look at this.

There's no fluid left in his brakes at all.

Where are you going?

To Pernbury House.

You ought to make that morse come here for his results.

That's what Max does.

Not when there's another murder, he doesn't.

There's no way that could have been fractured by a rhododendron branch. Even

that speed, it wouldn't do it.

Hell, he had Lady Hambry back.

Better not let her see him. Two corpses in four hours.

What's happened?

An accident, I'm afraid.

Anyone hurt?

Can I help?

Thank you. I've sent for an ambulance, madam.

But, uh, Mr.

McKendrick, would you mind? Perhaps you know who it is.

Of course.

Lady Hambry manage all right at the school?

What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, fine.

Well, I mean, I suppose I didn't really say.

Is he, uh... Is he... Yes.

I thought perhaps he worked on this date.

No. Don't know him at all.

Never seen him.

Poor chap.

What happened?

Usual thing. Going too fast.

All right. Thank you very much, Mr. McKendrick.

You'd better take Lady Hambry on down to the house.

There's no need to tell her he's dead.

He's got a nothing up late today.

Right.

Bloody dangerous thing, Portsmouth.

Yes.

John?

Who is it?

I don't know.

Is he all right?

Michelle Ray Arch, the au pair.

That's her boyfriend, Roger Meadow.

Are you sure?

It's his wallet.

What else is in it?

Thank you so much, John.

Yeah, what's happened up there?

Some fool in an MG turned it over. Not hurt, is he? Afraid so.

Dead.

Bloody hell.

Final communication.

Any further attempt to injure my reputation or jeopardise the prospects

children. I thought she wasn't telling the truth.

Nobody has children down there except Lady Hanbury. She didn't have them by

herself, you fool.

He wasn't blackmailing her, it was him.

Listen, if I ever hear from you again, I shall at once inform the college

authorities. They will no doubt take immediate and appropriate action.

What the hell was he up to, Lewis?

Do not minimize the damage you can do to me, but I decline to submit to further

uncivilized threat.

Now, here's the new doc.

He'd better get down to the house and talk to Miss Rayage again.

Find out who this Roger Meadows was.

Find out what he was doing here, when he arrived, when he left, everything.

another one for you, I'm afraid.

In fact, I've been trying to get hold of you. It's the most extraordinary thing.

I don't quite know what to make of it, but when we got him back to the lab and

took his clothes off, several bones in Sir Julius's body are broken.

I simply can't tell yet whether he died from the head wounds or the fall.

Fall? Oh, yes, that's the only explanation.

He must have fallen from quite a considerable height.

But when? I must know when. I'm afraid I couldn't possibly say. Well, not yet.

Oh, God.

Don't do a max on me, please. Well, I guess before midnight.

But look, it's only a guess.

Thank you, Dr. Russell. Thank you very much indeed.

Oh, don't forget the other one, will you?

It's time she had that child up.

She's getting too old for a nap, Georgina.

She ought to be running around outside a fine day like this.

I need all the fresh air that can get at that age.

Of course, it's no use talking to these French girls.

Get her to open the window. Oh, she'd rather die.

If you ask me, they must have a lot of fog in France.

Why else would they be so afraid of good fresh air?

There, what did I tell you? Shut fast.

Come on, sweetheart, time you woke up.

Michelle has been her room sergeant.

Well, I never.

Who's that little miss got up to now?

Looks like she's gone.

Sir, Michelle Riage.

Sir, she's gone.

Never mind about that now, Lewis. Come with me.

She can't have gone far. You can put out a call in a minute.

I've got something to show you.

See anything up there?

I don't know what I'm looking for. A clue, Lewis.

You see, Sir Julius wasn't murdered.

He fell from a great height, physically and morally. He committed suicide.

We've been led up the garden path here, Lewis.

A very pretty garden and a highly picturesque path, but everyone's stories

what they were doing last night and why the burglar alarm wasn't on.

A rich man, the master of the house, suddenly disappears and nobody's in the

least put out.

Too much sang -froid all round.

