All language subtitles for Murder Most English Pt. 2⁄7 - Hopjoy Was Here Pt. 2⁄Lonelyheart 4122 Pt. 1 (1080p) st. Anton Rodgers (İngilizce_ASR)

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Are you the killer?

>> Am I the watchman?

>> Oh, no. You're not Mr. Rasmosen, are

you? He's a Dane or something.

Anyway, he's the killer from Golding

Mash, if you must know. Ours has got a

septic thumb.

>> Uh, your killer.

>> The pigs. He kills the pigs.

>> Oh, no. I'm not Mr. Rasmmerson, but you

are Mrs. Krill, I take it.

>> Why?

>> Why don't you ask me in?

>> I'd like to talk to you.

I've just been over to the South Circuit

garage.

>> What are they giving away this week?

>> Potted plant with every four gallons as

it happens.

>> But one thing they didn't give away, car

boy full of acid nicked.

>> When?

>> Well, they couldn't say for sure. It's

not the sort of thing they check very

often. But it must have been sometime in

the last Fortnite.

Had a quick look around while I was

there. Place is wide open. Anybody could

have walked in and had it wearing the

boot if they'd picked the time right.

>> And if they knew it was there,

>> just to cheer myself up, I took a look

at the customer list.

>> And

>> Hop George's got an account there.

Petrol and servicing.

>> They're quite keen to have a word with

him. As a matter of fact, he's in the

red to something like 100 quid.

>> When was he last there? Do they

remember?

>> He hasn't been there for a month or so,

but his car has twice in the last

Fortnite. Driven by a friend of his.

I don't suppose you happen to know the

friend's name, do you?

>> Perium. Mr. Gordon Perry. Keeps a

tobacco in his shop.

>> But he doesn't smoke.

>> Yes, I know.

[snorts]

>> Mwin dandles all the farm business.

Anyway, you're wasting your time if

you're selling something. He's well

satisfied with everything he gets.

>> That I can believe.

>> Is he a bite? He's up the top field.

Arrowing.

>> He must be.

>> I don't like sarcastic people. Just tell

me what you want, will you?

>> I'm trying to trace a friend of mine.

>> Someone around here, you mean?

>> I think he's been here. In fact, I know

he's been here.

>> What's his name?

>> Hoboy. Brian [music] Hopjoy.

>> You never heard of him?

>> Uh, but I think you have.

>> What are you insinuating?

But my sole interest, Mrs. Crow, is in

what brought him to this farm and in

what he learned here. Perhaps now we

understand each other.

>> I don't know who you are or what's been

said, but it's not true.

And even if it was, it's none of your

damn business.

>> All right,

I'm going to ask you to trust me. I

could tell him my name, it's Ross, as a

matter of fact, and the nature of my

work, but there really would be no point

in doing so. I can neither prove my

identity nor give you convincing

evidence of my profession. If I could,

it would cease to be my profession.

You don't understand. Naturally, you're

not expected to understand. At least,

let me assure you that what might seem

to you duplicity and mystification are

terribly necessary.

>> Oh, you mean you're a spy?

>> Why should you think that?

>> Because Brian gave me more or less the

same speech when he first came here.

Why did he say he came here in the first

place?

>> He said it was about three casual

workers we had on here at the time.

Wanted to keep an eye on them or

something. Europeans they were.

>> I see. Where are they now?

>> Moved on. How should I know?

You better not let my husband catch you.

He'll be back for his dinner soon.

>> Perhaps we should meet again.

>> He sent you, didn't he?

>> Who?

>> You think I don't know what's going on?

Pop Joyy's moved on, so he sent you.

>> Is that really what you think?

>> I suppose you're quite nice, really

in a way.

>> My way could be your way.

>> I like a man in a collar and tie.

Neptune Hotel.

>> My dear Mr. Hot Joy, blah blah blah. I

may no doubt look forward to the

satisfactory adjustment of your account,

etc. George Toer, gentleman's

hairdresser to goods £15.75.

A remittance will oblige or no more of

same can be supplied. The finance

company about his car. Dear Mr. Mr.

