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SINGING I TI DYMUNWN FYW

There's no evidence, Bobby.

There's no evidence of suicide either.

Except that he hanged himself.

He told me if he was ever going to...

he would take a sleeping powder.

So he talked about suicide? Oh, my gosh.

Look, Bobby, I know you're upset. We all are.

But these things happen.

And did he leave a suicide note? Sometimes, they don't, Bobby.

Look at that Savage fellow. John Savage.

Same age as Dr Thomas, rich as Croesus.

Suddenly kills himself, no-one knows why.

DOOR BELL CHIMES

Lady Frances, what a pleasure.

You'll have come for your mother's dress?

I'm told by the experts I must give you this.

There's... There's no need for that. If you'll excuse me.

Isn't it terrible about Dr Thomas?

Terrible.

Of course he was in the war.

Saw some awful things, I imagine.

I imagine so.

You know, Lady Frances, we could easily have

sent this up to the house and saved you the trouble.

Trouble is the point, I'm on probation.

Seeing as I'm here, why don't I take Crowe's uniform with me, too?

Save you the trouble.

PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY

Will you be wanting sandwiches for the train?

Yes, please, Miss Roberts. That would be lovely.

Terrible business, Bobby.

I know you liked him. We all did.

Yes, thank you.

You'll take care of the old man for me?

If he'll let me. Ham and cheese? Please.

When did you start smoking?

Yesterday.

Want one?

SIGHS We can't find the leg.

Alwyn promised his leg to the hospital

and that poor fellow's trying to find out who has it.

Mmm.

COUGHS

You still going to London?

Yes, Pa, I am.

I told him to ask the undertaker.

The funny thing is,

I can't remember if it was right or left.

PASSENGER SNORING

It's a first class ticket, madam. First class is back that way.

I know that, but we've come to fetch a friend.

Does he have a first class ticket?

I doubt it. Or why would he be in a third class compartment?

Why would you? A worthy adversary.

Tell you what. I'll buy him a first class ticket.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

Ah, apparently I'll do nothing of the sort.

But we can sit here, can't we?

Well, you could, if there were seats.

Ah, right. Yes.

What if we swap these with these lovely people?

Hold on. Hello.

George, say "Hello". Would you mind swapping?

Of course they wouldn't mind. I mind. Be quiet.

Thank you so much.

I come bringing gifts.

Also, George. George, Bobby.

Gifts?

Age, colour of eyes, sign of zodiac,

of one Roger Bassington-ffrench.

Presently residing Merroway... Court, Staverley, Hampshire.

Where did you get this? Gentlemen,

you are in the presence of a Mata Hari.

I don't think you mean that.

Don't I? Oh.

You said that Bassington-ffrench said he was looking for a house.

There are precisely two house agents in Marchbolt,

one of whom, David something-or-other,

is now madly in love with me.

We're looking at a June wedding. You're both invited.

"Why, Frankie, you're a marvel." No, really, it was nothing.

"No, really, genius doesn't cover it."

Well, one does try.

"Also, you look deadly in that hat."

Thank you. Do you like it? It's French.

George, darling, be a double darling, and go fetch our luggage.

I'm sorry about Dr Thomas.

He didn't kill himself, Frankie.

Of course he didn't. Roger Bassington-ffrench did it.

Just as he pushed Pritchard off that cliff,

and we're going to prove it. How are we going to do that?

First of all, we'll need a car.

Know anyone in that line of work?

HORN BLOWS

PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY

Thanks very much. All right.

Look around. Take your time.

Bloody hell, Jones. Is he with her?

George is a doctor, apparently.

And a vital part of the plan.

What plan?

By the way...

..I thought we agreed "Jones and Beadon".

We did.

I am absolutely livid.

I told the bloke, you know. Yeah.

I wouldn't bother with the Ford, if I were you.

It's solid, but it leaks more oil than we've ever put in.

What about the Standard? Not bad. I prefer the Triumph.

Depends what you want to use it for.

I want to crash it into a wall at 30 miles an hour.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

Merroway Court, Southampton Road,

at the fork in the road is the gate.

Now, at the bottom of the hill, there's a left turn.