Sang -froid? It means cold blood, Lewis.

Seen anything yet?

Nope.

Murder in the furtherance of theft. It does take place, of course, but how many

times have you heard of the victim's gory body being carefully placed in his

personal mausoleum?

Not often.

But if you're a member of a very distinguished family urgently needing to

conceal the body of a baronet, what could be more appropriate?

You think one of the family did it?

Did what?

You still don't see anything up there?

Only a balustrade.

Get a body over that, do you think?

Oh.

Yes, Louis.

Oh.

There's a window up there, look.

Has anybody searched the attic yet?

I hope she's not running a fever again.

Did you take her temperature?

Yeah, normal, my lady.

But I just can't get her to wake up. I mean, look at her now.

Darling, you feeling all right?

Take your thumb out of your mouth, Georgie.

Hmm.

It's a shock, I expect.

Well, I don't know, madam. I've never seen her like it.

Hasn't Michelle at least left a note to explain herself?

Not that I or the sergeant could find.

Oh, excuse me, madam. Could I have a word with Mrs Maltby?

What is it? We need the keys to the attics.

What on earth for?

No one ever goes up there.

It's not me, madam. It's the chief inspector.

Well, really.

You won't be finding them for him, would you?

I'll look after Georgie.

I don't know if I know where they are, my lady.

Sir Julius kept the keys himself.

Why, there's floorboards and that.

Well, I haven't got them.

Monsieur Riaz.

Romeo, Echo, Alpha, Echo, Acute.

Romeo, Echo, Acute, Alpha, Golf, Echo, 19, light brown hair, very attractive,

worth looking out for.

You kept a better lookout. She might still be here.

Nobody

knows

where the keys are.

I think he does, Lewis, he or she.

I think both he and she know very well, but I don't mind playing the game.

I wish you'd tell me what you're talking about. There is something on the roof

of this house you haven't got on yours.

A flag?

Precisely. Someone raised it this morning and lowered it to half -mast

Julius was found.

So, somebody...

And to keep you caught and down here all the time.

Well done, Lewis. Well done.

Your time with me has not been wholly wasted.

Come on. Come on. Let me do it.

Now, let's get to the bottom of all this aristocratic flummery.

Nobody ever comes up here, did they say?

Except for Julius.

He considered himself as Lord Snowden, perhaps.

Now, where are the pictures?

Where, indeed.

But you should ask yourself what, Lewis.

What is the picture?

What's out that window?

Just a sort of walkway and then the bus train.

Just as I thought.

Out you go.

Anything heavy been hauled about out there?

No slates missing, nothing like that.

Whereabouts are we, above the front or the back?

Back.

Hold on, here we are.

Broken slate.

Recent? Very.

Anything on the balustrade?

Well, few scratches, nothing definite.

What's below there, exactly below?

trees by the steps.

All right, you can come in now.

Don't you want to check it?

Lewis.

Well, that settles the first part of the cape.

Now we must get on and solve the murder.

What? The boy, Meadows.

He was murdered, Lewis.

May I ask just what you think you're doing?

Getting the evidence to arrest you, Lady Hanbury, for wasting police time.

Trying to make your husband's suicide look like murder.

Perhaps we should discuss this downstairs.

We didn't see the bloodstains in the dark last night.

No?

No, John found them this morning.

Last night I found Julius lying here when I got back from London.

There was a light on, the door was open. I thought perhaps he'd gone for a

stroll before bed, but... He was dead.

And what did you do then?

I fetched John.

He was very good. He... He did what was necessary.

You mean... Let me get this quite clear, Lady Hambry.

You found your husband lying dead, apparently having committed suicide, and

you asked McKendrick to hit him over the head to make it look like murder.

Yes. And you then lugged the body over to the church.

No, no, no. John did that. He wheeled him in the barrow.

And then you and Mrs. Maltby and the girl, you all slept too, trying to make

look like theft. Is that right? Not Michelle. She's not one of the family.

Would you mind explaining to me why you went through this elaborate charade,

madam?