Octroy blah blah blah regarding the

confidential work undertaken by you for

HM government requiring you to foster a

false appearance of impuniosity. I

regret we must decline your invitation

to seek confirmation from the minister

of state and accordingly must advise you

that unless installments are brought up

to date etc etc etc. Eight of them. All

very much the same. Dear sir, unless

>> I don't know why you didn't wear a

little badge. B. Hop joy squire. Counter

espionage agent available for

>> Where did I put that letter? Sid.

>> What letter?

>> The anonymous letter. The letter.

>> There must be thousands of pads like

that around.

You know, it's funny. With one thing and

another, all that money trouble and

everything, you might almost say that

getting himself done must have come as a

happy release,

>> if you see what I mean.

>> I do indeed, said. I do indeed.

Well,

>> it would appear he blew his cover.

>> Oh my god.

>> He must have had a very compelling

reason.

>> Drawing the quarry out into the open,

offering himself his bait.

>> I don't know, but whatever. The

situation had clearly become critical.

>> Nicest little job I've had in years.

Absolutely fascinating.

As a matter of fact, I hardly know where

to begin

>> by sitting down perhaps.

>> Number one, the bath.

>> Yes. Well, we all know about that, don't

we? Slight discoloration of enamel

consistent with submersion in highly

concentrated sulfuric acid acid traces

on the floor. No distinguishable

fingerprints on basin. Damn it. Still

asking a bit much. Oh, now then drains.

Didn't do too badly with drains.

Uh, analysis of contents of drain trap

establishments of unusual quantities of

fat and carbon compounds, possibly of

animal derivation.

Also, distinct calcium traces.

You're with me there, are you, Squire?

>> The late Mr. Hoproy, I presume. Mind

you, you mustn't run away with the idea

that anything like exact identification

is possible. It's all a bit uh

tentative.

>> Oh, quite. Yes. Quite

>> circumstantially impressive all the

same. I'm only sorry that there wasn't

anything um exciting in the solid line.

Plastic buttons, gold teeth, that sort

of thing.

>> Yes, pity.

>> Now, this has been giving us a few

headaches, I must say. It was caught in

that little grill thing underneath the

bath plug.

>> Animal, vegetable, or mineral?

>> Oh, mineral. Almost certainly nylon.

>> Nail brush.

>> Oh, too long. Anyway, it wouldn't be

joined up like that. It's not out of a

brush of any kind. Nobody at the lab had

a clue.

>> Are you worried about it?

>> Well, of course I'm worried about it.

>> Of course, it might have nothing to do

with the case.

>> 5 to n's navel. Absolutely bloody

nothing. Squire elimination though.

That's what counts. Elimination.

Now then, where were we? Oh, [laughter]

blood stains. Bathroom floor walls on

the razor blade.

Now, I don't quite see how this razor

blade fits in. I mean, it couldn't have

been used as a weapon, could it? I mean,

you don't fell a bloke with a hammer and

then cut his throat. That would be sheer

ostentation. Now then, what do you make

of this?

And this one has been pulled up even

farther.

The hammer head.

>> Oh, yes.

>> And you can of course see what's wrong.

Well, to be perfectly honest, I

>> no crushing, no skin, no follicles.

>> You're perfectly right. Of course, not a

follicle in sight.

>> You see, Squire, it's reasonable to

expect that hairs are going to stick to

a hammer when it's been used to bash

somebody's head in. But they get

squeezed between two hard surfaces,

steel and bone, for a fraction of a

second before the skull gives way. So,

naturally, they're bound to show some

damage.

These don't.

>> Another thing, the hairs, or some of

them are bound to come out, roots and

all, plus the odd bit of skin. In this

case,

>> can you say who these hairs belong to?

>> Well, certainly not Pium from the others

we checked against. Almost certainly

friend Hopjoy.

>> So, there you go, Squire.

What do you make of that?

Well, you've certainly been thorough.

>> It's just as well said that I didn't

clap perium and irons, isn't it?

>> Well, I couldn't have been blamed if I

had. I just knew there was something too

patent the setup in that house. And of

course, it was too much to expect a nice

conclusive lab report with follicles.

>> Sorry, Squire. Let me make this clear.

What you're saying is that these hairs.

>> Do I understand, Mr. B? Oh, forgive me.

I'll take these.

Sit down. Sit down.