Hold on. How do you know all of this?

I went to St Swithun's.

Where they teach the layouts of Hampshire country houses?

No, it's in Hampshire, you dolt.

Three miles from Staverley. Right.

Lady Frances Derwent driving her newly acquired Standard Nine,

loses control and crashes into the gates of Merroway Court.

Complete wreckage of car,

less complete wreckage of Lady Frances,

who is carried into the house with concussion.

Says who?

Dr George Arbuthnot, Cardiff Royal Infirmary,

happened to be passing by. Extraordinary piece of luck.

But you won't be concussed.

Of course she won't be concussed.

She's not in the car. Correct, friend of Bobby's.

So who's driving? Oh, come on, Jones, you dolt.

The hill is driving, man. Double correct.

I'll let the car roll, and I can jump off the running board

when I get close. That is a terrible plan.

No, no, no. You're not doing that.

Why not? You're just not.

I'll do it.

You can't do it because you've met Bassington-ffrench.

What if he recognises you? You can't take that chance.

We can't take the chance of you

going under the wheels of a runaway car.

Sorry. I won't allow it.

Allow it? Where on earth do you get off

allowing things all over the place?

Frankie, you're only in this because of me.

If something happens to you... Kids, kids, kids.

Simple. I'll do it.

George will be at the bottom of the hill.

He'll make sure no traffic comes. He will signal to me.

Hold on, where do I get the flag?

Don't you have a handkerchief? Well, I can buy one.

You can buy a flag.

You can't use a flag as a handkerchief.

So George will signal to me, I will signal to Knocker.

Can you whistle? I beg your bleeding pardon.

WHISTLES

But you'll be nervous, don't forget, dry lips.

Two handkerchiefs.

Do you think he can do it? I know he can.

I'm worried about you.

This isn't a game, Frankie.

You could be heading into the house of a killer.

How long would it take you to grow a moustache?

I don't know. Never tried. Couple of weeks, probably.

For God's sake. I could do it quicker than that.

Knocker, that was immense.

Any time.

You know, we never actually talked about the...

payment for the car.

HISSING

Wait a minute. We never said anything about blood.

We have to have blood. It's of the essence.

Whose blood? I don't know, you're the doctor.

Yes, I am, and yet oddly I appear to have travelled

to London without any blood in a bottle.

CLEARS THROAT

Oh, hell.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right. Is Knocker all right?

ENGINE REVVING

Is she all right? She's all right.

Knocker's all right. Good.

Help!

Good breakfast, was it? Oh, shut up.

There's been an accident! She's dead!

There's blood everywhere! Come quick!

Please help! Help us, quick!

Help! This way, by the gate.

Oh, my Lord! What happened? Is there a room I can carry this lady into?

Huge crash! Where can we go?

She must be taken care of at once!

Where, where, where? Over there! Sitting room.

WOMAN: Will you telephone for a doctor?

Just down here.

HE GROANS Oh.

Is she, uh, badly hurt?

I can't say yet.

Should I make some tea or... ?

No, I'm fine, thanks.

Oh.

We'll, um...

HE SIGHS God Almighty!

Give you that. You were excellent!

How long do you think?

HE PANTS Erm...

I'd like to get it below 150. Yes, all right. All right.

Sorry.

Do you want a bandage?

Plaster might be nice.

She American? I couldn't say.

Pretty sure.

No sign of Roger, though. I wonder where he is.

Frankie, old thing... it's not my field, obviously,

but I think the Trojan Horse works better if you're in it,

not riding it.

Thank you for all of this.

It's all right. It's quite fun in a way.

You think you're going to get in trouble,

lose your licence or something?

Probably.

Good luck, old puffin.

Be careful, won't you?

Ah, not too bad. SHE EXHALES

But not too good either. Erm, concussed.

Ideally, she needs to stay put for a couple of days,

but, of course, I've realised that would be an inconvenience for you.

No, no, not at all.

Are you sure? I can quite easily...

I wouldn't hear of it, please. Well, if you insist.

Yes, here's my card in case you need me.

Dr George Arbuthnot.