Shall we go inside? I think Mork was made tea.

Of course, I suppose I was foolish to imagine I could ever get away with it. I

think you were, yes.

But it did seem so obviously the right thing to do at the time.

Thank you so much, Maltby.

How's Georgie?

Oh, she's waking up now, milady.

It was a pill that Michelle had given her.

What pill? She showed me in the bathroom.

Half a sleeping pill she'd given her.

To send her to sleep while she was making off. Can you imagine such a

Um, do sit down, Inspector.

Maltby, would you take the sergeant into the kitchen, please? The Inspector and

I would like to be on our own. I'd like Sergeant Lewis to stay, if you don't

mind, Lady Hembury.

You saw?

Quite true.

Very well. Bring another cup, please, Morby. Very good, madam.

Sleeping pills for children, I ask you.

China or Indian, Inspector?

Oh, Indian, please.

Milk and sugar?

Just a little milk, please.

My husband's life was very heavily insured.

I was afraid if it was suicide.

The claim might not be met.

The family's not exactly poor, is it?

There's plenty of land, but as to income... I have a son about to go to

Inspector. I have another son at prep school, and I have my daughter's

to think of.

And a house like this simply eats capital, you know.

Last time we had the roof done, well... You mean you did it simply for the

money?

You prefer Indian too, I imagine.

I'm having this going.

Milk and two sugars.

The fact is, I couldn't bear my children to think their father loved them so

little he was prepared to let them suffer the scandal and disgrace of his

suicide. You thought murder left them a disgrace?

Of course.

For the boys.

Well, when I told them, they were very shocked, naturally, but I could see they

thought it was rather exciting to have a murdered father.

He wasn't very interested in his children, you know.

A rather remote parent.

I suppose I thought they might think better of him if... Mr. Julius, leave a

note.

Yes.

Where is it?

I destroyed it.

Would you like to give me an idea of its contents, then?

Well, I suppose it'll all come out in the end.

The fact is, Inspector, I was planning to leave him.

It had been brewing up for some time, but I only told him yesterday morning.

I said I was not prepared to go and live in Courtney College as his mistress.

The head of Courtney is called the master, Lewis.

So his wife is called his mistress.

But he didn't know he was going to be master.

The election wasn't until the afternoon.

Anyway, it was a tie.

Was it?

Nobody told me. How extraordinary.

Did he know that?

Certainly.

Oh.

Well, then, that must have been what tipped the balance.

Oh, God, you do relieve me.

No, I'm... That sounds so wicked, but... You see, I've been blaming myself

entirely.

And if he had this new sudden extra disappointment... Did he mention it in

note?

No.

Yes.

Do you know, I don't... I don't remember.

Besides, I took everything to refer to me and John.

John?

Yes.

Didn't I say?

Oh, um... Yes, I'm going to live with John McKendrick.

It's all right. I scrubbed it out.

As a matter of fact, I was up half the night cleaning out.

It was just outside the door I missed.

What did you do with the pictures?

Hidden by the lake.

You went down there in the middle of the night?

In the barrow.

It was getting quite light back then.

All for nothing.

All for love, as I understand it.

What the hell does she see in you?

Can't think.

Well, I suppose...

Did she tell you?

He'd, uh, he'd lost interest.

Preferred looking at pictures.

Yeah, yeah.

And you see, I love her very much.

She's been just incredible.

And you think love's an excuse for crime?

You have to come in for further questioning, McKendrick.

I'll let you know when and where when I've consulted my superintendent as to

formal action to be taken against you.

Meanwhile, make sure you stay in and around the house, all right? And keep

from your lady friend.

But I don't want you and Lady Hamrick concocting some other cock -and -bull

story till I've got this one straight.

What's all this about the superintendent?

A ruse, Lewis.

A ruse.

What? You mean it wasn't suicide?

I don't know.

If Sir Julius had lost sexual interest, why was he upset enough to kill himself?

But I tell you one thing.

They've got us thinking the way they want us to think.