>> So, do you think that an arrest would be

um unwise at this stage?

>> Well, it's this business of the hammer

that's spoiling everything, sir.

>> Yes, I do.

>> To go to all that trouble to per me. Oh

yes, thank you.

>> Yeah, Caesar

had to go to all that trouble to dispose

of the corpse and then apparently to

manufacture evidence of violence. You

know, I hate to see subtlety showing

through this sort of thing.

>> I think so, though, that Perium's the

only candidate.

>> Yes, well, I don't know him myself, of

course, from all accounts, he sounds a

decent enough sort of fellow. Why on

earth would he want to do such a

frightful thing?

>> Frightful and premeditated, sir, if

stealing that acid a week beforehand is

anything to go by. Whatever the motive

must have been a pathological intensity,

if indeed there was one.

>> Any money involved?

>> Oh, far from it, sir.

Pop joy left only debts. Debts and a lot

of bad feeling.

>> One doesn't want to be uncharitable.

I suppose we shouldn't ignore.

Well, you know, two chaps living on

their own in the same house.

>> Uh, I think there's no doubt, sir, that

uh Hot Joy was almost aggressively

heterosexual.

>> Oh, what? Well, well, I'm glad to hear

it. One knows the sort of thing that

goes on, of course, but I'd hate to

think of you, Perbrite, as having to

fish in those waters.

>> Oh, by the way, I had a word with Ross.

Now, he doesn't see Perry, as being

involved in any way in their parliament.

He's cleared. In fact, they're looking

far from other appeal.

>> So, I believe so.

>> However, I wouldn't want them running

into any unpleasantness. After all, they

are our guests. Well, you know, in a

sense.

>> I'll do my best to look after them, sir.

>> Well, good.

>> I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

>> I don't pretend to be an encyclopedia,

Mr. Pumphrey. I thought that by calling

in a couple of local experts, it might

save you a great deal of time.

>> I suppose you realize this information

is highly confidential.

>> It's all right, Perbr, right? I'm sure

you can question your chaps in a way

that won't set any rabbits running. Eh,

[clears throat]

>> George Toto.

Now, then tell us what you know about

him.

>> Put it at all, George. Inspector, the

barber down in uh Spindle Lane.

>> Spindle Lane. That's it. The rubber

king.

>> You know old George, sir.

>> Of course I know him, but these

gentlemen don't. It's for their benefit.

I want you to tell us about him.

>> Oh, see. Well, I'm all s ugly as vomit.

He'd help anyone though, wouldn't he?

Said

>> the reckon was him that fixed up Lady

Vera with that third husband of hers.

You know, the boot salesman with the one

here. Mind you, I reckon she started

drinking air by then. That's how she

came to meet George. I suppose

>> is Mr. Toer. What are his political

affiliations?

>> Well, I know Lady Vera is a

conservative.

>> They don't risk letting up many more

fates. Of course,

>> I've got a feeling George is laboring.

>> Oh, not the politics would stop him

doing a good turn if he could.

>> Bit of a flannel of the mind.

>> All right. Still, there's many a family

in this town. It' be too big to be fed

if it hadn't been for George and his

little packets of three.

>> Yes. And perhaps we're not in the same

tech, Sergeant. What can you tell me

about this man's associates?

>> I have an idea. is in a team of bell

ringers.

>> Hi, the reckon is quite religious on the

sideline.

>> I don't think he's what you might call

associated with anybody special. I mean,

why should he be?

>> The man who seems to have no associate

sergeant is generally the man who's

taken great care to conceal them.

>> So much for Mr. Tozer, it seems. Now,

what about this um hopalong character?

>> The crutchy Anderson.

>> Oh, right. Little villain is all

crutchy. Hey, don't say he's been asking

you to teach him how to play snooker.

>> I'd like to know who he is, that's all.

Well, he's a book his assistant. That's

who he is.

>> He appears to do most of his business in

back alleys. Why is that, Inspector? You

have betting shops here like everywhere

else.

>> Oh, indeed we have. The local people,

some of them think of them as a bit for

dig. Besides, fertiveness conveys a

certain cash. Don't you find Mr. Ross?

>> He mentioned to me that he'd lost his

leg on a shipping run to Archangel.