Well, thank you so much, Doctor. How lucky that you were passing.

Yeah, isn't it? Yeah.

I suppose a doctor should see her tomorrow

just to make sure she's getting on all right?

Ah, I don't think there's any need for that.

Perhaps, but I'd certainly feel better.

Well, y-yes, erm...

It seems the lady is a Christian Scientist.

She won't have anything to do with doctors.

None too pleased to find me there, let me tell you.

Erm, no! If you need anything, give me a call.

Oh.

But... But you're in Cardiff. Yes.

Better get moving.

Oh! Blast, I left my...

Will you excuse me just one moment?

Ah, here it is.

I've told them you're a Christian Scientist.

What? W-Why? I don't know anything about Christian Scientists.

Well, hopefully, neither do they.

Ground floor, bedroom. Thank God.

If they'd have said third floor, I'd have dropped her and legged it.

Was he there, Bassington-ffrench?

I didn't see him. Butler and an American woman with red hair.

I left my card, which will doubtless be exhibit A. Cheers.

Wives and sweethearts. May they never meet.

I might stay.

We've got some rooms here, for a day or two, to be sure.

CROWS CAWING

GUN FIRES DISTANTLY

No luggage, sir?

Can't get much on a motorcycle. Five shilling, then, in advance.

There you go.

That's our little joke.

You are in the Angler's Arms after all.

Izaak Walton stayed here, you know? More than once.

Author of The Compleat Angler.

He's buried in Winchester Cathedral.

Right.

Other people have stayed here, too, though, since then?

Since 1650? Yes.

Now, will you take an ale?

I've got an Audertons Superior, or a Cladhams if you prefer,

though I will have to change the barrel.

Do you know, I do love a Cladhams.

Hello?

SYLVIA SIGHS You poor thing.

I went down to see your car, goodness.

Gosh, my car.

I can't really remember much.

Oh, I'm not surprised. You've had a terrible shock.

You just get some rest. I'm having your luggage brought down.

Oh, no, please.

Oh, no, don't. You stay right where you are.

Thank you.

I can't really remember where that is.

Merroway Court, near Staverley.

My name is Sylvia Bassington-ffrench.

Frances Derwent. That much I remember.

Frances. Can I bring you anything?

Oh, no. MAN: What the hell is going on?

E-Excuse me.

Keep your voice down.

We have a guest, she's been involved in an accident.

Please calm down.

Um, Frances, my husband Henry.

How do you do?

She... She's not doing well, poor thing.

Neither is my wall.

You're the driver?

Yes. I'm so sorry, I can't imagine what could have happened.

The doctor said she must stay here and rest.

Is Roger back? I'll need help moving that car.

I'm so sorry for all the trouble.

Oh, don't be, please. Um, you just rest.

I'll send some food in a while.

DOOR CLOSES

And she went flying about ten feet into the air.

MAN: D'you mean that American lady? She might have been American.

She were dressed like a man.

She had, like, this suit and tie thing on. Anyway...

We have some cold mutton if you fancy it.

Er, no, thank you.

You know, it's, er... it's just occurred to me,

a friend of mine mentioned this place two weeks ago.

Alan Carstairs. South African?

That's him. He didn't fish, neither.

Odd fellow, he pushed off in the middle of the night,

left his luggage, everything. Huh.

Sounds like Alan, impulsive.

I could take him his luggage.

No, I've already sent it. Some club in London.

IMITATING FRANCES: How can I ever repay you, Ben?

MEN GIGGLING

There was an accident today in Merroway Court.

Ben saved a woman's life.

That's what we're being asked to believe.

Huh. Merroway Court is...?

That's the big house in Staverley.

Well, The Grange is a really big one the other way,

but there's no-one living there,

or choosing to live there, I should say,

because... see, it's, erm...

What's the word? Loony bin!

No, Benjamin. That is not the word.

Clinic, I think they call it, or sanitorium.

Either way, it's not a happy place.

You know how I can tell when it's a full moon

even when I'm down in the cellar?

How?

I can hear them.

Well, that was delicious.

I can't thank you enough.

Frances, you are welcome to stay as long as you need,

or want, on one condition,

no more thanking, no more apologising.