And I never like obliging the nobility.

I warned you they'd use us for their own ends.

What those ends are, something to do with the blackmail, must be.

What was the blackmail about?

Why did they need to kill the boy?

Oh, exactly.

Let's take another look at that studio.

I'll tell you something.

If it wasn't suicide, they must have killed him up here.

Why's that?

The stairs. Think of the effort dragging a dead man up here.

Nearly used his burrow. Used it for everything else.

Clean, well -lighted place. I don't believe it.

Where's the darkroom?

Well done, Lewis. Where is it?

Looks like this has never been used either.

McKendrick cleaning it up again.

No, there's nothing here.

Oh, I don't know what this is.

Blank bit of paper.

Still it proves someone has used, not blank.

Ah, the missing slave girl. What a figure.

Victorians like to idealise women, Lewis.

No girl ever really looked like that, alas.

No, she did.

She does.

That's not Art.

That's Michelle Ray Art.

Nice touch, that.

Lowering the flag on the house.

What happened at Harrow whenever a famous old boy died?

Thought we should do the same for Julius.

He's had a lot of store by things like that.

Beautiful.

You like that sort of thing?

I think it's very tasteful. Very tasty.

And very expensive.

Like all tarts.

This is appalling.

I assume... I mean, I've known Julius Henry for 35 years.

Unspeakable.

Pornography. I get to see a good deal of pornography in the course of my

business, sir.

Very nasty stuff, some of it, too, but this sort of thing.

Pretty innocent.

Idealised maidens, classical poses.

That's exactly the same pose as the Alma -Tadema slave girl.

Julius could hardly have thought it innocent if he agreed to pay blackmail.

And to one of our own students.

This, uh, Roger Meadows, what was he like?

I didn't know him very well. He rather avoided the college authorities.

Good student?

No. Was he poor financially as well as academically?

No, no, his father's an anaesthetist, I think, in Coventry.

You don't still think that Edward Orman was involved, do you?

Oh, no, sir, not at all.

I take it he'll be next master now.

He's withdrawn his candidature.

Oh, really? Why?

He feels he doesn't have the confidence of the college.

And he doesn't want to be master by default, as it were.

Just because Julius has...

Dropped out.

You don't realize what this means to me, Inspector.

We shall have to go through the whole procedure again.

I shall have to stay on as master for another whole year.

Some people might envy you that.

But I got my retirement all planned.

My wife and I were going to the Andes to look at orchids.

Now, I shall have to stay here while people bicker and backbite

and...

Well, at least the college isn't directly involved.

But people will think so, you know.

They'll think so.

And they'll blame me.

Hey.

Someone give you permission to use that?

I thought I'd get on with some paperwork while the boss is away.

Where's Meadows' stuff?

It's in that plastic bag there.

Oh, lovely things, these.

Save you hours.

Yeah.

I know a bloke at Forgotten Yard. He lost six months' work by pressing the

button. He can't do that on these.

They've got an extra memory, like a reserve petrol tank.

It can wipe something out and still have it there. Look.

Press that, and that, and that.

There you are.

Bloody hell, this is the lad at the meadows.

What?

Here, look.

The marvels of modern France, eh?

What else is there, eh?

Bloody hell.

More and more complicated.

The sequence is impossible to tell.

Obviously, the first head wound came before the later one.

But whether it came before he fell or after... Wait a minute, wait a minute.

What do you mean, the first head wound?

Well, there are definitely two separate kinds of wound. The original one was

done with something sharp.

Here.

That wasn't a hammer, was it?

No, the hammer came later.

Later? Well, I couldn't see it first. There was so much trauma to the skull.

But there it is now.

Plains, I think.

But that first head wound, Dr. Russell, was it enough to kill him?

Oh, yes.

But right through his skull.

And he had a pretty thick one.

So the battering wasn't to make it look like murder. It was to hide the fact

that it was murder.

Sorry?

No, you've got nothing to be sorry about, my dear. You've done very well.

Well, I realize I'm not Max.