>> That's right. Frostbite. Other times

it's sharks in the Pacific. Anything to

touch it for a pint.

>> He used to work on a shrimp boat over at

Charmsbury. Only one day he got drunk,

put his leg in the shrimp copper, cooked

to the bone, it was before he pulled in

clear.

>> But he was a sailor, which means that he

could have established contacts abroad,

isn't it?

>> Well, if you call the sand banks two

miles off the estry abroad, I suppose he

could. That's as far as the shrimp has

ever gone.

>> To the best of your knowledge, which

brings us, I suppose, to uh farmer and

Mrs. Ted Croll out at Mumblesby, Bill.

Well, it's my considered opinion that

young Bernardets had more fetic than I

ever got dinners.

>> It would seem that uh Mrs. Croll has a

reputation for promiscuity. Is that to

the point, Mr. Ro?

>> Security-wise, moral chitude is always

the point, Inspector. The person that we

are interested in was following the

sound principle when he put Mrs. Croll

under suffice.

>> Yes. Yes.

>> What? Absolutely. You know it's funny we

should be talking about old Torra talk

as he used to send blocks up there to

keep Bernardet company

direct connection CDNF.

>> Hi fancies himself in the matchmaking

line like they say he's got a list of

all the lonely wives in flax. [snorts]

>> Are you suggesting that Mrs. Kroll is in

the public domain favor wise as it were?

>> Well that's how it's told.

>> Oh

>> well. Yeah. I reckon he'll think twice

before sending up another standing for

Ted Cru.

>> Why? What happened? Well, they say Ted

turned up and caught the last one.

Chucked him through the bedroom window

like a thoughtload of sugar beat. I

don't know who it was. I could find out

for you if you like.

>> Would you like me to have a word, Mrs.

Croll?

>> You keep away from mumbles, Lucid. Could

God have to go in pairs to read the

meters in that parish?

>> Bill, it might be interesting if you

could find out who.

>> Does anyone know who Rasmuson is?

>> He's a Dane. Used to have a farm of his

own over at Palar's Bridge until the

government took all that land over. I

think he does our jobs nowadays, isn't

he? Yeah, slaughtering for one.

>> There'd be nothing unusual in Krill

wanting a pig slaughtered. I suppose

>> another one you mean.

>> And not with you.

>> Don't you remember, Inspector? I told

you he had one slaughtered a fart night

ago. That's all. Only someone pinched

out the carcass from where it was

hanging in the barn.

>> Crawl's been on. I mean, non-stop about

it since. Swearing blue murderer.

>> Fascinating, I'm sure. Hardly relevant,

I would thought.

>> Quite.

One other thing, Arred. You said the

government had taken over Rasmuson's

farm. How did that come about?

>> All the land around there was taken.

Compulsory purchase, I think they call

it, for that big establishment place at

uh whatchamacallit timble Bay.

>> Timble Bay. That's [music] right.

Thank you so much.

Fraon think it's from a baby's

hairbrush. Porty plastic a fishing line.

And Hoffman's plum for the retaining

thread on a gyro compass. Take your

pick.

Not a great deal of help, I would have

thought. Anyway, I'll keep trying. Now

then, the tar

>> hole in the boot, actually. Few strands

of straw, almost certainly the car boy

wrapping.

>> And more to the point, blood stains. All

recent. Definitely recent, but decidedly

not human.

>> So there you go, squire.

Tell me, Mr. Warlock. This business of

the blood stains.

I suppose you could tell fairly easily

whether they're animal or human.

>> Obviously.

>> Suppose some flesh, blood, and bone were

reduced right down to their chemical

constituents. You know, carbon, water,

calcium salts, and so on. Could you

decide what sort of animal they came

from?

>> If you're thinking of the stuff that we

found in the dre.

>> Indeed, I am, Mr. Wall.

>> Yes. Well, let me make it quite clear.

There's no way of telling whether that

sludge was man, woman, the archbishop of

Canterbury's pet kangaroo,

>> or any other four-legged animal. Jesus,

go take your coat off.

>> Oh, thank you.

>> What were you saying now?

>> Well, sir, it's almost inevitable that

so part of such a complicated setup

would prove

>> the Oh, thank you, sir. The hair on the

hammer was hot noise right enough. But I

don't think it arrived there from his

having been bashed on the head.