It's gonna be very difficult because I owe you...

Ah, ah, ah!

SYLVIA LAUGHS

RUSTLING

WOMAN EXCLAIMS

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm not... I know you.

I'm not going to hurt you. Tell me what's going on.

I want to help, I promise.

It's too late.

ENGINE POWERING OFF

CHURCH ORGAN PLAYING

Well, that was just lovely.

I thought it was my son playing for a moment.

I knew for certain it wasn't Janice.

Where is your son now? London.

Gone to make his fortune or lose mine.

Where in London?

Are you a friend of his?

Yes.

I'm afraid I don't know the address.

Telephone?

Do you know...

..I think I'm going to ask you to leave.

DOOR OPENS

Morning, Reverend. Morning.

Thought I'd stop by, let you know to keep an eye out.

Keep an eye out? For what?

We've had some bicycles go missing the last couple of weeks.

I saw yours just now.

SHE EXHALES

DOOR OPENING

Oh, you're up. That's good. How are you feeling?

Better, I think.

Why was the door locked? Oh, that was me.

I knew Roger was coming back last night,

and I didn't want him barging in here looking for a nightcap.

And Roger is? Henry's brother.

And then there's our son, Tommy, who you'll meet.

In fact, we're having breakfast now if you feel up to it.

Yes, it might do me good, moving a little.

EXPLOSION

What was that?

Roger has a running feud with a flock of crows.

He lights these strings of fireworks,

and they go off every half hour or so.

Murder, isn't it?

Murder of crows.

CROWS CAWING

DOOR OPENS

Morning, all.

Ah, here she is, the barbarian at the gate.

You met Henry, and this is Tommy.

Roger Bassington-ffrench.

With two small Fs? That's the one. Come.

Mrs Connelly's laid one of her magical kedgerees.

How did you know about the small Fs?

I'm American, it took me a while to get the hang of it.

I saw it on an envelope in the room.

It's unusual, isn't it?

Try cashing a cheque. Come sit opposite me. Tea?

Please.

Cash your own cheques, do you, Roger?

Not if I can help it, Henry. No.

May I call you Frances? You may not. Frankie.

And thank you all for being so kind to me.

Frankie and Bobby, eh?

Oh, hang on, what am I talking about?

Frankie and Johnny, isn't it?

# She shot her man

# Cos he done her wrong. #

TAPPING SOFTLY

Please stop that infernal tapping!

DOOR SLAMS

Well, post's later than usual.

Don't worry, old man. My singing was worse.

I'm afraid your husband must be furious about the damage.

I know I would be.

I promise, I'll get the car removed and organise repairs.

Nonsense.

You are an invalid, also our guest.

Roger will take care of things, won't you, Roger?

IMITATING HENRY: Cash your own cheques, do you, Roger?

Sylvia's far too polite to say it, so allow me to apologise

for my brother's oafish behaviour.

I can only promise next time you see him

he will be in a much better mood.

Come on, Tommy dear. SHE CLEARS THROAT

Let's see if we can find those boots.

DOOR CLOSES

ROGER SINGS INDISTINCTLY

So...

Frankie, tell me about yourself.

Omitting no detail, large or small.

You first.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

Morning, Mr Jones. Will you be taking breakfast?

Yes. First, I was wondering if I could use your telephone?

Local? Trunk.

Bayswater, London.

MAN: Amelia, would you call the girl while you're up?

AMELIA: I've called her twice already.

Did she hear you? I think she's coming.

Huh? Bayswater.

Just a little bit.

Lovely.

HE MUMBLES

Ah!

Sorry to keep you, darling.

Bit of bother with the Old Bill.

Stupid fool, he wanted me to pay some money.

HE LAUGHS

Marchbolt, in Wales?

Yes, have you heard of it? Not many people have.

Damnedest thing, I was there not long ago.

Really, why?

HE EXHALES Long story.

I'm an invalid.

Hmm, pretty healthy-looking invalid, all things considered.

SHE CHUCKLES

You're right, I should probably go and lie down.

Mm-hm.

Sure I can't help you with the car?

Quite sure.