Thank God you're not. He never tells me anything.

What's the G for?

I can't keep calling you Dr. Russell.

Well, I prefer it to my dear.

Sorry. One of those, are you?

One of what?

Mine is a very masculine world, Inspector, and I don't like being

I'll try and remember.

What does it stand for?

Oh, it's just an old family name.

Greta?

Gilder? Greer?

You've been watching too many old films on the box.

No, it's... It's ridiculous.

It's Grayling.

Grayling?

Like the fish?

I can imagine what I got called at school.

What's your name?

Oh, everyone just calls me Morse.

Ah, yeah.

They told me you wouldn't say.

They were right.

Thank you, Grayling.

Thanks a lot.

You're a morse, Steve. You're going mad.

You think there wasn't suicide now, but there's the note.

Looks like it.

Looks like it? Prue, darling, I can't go on. Prue.

Prudence. That's Lady Hanbury's name, isn't it? Part of it, yeah.

She's Helen and Elfrida, too, according to that book.

See, the problem with Morsey, he always wants things to be so complicated, and

they're not.

Only because they're even more so.

Who gave you permission to use that machine?

Look what I found.

Fake.

What? Whoever wrote a suicide note on a typewriter, let alone one of these

things.

You get his letter to Meadows.

Here. Well, then look at it.

I apologise from the bottom of my heart, but I feel it is the only civilised

thing to do.

Now, does he spell apologise with an F?

Civilised. Another F.

What's wrong with that?

Well, it's illiterate, that's what.

The Oxford English Dictionary uses a Z for words that end I's.

Referred it to Julius.

Here, look.

So he didn't write it.

Whoever did can't spell desperate.

Isn't that how you spell it?

Desperate, Lewis, not disparate.

From the Latin spero, sperare, to hope.

As I would hope that anyone would know with a half -decent education.

So who did write it, then? Not Lady Hanbury. She can't type.

Says she can't.

Where did she go to school?

Cheltenham Ladies' College and... Hang on.

Newnham College, Cambridge.

It wasn't her, then.

McKendrick. A man who wears his old -school tie round his waist certainly

no respect for learning.

But she said she'd destroyed the note so we wouldn't find it.

So why leave it in the machine?

So we should find it, of course.

And think it genuine, like you.

And believe her story.

Which is, of course, more aristocratic flim -flam.

Sorry, I don't follow.

You just get on and write your report.

Lewis, before we arrest them, we really must find the murder weapon.

What?

Something sharp.

Has to be something sharp.

No, not strong enough.

Tripod?

It's screwed on properly.

There's something wrong here.

Yeah, it's bent.

He had a pretty thick skull.

Any traces?

Can't see any.

Which of them was it?

Must have been McKendrick.

He was a strong lad.

And he had the motive.

What motive?

Lady Hambrick.

Maybe Sir Julius cut up rough.

Didn't like the idea of the gardener running off with his lady wife.

There was a struggle and... Why up here?

Coming up to lower the flag at sunset.

Come on, Lewis, you can do better than that.

Well, maybe he was in on the blackmail too.

Maybe he was, yes.

Has he made a statement yet?

Not a formal one, no. Go and get me the right one.

Plenty of words ending in I's.

I told you I was back here by about 1, and I saw a light on downstairs

by the river.

Miss Riaj says she got back here at 11 .45, and the whole house was in

madam. And you believe her rather than me. Thank you. It's an inconsistency,

which is why I'd like you to tell me exactly where you were last evening.

Yes, I went up to London, to the opera.

Coliseum or Covent Garden?

The Garden.

Really? What were they doing?

Tosca.

Lovely. I'm very fond of Puccini.

Really? I always wish I'd heard Maria Callas doing Tosca.

She wasn't nearly as good as everyone says.

Very inaccurate singer, you know.

And all that strutting about the stage.

Very vulgar, I thought.

Who was doing it last night?

Mauro Zampieri.

Any good?

I thought excellent.

Not one of these.

Though what that has to do with... I like to keep up.