>> Yes, but the blood

>> wouldn't be too difficult, sir, for a

self-inflicted cut, hence the razor

blade.

>> Yeah, but there was a quarrel, Mr.

Perbrite.

>> Yes, and Perry didn't deny it, sir. But

I think you find that it was a very

one-sided quarrel with Hot Joy doing

most of the shouting, possibly, very

possibly, to disturb the neighbors and

put in their minds the presumption of a

quarrel.

>> All right, then. And how do you explain

away all the business of the body? After

all, there was a body. We know that. All

that um stuff in the drains.

>> Have you read anything about

cannibalism, sir?

>> Not avidly, Mr. Fbright. Yeah.

>> It would seem that human flesh very

closely resembles pork.

>> Indeed.

>> Two weeks ago, half a pig's carcass was

stolen from a farm where Hot Joy was a

regular and somewhat intimate visitor.

We discovered traces of animal blood in

the boot of his car and in one or two

places in the house.

>> Well, what I'm trying to say, sir, is

that there was no body. No human body,

at least.

>> You feel like a drink? Uh.

>> Oh, thank you. Yes, sir.

>> Scott.

>> Yes. Thank you.

>> What you're trying to say, Mr. Pra, is

the whole damn thing was contrived.

>> I'm afraid so, sir. Well,

>> what the dickings are we supposed to

make of it? H some sort of joke or what?

>> It wouldn't have been a joke, sir, if

Perium had been convicted of murder.

though by job it would not. Zoda.

>> Oh, thank you, sir. And yet, you see,

everything pointed to him. The

circumstances in which he was found are

almost classic. The refuge in sexual

relationships, the flashy hotel, the

enjoyment of the victim's car, as well

as his girlfriend. The pattern, as

presented anyway, was almost classic and

absolutely damning. Presented being the

operative word, of course.

>> Yeah. Because what we have to remember

is that Tom Foolery was just this fellow

Hoffjoy's line of country.

>> Cheers.

>> Oh, cheers.

>> Intelligence service. Oh,

>> still nothing much we can do about him.

I mean, nothing we can charge him with.

>> Conduct likely to lead to

>> Oh, it'll breach of the peace. You can

see his people letting us get away with

that, can't you?

>> Oh, no. He'll turn up somewhere else

with a and bull story and start

working up a new set of creditors. Just

you see.

>> I think, sir, that there's more to this

case than mere debt dodging. H

[clears throat]

well, a man can arrange his own

disappearance without leaving somebody

behind to face a charge of murder, but a

great deal of trouble and ingenuity was

spent specifically to incriminate

Perium.

>> The one thing they didn't leave behind

was a solid motive.

>> Oh, then you think we'd be wrong to let

the whole thing drop?

>> I quite agree with you, sir. I think we

should definitely continue the

investigation for a little longer.

All the usual, Sid.

Airports, boats, railways.

>> You're bloody so easy if we had a

photograph.

>> Yeah, well, friend Ross didn't supply

one, did he? So, we'll just have to go

on a general description.

>> That blow Ted Croll threw out the

window.

>> Hop.

Well, I don't know how friend H Hotjoy

rated as a counter espionage agent, but

if he applied only half the talent he

shows for fornication and insolveny, I

reckon Russia's had it.

Bedroom window must have been a bit cut

up. Surely,

>> knowing old Ted, I'd say it was lucky he

didn't get his neck broken.

>> You better go along to the hospital,

Bill. See what you can find out.

>> And put hospitals on the list, Sid. You

never know, you might still be wanting

some treatment.

Lovely.

So, he hasn't shown up. And I rather

doubt that he will.

>> I think it only right to relieve your

minds on one point, though. I now think

that we were mistaken in thinking that

he was dead.

>> There you are. You see, I told you fancy

chasing after us with that ridiculous

story when we haven't been married 5

minutes. It's not what I'd call very

tackful.

>> No, it wasn't, Mrs. Perry, but under the

circumstances, we didn't have much

choice.

>> Oh, it's all right, Inspector.

Obviously, it wasn't very nice for us.