Glad you're here, Frankie.

Thank you. For whatever reason.

HE CHUCKLES

SOBBING AND SNIFFING

SOBBING CONTINUES

Sorry, I was just...

looking for a telephone.

I thought I should let my people know where I was.

In case they missed me.

SYLVIA SOBS

Shall I...? I'm sorry.

SOBBING

What's wrong? SYLVIA SOBS

Oh!

It's all right.

SYLVIA SNIFFS Is it Henry?

You can tell me. Or not.

I've got concussion, so I probably won't remember anyway.

Yes, it's Henry.

Is he unhappy?

SYLVIA SIGHS

Oh, he's happy right now.

Blissfully happy, I imagine.

My husband is addicted to morphia.

A package delivered twice a week.

At this moment, Henry is lying on the floor of his study

with a hypodermic needle in his arm.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. SYLVIA SNIFFS

ROGER SINGING INDISTINCTLY

SNIFFLING

HORN BEEPING

ENGINE RECEDING

PHONE RINGING

KNOCKER: 'Beadon and Jones, Fine Automobiles.'

Knocker, has Frankie called?

'She has not, old son. I thought you were with her?'

No, she's in that house with Bassington-ffrench.

Listen, if she calls, tell her I'm at The Angler's Arms.

It's half... I know where it is.

You want my opinion, that girl can handle herself.

'Just make sure you get the money for the car, you know.'

Speaking of which, hands on deck. We've got a customer.

Can I help you, sir?

I am looking for Bobby Jones.

Oh, not at this post, I'm afraid. However, as senior partner...

Where is Bobby Jones?

I just told you, he's not here. And that's all you need to know.

You are Beadon?

That's right, Ralph Andrew Beadon.

Midshipman.

QB-91758.

And you play the church organ.

Bach, is what the Reverend told me.

Not that it makes a difference. Bloody hate churches.

Baptised in one, I never went back.

You are a friend of Bobby Jones?

No, I'm not.

A friend is someone you drink with.

Play darts. I got plenty of those.

Whereas, Bobby...

It's funny. He seems like a mild chap.

But mild chaps don't jump into the North Atlantic

in the middle of winter.

Pitch black, 30-foot swell.

That is a shipmate.

Go on, on your way.

PHONE RINGING

Beadon and Jones, Fine Automobiles.

Knocker, it's Frankie. Is Bobby there?

He's in Staverley, half a mile up the road.

What's he doing there? 'Looking out for you.'

Got a soft heart, that boy.

Soft-headed, more like.

He's supposed to be in London so he can drive the car down.

What car? Listen...

CHOKING AND GASPING

Knocker?

Knocker? Hello?

GRUNTS

KNOCKER GRUNTS

Knocker? Is everything all right?

Yes, I was just arranging for a car to come down.

You have another car?

Not really, the Lagonda belongs to my father.

Lagonda? Oof! Tommy's gonna love that.

Well, I'll gladly take him for a spin.

Me first. All right.

And we can talk about your brother.

HE SIGHS

KNOCKER GROANS Are you all right, sir?

SOFTLY: Nice car, man.

It seemed to me, and I know I have no right to say this,

but she needed to tell someone.

No, you're right. This has been hell for her.

When I'm away, she has no family here, no friends.

She has me.

What are you like when you're not concussed?

It's all arranged. I spoke to Moira.

Good for you, Sylv. Does Henry know?

No, he won't care. It's nothing official.

He'll come to lunch tomorrow, and Dr Nicholson will simply observe.

Who's Dr Nicholson?

He runs The Grange, about half a mile from here.

They specialise in mental disorders.

Addictions, that sort of thing.

They're neighbours, so we see them now and then.

No reason for Henry to suspect that he's...

My brother is ill, Frankie.

He needs treatment.

According to some, Dr Nicholson's the best there is.

There is a young lady to see you, Mr Jones.

Hello. I can't stay here very long.

All right.

You said you could help me.

Yes. I mean, I'll try.

Are you safe now? How did you get out?

Get out? You're from The Grange?

Yes. Well, I've seen it. It's a fortress.

I didn't imagine they allowed patients to come and go.