Who else was singing?

Placido Domingo.

Domingo.

If only I could afford Cum Garden.

Well.

In good voice, was he?

Superb, as usual.

Is that where you got the idea?

What idea?

Suicide.

Tosca throwing herself off the castle walls in Rome.

McKendrick throwing your husband off the roof here.

Possibly.

Haven't thought.

Domingo.

Do you happen to have your program, Lady Hambry? No, no, I never keep programs.

Oh, you should.

Domingo programs.

They're collector's items already.

And it would have been proof of where you'd been.

I rather assumed my word would be enough.

This is a murder inquiry, madam.

But I thought...

Oh, yes, yes, of course, but still, we'll be preferring serious charges, you

know. Well, if you need proof, I... I honestly don't know that I have any.

Opera ticket?

No.

Train ticket, then.

Um, I might have, I suppose.

Oh, but of course, I have my evening bag.

Would you mind getting it for me, please, madam?

Well, if you insist. Oh, I don't insist, but I would be very much obliged.

Then I will do as you ask.

Thank you.

I'll stay and enjoy the pictures.

Is this the Gainsborough?

Of course.

What do you think I should say about knowing it was a crime?

Well, how about, although I realized it was wrong,

Lady Hanbury was so desperate, and I

sympathize so strongly with her. Hang on, hang on.

I sympathize so strongly with her.

Is the inspector still at the house?

Well, as far as I know, his car's still there.

Yes, um... Here you are. I did have it.

Thank you very much.

Dated yesterday.

Good.

Well, I'll keep this, if you don't mind.

It's no use to you now, is it?

Are you quite satisfied that Gainsborough's genuine, madam?

Yes, of course it is.

We have your receipt for the money somewhere.

What on earth made you think otherwise?

Oh, something about the brushwork.

I had heard there were doubts.

Police work, you know.

It's all doubts and imagination.

Thanks for this, anyway.

She's here.

Right. And she knows he's dead.

Thank God for that.

The thing I like least about this job is breaking the bad news.

I know. That's why you always make me do it.

You're right.

There isn't a Z in this whole statement. Andy doesn't know how to spell

desperate.

We'll talk to her away from the house.

He did not ask me to do anything.

It was just poses, you know.

Poses with no clothes on.

I don't see anything wrong.

I have a good body. I'm not ashamed of it.

What about blackmail? What do you think about that?

Come on, Michelle.

We know what Roger was up to.

What did you do with the money?

We were saving to get married.

We opened an account with the building society.

Roger wants to leave Oxford and live next year in France with me.

So it was perfectly all right, was it? You take all your clothes off for a

middle -aged voyeur while your boyfriend demands money with menaces.

Why did you run away?

I was afraid.

Roger... Roger was... And Lady Ombury, I think she

knows.

In the morning, she told me she wanted me to leave as soon as possible.

This morning?

When?

As soon as we discovered the burglary.

Then before, Sean McKendrick... He was not friendly.

What reason did she give for your going?

She says she wants to look after Georgina herself.

But I do not believe that.

I think she knows.

Yes.

Yes, I think she does, too. Thank you, Michelle. Thank you very much indeed.

Take her back to the car, will you, Jenkins?

Get a woman PC to look after her.

All right, love. Come on, over here.

Lois, Lois.

Why does it always come down to sex?

Does it, sir? She was jealous.

Miss Rayheart? No, no, you fool. Lady Hambry.

She saw the photos and... God, how the rich do carry on.

An impotent husband and a pretty au pair, a doting gardener and a jealous

chatelaine.

You think she did it, then?

Time to find out.

Although I still don't know who exactly did what.

That's never stopped you making an arrest.

How did they get back from the school to Kilmeadows?

I don't see how they had the time.

She was there when she said she was.

Checked with Ed Moffat. She can't drive.

What? Can't drive. She just... Lewis, you've done it.

He jumped out of the car the moment it went through the gates.

She drove on to the school alone.