And if anything had happened to him,

well, we did let him down rather badly,

you know. Darl, now you know what you

let yourself in for when you pinch your

best friend's fiance.

>> Oh. Uh, there is one thing, Inspector.

The house. You have finished there,

haven't.

>> Oh, yes. Yes. Give us a couple of days

and we'll straighten it all out for you.

>> Oh, and the car.

>> Oh, you can have that sometime today.

>> Did it disappoint you?

>> Sorry.

>> Wasn't it covered in blood and

fingerprints and everything?

>> Oh, Dor really. I mean, what did they

expect?

>> So, you'll um you'll be staying on at

the house then?

>> Oh, yes. We shall move.

>> Not yet a while, anyway.

>> Well, it's been home for so long, and

I'm sure mother wouldn't want strangers

moving in so soon after she well, you

know, passed over.

>> Died, darling.

She's dead.

>> There is one thing I'm mildly curious

about, Mr. Okay. I understand that Mr.

Hop joy had an accident a short time

ago. Can you tell me what his injuries

were?

>> No. Uh, well, not in medical lingo. I

couldn't. Uh, he had what I'd call a

gummy foot.

>> Nothing serious, though.

>> Oh, good golly. No. He came home as

right as Ray

>> from the hospital.

>> Yes. Between you and I, I think Bri had

been coming the old soldier. You know,

chatting up a pretty little nurse or

something.

>> Not disabled in any way.

>> Not a bit of it. take more than a tumble

to put O'Brien. Adar

>> rather

>> O' Bri. No, he's as strong as a horse.

>> Well, I'm sorry if I've been something

of um a skeleton at the feast.

>> Something like that. Yes.

>> Oh,

but such a nice skeleton

in a funny sort of way.

>> Sure. Really?

They're back. That court woman and her

mother and

>> and guess what?

>> You tell me, Sydney.

>> She says she wrote that letter.

>> We know all about the letter. Don't you

remember, Sydney? We reckon Hot Joy

himself wrote it. Don't you remember the

pad in the case? The indentations.

>> Well, that's what she says. Her exact

words. Now I know what's happened. I

feel very bad about sending that letter.

I didn't mean to cause trouble.

>> Well, they never do, do they?

The reason I was up is because it

happened to be one of my bad nights. The

doctors told me never to take anything

with pips for fear they might lodge. And

that tea time I just had half a fig

roll. No more. Well, that was enough. I

was in agony till first light. Then the

salt started working. Thank the Lord. I

did thank him too. Right there on the

what have you. [clears throat]

>> Then all you really saw, Miss Cork. In

fact, there were two men apparently

quarreling.

>> As I have said, yes.

>> Nothing very unusual in that, I would

have thought. Nothing to impress you

enough to write an anonymous letter. Oh,

it's all right. You won't get into any

trouble. I haven't even seen it yet.

Well,

>> of course you haven't seen it. It wasn't

sent to you.

>> I'm sorry, Miss Cork. I don't quite

understand. According to my sergeant,

>> I don't want to talk about it. Not about

that. We couldn't

>> this um this letter

was it about something you saw

>> naturally

>> in the Pelleium house?

>> There were going on

>> in her room.

>> Her room.

>> His mother's

romping like dogs on a grave in the

middle of the afternoon. Disgusting

little little tart.

>> Are we talking about Dorine?

>> A woman like that causes nothing but

trouble. I know.

>> How long ago was this?

>> I don't know. Two months.

>> And the letter I presume you sent it to

her fiance.

>> I've had this out in prayer and I was

told I'd taken the right road.

The answer to your question is yes. If

you feel it'll do you any good. You

know, I don't want to talk about it

anymore.

>> Did you read last night's paper?

>> Should I have?

>> Listen to this. Salt pork. That's the

headline. The season's oddest catch was

landed at Brockston South Bay last

Friday by a Chevy angler. It was half a

pig. Rather the worst for immersion. And

the name of the fisherman, Mr. Andrew

Hog. Popular place for fishermanmen

brothelston and for honeymooners of a

sort

here you are.

You are funny Gordon. You just sort of

hide yourself away.

>> I used to read to her. You know she used

to love me reading to her.

>> It's very oldfashioned this room.

I think we should do it all white

or yellow perhaps. A nice yellow.