I'm not a patient!

My name is Moira Nicholson. My husband is the institute director.

Well, what were you doing at Merroway Court?

James... is a very brilliant man.

A genius, I'm told.

He won a prize last year in Rome for his work

in electroconvulsive therapy.

I don't know what that is.

The induction of seizures by means of sinusoidal waveform therapy

in the treatment of mental disorders.

He made me learn that to stop people asking questions.

I imagine that works.

One of his patients, William, was a fireman.

He also set fires.

It's not uncommon, apparently, for people to spend their lives

fighting the thing they secretly love.

And you think your husband is fighting madness?

They don't use that word at The Grange.

But James has used it about me.

You don't strike me as mad.

How do I strike you?

Moira... HORN BEEPING

HORN BEEPING

Will you wait here for a moment?

Does, uh, the name "Alan Carstairs" mean anything to you?

South African, maybe?

HORN BEEPING

Bobby Jones, well met.

Lady Frances instructed me to deliver the Lagonda

into your care.

Where have you come from? I was told you'd be in London.

I met Mr Beadon instead.

Took him to Charing Cross Hospital.

Hospital, why? ENGINE ROARING

Oh, for crying out loud!

What happened to Knocker, is he OK?

An angry customer is all I can think.

He was badly beaten.

Oh, my God! Right, er... I need to go. Charing Cross.

Mr Beadon said that might be your reaction.

He also said if you abandoned your watch,

he'd personally knock your teeth out.

I simply passed the message on.

Also, Lady Frances asked me to give you this.

Train from Staverley in one hour.

Good luck to you, Bobby Jones.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYING

Excellent. Join us, Miss Derwent.

Have a drink, will you? Henry, she's convalescing.

And we will make a convalescent, luminescent, effervescent...

I can't think of any others.

Iridescent. Bingo!

Whatever it is, it shall contain gin.

BOTH CHUCKLE "Gin-escent".

Gosh, I shouldn't.

It's very simple. Do what I do, just before I do it.

You dance very well.

You lie very well. What's your secret?

I don't have a secret.

Want to borrow one of mine?

My wife wants to put me away, in the nuthouse...

to give me convulsions.

They used to use Metrazol, now it's electric shocks.

PHONE RINGING

Ask me how they got the idea.

From pigs, slaughtering them.

The electric shocks make them numb, so they're easier to kill.

Clever, isn't it? HE LAUGHS

HE LAUGHS MANIACALLY

Frankie, telephone.

HE LAUGHS

Says his name's Steve.

Think I'll have another. Oh, dear.

Hello? HENRY LAUGHS

'Are you all right?' Yes, thank you, Steve.

'Is the car near?' The car's fine, are you?

Are you safe?

As far as I can tell.

Sylv. Sounds like Frankie's making a run for it.

'Head her off, will you?' Who's that? Is that him?

Yes, Steve, that's correct.

Frankie, you're not leaving? The doctor said you had to stay.

I can be there in two minutes.

Steve, can you tell me the condition of the car?

'Did you have any luck finding out what the problem was?'

The dead man's name is Alan Carstairs, South African.

He was here in Staverley two weeks ago.

'Also, the Caymans are up at The Grange.

'Something really odd is going on here, Frankie.'

I think you need to get out while you still can.

'If you don't say no, I'll be there.'

No. I will call you if I need you.

Good night.

Frank... DIAL TONE SOUNDS

OBJECTS CRASHING

I am not a bloody child.

SHOUTS: I'm all right.

CROWS CAWING

Goodness, don't you look dashing?

Where'd you go to school, Tommy?

Mincham. Mincham?

I went to St Swithun's. We used to dance against Mincham.

Oh, you're up. Good.

We didn't want to leave without telling you.

Um, come along, Tommy dear, go get your cap, please.

Leave? Church.

It's early, but the vicar has another service in Winchester.

Um, will you be all right?

Why don't I come with you? You know...

SHE SPEAKS FRENCH

But you're a Christian Scientist.

Was it the shoes?

Uh, no. Um, the doctor said.

Said that I'm a Christian Scientist? Yes, which I absolutely am.