You remember when they got back and McKendrick came over to have a look at

Meadows? Well, he had mud on his trousers.

I didn't think anything of it at the time. I mean, with Meadows being dead.

you sure?

Yeah, positive.

There was mud on his shoes and all.

He must have come back cross -country and drained the brake fluid. The

Shall we, Lord?

I should hope not.

I've Georgie to put to bed and dinner to get. Where is Georgie?

Some policewoman's taken her off into the garden.

That's outrageous.

Where's the inspector?

I trust this isn't going to take long. It's my daughter's bedtime.

Well, madam, the quicker I learn the truth, the sooner we can all go to bed,

wherever that may prove to be.

This railway ticket, it's second class.

Mrs. Parker saw you getting out of a first -class compartment.

Anything to say about that?

Is it your ticket, Mrs. Moppy?

What? Oh, you went to London yesterday.

What did you do with your ticket?

Did you by any chance give it to Lady Hambry, who wants me to think that she

went to London last night to hear Domingo?

Although, unfortunately for her, Domingo had a cold and couldn't sing.

You see, it just so happens I was there.

Do you often take the rolls just to go to the station?

You took the Merc this morning to go to Summerfields, and it was in the Merc, I

take it, that you drove to Ditko last night, where you got on the train to

Oxford, while Mr McKendrick was busy establishing his alibi at the pub.

And after you dropped Mrs. Parker, he drove you back to Ditko in the Rolls to

pick up the Merc.

Right?

Oh, God.

Looks like we can add driving while disqualified to the other charges.

What charges, may I ask?

Well, now, I take it you didn't buy a ticket.

It did get sold as a defrauding British rail, to start with. For heaven's sake.

And then there's accessory to murder.

John McKendrick, I'm arresting you for murder. You're not obliged to say

anything. It wasn't me. I wasn't even there.

No, no, it's all right, John. Thank you. But, um...

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Those damn photographs.

You don't understand.

My husband.

All those years.

Photographs, paintings, pictures.

He didn't want me.

He never wanted me.

Now, Prudence, there, there.

How long?

Eight years.

Eight years since Bobby was born.

But Georgina's only six.

Georgina's adopted.

She loves children.

Don't you, my pet?

Love little children.

And when Simon went to school... They don't want to know about that.

They want to know about John and me.

Why shouldn't I have some fun before it's too late?

What happened?

She went out there to tell him about... about us.

And found him developing dirty pictures.

See, my girl, my little girl, was being looked after by...

A French flat.

Whore.

A tart.

And he called me a whore.

Me.

He said he'd drag us through the courts.

It was a complete shambles when I arrived.

They'd had a fight.

And she hit him.

He was very weak sort of man, really.

You're trying to tell me it was man slaughter.

Well, I've no idea of the correct technical term.

But it was certainly self -defense.

And the murder.

Roger Meadows.

Are you trying to pretend that was self -defense, too?

Um... Well...

He said he was going to sell the photographs to the gutter press.

He wrote to my husband.

I knew his writing, you see.

He used to write to that slut.

He said he'd sell the photographs to the son, and then my boys would know what

sort of a father they had.

I told John to kill him.

I wouldn't have known what to do myself.

Oh, I think you'd be capable of anything, madam.

What's your koala's name?

Rebecca. Rebecca?

Yes. Oh, it's a little girl.

How long have you had Rebecca?

I don't know.

Is she your friend?

Mm -hmm.

I have to go now, darling.

I don't want you to go, Mummy.

No, I don't want to go either.

Do you have to go?

You must be very brave, Georgie. Just like Mummy.

Georgie, you'll see her again soon.

How dare you call me Georgie? My name's Georgina, and I hate you.

Mummy!

Won't she get away with manslaughter?

Might do.

But she's an accomplice to the murder as well.

You live in a place like this, you think the rules don't apply.

Delusions of grandeur.

Et ego in arcadia vixi.

Oh, yeah?

What does that mean in English?

It means, more or less, there was a serpent even in the Garden of Eden.

God, what an inheritance.