>> And we'll certainly have to get rid of

all this stuff.

>> Leave it alone.

>> There's plenty of time for that. Hey,

Darl.

>> Yes, I uh Thank you. I remember Mr. Hot

Joy very well. He was in my ward.

Ruptured liver.

>> Liver.

>> He'd had a rather nasty fall or

something.

Mr. Perry said he'd sprain his ankle.

>> Then Mr. Perry, whoever he is, is quite

wrong, I'm afraid.

>> Is the operation very drastic?

>> No, not exactly. The idea is to mend the

thing much as you would uh well, a torn

cushion. Sew it up. The biggest snag, I

suppose. It Well, you don't want a lot

of technical stuff, do you?

>> No, not if you can avoid it. No.

>> No. No. Well, the point is that the

liver doesn't mend itself like most of

the other bits. So, any repairs have to

be permanent. That's why they use

non-soluble sutures and they have to be

treated with a good deal of respect ever

after.

>> I'm told that this man left the hospital

in a somewhat um frisky condition. Is

that likely do you think? I mean, could

he lift heavy weights, for instance?

>> The only thing he'll be lifting for a

bit is a glass, and he'd better not make

too regular a habit of that either.

>> I rather fancy he won't be doing much of

anything.

These um non-soluble sutures,

would they be made of nylon? I believe

they are as a rule. Yes.

>> Take a look at that, will you?

>> Could be. Certainly. Where did you get

it?

>> It was stuck in a drain pipe.

>> Stuck in it.

Go on. I'll buy it.

>> Mhm. Sorry, sister. The price is too

high.

Far too high.

>> I've already said I don't want to talk

anymore about it.

There's just one more thing, Miss Cork.

This letter that you wrote to her

fiance,

was it addressed to Mr. Hot Joy?

It really is most important, Miss Cork.

Did you write that letter to Mr. Hopy?

>> No, of course it wasn't him. He was the

I wouldn't soil the paper with his name.

It was Mr. Pium she was engaged to. Had

been for nearly a year. Then it was Hot

Joy with whom she was whom you saw.

>> Thank you, Miss Cork. I just wanted to

make sure there was no misunderstanding.

>> I really failed to see your point,

Inspector.

>> My point, Mr. Perium, is this.

Hop Joy was a fraud. He traded on

credul, not least the credul of his own

employers. What finally put paid to him

was not his false pretenses, but his

determination to seize every opportunity

of, what shall I say, brushing up his

carnal knowledge. Is that not so, Mr.

Pam?

>> I rather feel that I'm being accused of

something.

>> You know, I underestimated you, Mr. Pam,

as indeed did Hopjoy. His end was the

classic case of being hoist with your

own petard and you planned it

brilliantly and precisely. I suppose I

ought to congratulate you. Why might I

ask would I want to plan anything?

>> Oh motive.

At first I couldn't supply one. I only

knew that it had to be of pathological

intensity. I think I called it.

>> Oh yes.

Now I know how it was supplied.

by a letter from a frustrated spinster

and which is more to the point by the

knowledge that that shrine of a bedroom

had been desecrated.

Well, in that case, why didn't I kill

Dor as well?

Perhaps you thought that involving her

in a crime would be a more fitting

punishment.

After all, she did make that telephone

call to the hotel, didn't she? Perhaps

she thought you merely meant to scare

him away. No doubt I'll get her version.

After all, she is an accomplice, if only

technically.

>> You've got no right to come here and say

these things.

>> I've got a car outside. I'd like you to

come with me, Miss.

>> I'm not going to listen to this. I'm not

going to listen to this.

Excuse me.

Would

you like a cup of tea?

>> No, thank you, Mrs. P.

>> Where's Gordon?

>> Oh, he's not gone far away, Mrs. Bar.

In fact, I don't think he'll ever be far

from this place.

Not far enough, anyway.

There's one question that hasn't been

answered and it's so important I'm going

to put it to you frankly here and now.

For whom was Perry working?

I'm afraid Mr. Ross, this is where we

must acknowledge that we inhabit

different worlds.

I believe that if Perry were working for

anybody, and I wouldn't choose the

phrasing myself, he was working for his

mother.

>> His what?