I just thought after last night, I should be with you.

Oh, that is so sweet. HORN BEEPING

Thank you, my dear.

I'm fine.

We shan't be long. Tommy!

You're a bad woman, Derwent.

Good morning, Steve.

Good morning, your Ladyship. MUTTERS: You all right?

Yes, you? Fine.

Chauffeurs don't ring the bell, by the way.

What do they do? I don't know, just appear.

Oh, right. I'll try that, then.

SHE HUMS

DOOR OPENS

Hello, sir. I'm Steve,

I've come to deliver...

News.

Thank you.

We've got Roger, suspect number one.

Tommy, who we think is in the clear, being seven.

Sylvia, who's married to Henry.

Henry, the drug addict.

You know, I really don't think Roger is number one.

Why not?

Mm, I don't know, it just seems so unlikely. A man like that.

A man like what?

It's hard to explain, but he doesn't seem the type.

What type are we expecting, exactly?

A one-eyed hunchback with foot-long fingernails?

He is rather handsome.

Oh, he's handsome. Oh, well, then.

You should see him with Tommy. It is very sweet.

Frankie, what has that got to do with anything?

Carstairs might've thought he was sweet

before he was pushed off a cliff.

We don't know he was pushed. You were the one who...

Look, Dr Thomas did not hang himself. We know that much.

Yes, but that has nothing to do with Roger.

He wasn't in Marchbolt then.

You mean, he says he wasn't.

Sylvia said it, too.

It was on the 18th, and he was here doing tricks

at Tommy's birthday party.

Funny voices and impressions which he's actually very good at.

Oh.

Roger's in the clear, I'm afraid.

Look, I'm not saying there's not something going on here.

I'm just much more curious about this Nicholson character.

What makes you say that?

The morphia.

Isn't it so odd that someone would try and poison you,

and then it shows up here?

How many people have access to a drug like that?

It gets odder still.

Because last night, I met the woman in the photograph.

The Cayman broad? No, the real woman.

In the real photograph. The one I've been dreaming about.

Her name is Moira Nicholson. And her husband...

Is Dr Nicholson.

And according to Moira, Dr Nicholson is a very dangerous man.

And you believe her?

Yes, I believe her.

She pretty? She's frightened.

Oh.

She's pretty frightened. She's very frightened.

And irrelevantly pretty.

What if we're in the wrong house?

Maybe I should have crashed into The Grange.

Well, whichever house you crashed into,

we still don't know who Evans is.

We don't know who they are, what didn't they ask him, and why.

Are they all out, at the moment?

What do you mean, dreaming about?

Can we just...?

WHISPERS: Sylvia and Henry's.

Tommy.

See, does this really look like the room of a killer?

How would I know?

Oh, God.

Mustard-yellow waistcoat. Now anything's possible.

Well, I'll be damned. A four-bed house in Marchbolt.

That's the Willoughby's. How much are they asking?

LOUD MUSIC PLAYING

Stay here.

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

DOOR OPENS

There was a... I heard a car.

CAR DOOR CLOSES

MAN WHISTLING

Tommy, come and look at this. That is an...

Thank you.

It's the Nicholsons, darling, they've come for lunch.

HENRY GROANS

Tommy.

Would you like to drive her? HE CHUCKLES

Just lunch, Henry, it's just lunch.

That is an absolute beaut.

Bet you get some pace out of that thing, huh?

Roger, where are you going? Trying to get some of this church off me.

Why, everything all right?

Yes.

Oh, there you go. Roger...

..why don't I take you for a spin now?

It's supposed to rain later, and it's much more fun when it's dry.

Hang on a minute.

ROGER SIGHS Come on. Better be quick.

Good Lord, where did he come from?

You know chauffeurs, they just appear.

Good man. Roger.

ROGER SIGHS

HE EXHALES

Frankie, I'd like you to meet Moira Nicholson.

And this is Dr Nicholson.

How do you do? I've heard lots about you.

And I, you.

Really? I doubt that.

You'd be surprised.

Your accident caused quite a stir in the village.

Well, you know, that's how I like my villages.

Perhaps because it was not an accident.

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