Freud, as they say, comes to Flaxbr.

>> Frankly, I fail to understand how an

officer of your experience could be so

naive.

>> Oh, come now, Harry.

>> You're worried about the Thimble Bay

establishment, of course.

>> Well, it's just that

security-wise,

>> I wasn't going to tell you this, but I

feel it only fair to put you into the

picture fact-wise.

The Thimble Bay no longer exists. Not in

your terms, anyway. It was abandoned

almost 6 years ago.

>> Why did you not say this at the

beginning?

>> We didn't know it at the beginning.

>> Anyway, as you yourself said, gentlemen,

you proceed your way. We'll proceed

ours.

>> Well, things seem to have canceled

themselves out rather neatly, after all.

If they proved anything, it is simply, I

suppose, that time wounds all heals, as

Mark so succinctly put it.

>> What? And not Carl, Mr. Pumprey

Groucher.

Get me out.

Get me out of here. Please. Please.

Please.

Please. Me. Me. Please.

Mrs. Lillian Banister,

13 Cadwell Close.

>> Correct.

>> We suddenly thought she hasn't been

around for ages, so I sent him round to

the house.

>> Lunchtime it was.

>> And there was this woman peering through

the letter box.

>> There's nobody in, she said.

>> I know there's not, he said. And I'm

getting very annoyed, she said.

>> What do you want? I said.

>> Want? I want to get in, she said. It's

my house or will be on the 25th.

>> Yours? I said.

>> Mine? And she said, "We've just bought

it, me and my husband."

>> Well, you can imagine.

>> We went to the agent, of course.

>> Lillard signed the contract and

everything.

>> Not that he cared at Tupne about where

she was.

>> So, we went to the solicitor.

>> Where is she? I said, and why is she

selling the house?

>> Presumably, she wants to move, he said.

>> And there's no reason why she shouldn't

still be living there till the date of

completion, which is still another

Fortnite.

>> So, where is she? I say,

>> I've he said. However, there is one

thing I ought to mention. Since there

was no outstanding mortgage or anything,

and since all parties were agreeable, I

advanced your sister-in-law at her

request, the sum of £1,000 against the

purchase price.

I don't like the sound of that at all, I

said. Not at all.

>> Which is why we are here.

>> Um, you you can't think of anyone that

she could be staying with for a few

days. There's only us.

>> How old did you say she was?

>> 52.

>> 52. Yes. Yes. Of course you told me.

Yes.

>> Is this a good likeness, do you think? I

mean, is she good-looking, active?

>> I wouldn't call her a beauty. Exactly.

>> Oh, quite nice, though. I mean, quiet,

but quite nice.

>> You don't think Mrs. Banister was

thinking of marrying again? Perhaps.

>> Oh, no.

The thing is, you see, Lily's always

been so careful, so methodical. I mean,

if she had gone away, she'd have let

next door know.

>> And she didn't. She didn't tell anyone.

>> Yes.

>> Well, I think we'll leave it for a few

days. I mean, she'll have to come back

surely to let the new people into the

house. If she hasn't turned up in a few

days, we'll uh start trying to chase

her. All right. Thank you for coming.

Thank you. Bye, Sergeant. Inspector

>> [clears throat]

>> second one in two months.

>> Same as before then, Sid. Travel agents,

bus stations, railway stations,

hospitals. Didn't get this very far last

time, did he?

didn't get us anywhere.

>> Oh god. I hope it's not one of those

human remains things.

>> I can't stand human remains.

Whiskey, madam.

>> Thank you, Margaret. Are you feeling

faint after the journey, madam?

>> Not a bit of it.

>> Cheers.

>> Are you from London, madam?

>> I am indeed.

>> I thought you're from London. I've got

an uncle in Criddlewood.

>> How very nice for both of you.

>> I expect you're just visiting, are you?

>> Well, as a matter of fact, I'm thinking

of living here.

>> Well, there's nothing much in the flax.

Nothing at all, really.

>> Oh, I expect I should find something to

stretch my faculties.

>> Oh, yes.

I feel like something fresh, something

challenging. I do enjoy a challenge.

>> Oh, I don't. Well, not in flax anyway.

Now, London, [laughter]

>> the thing about Londoners, you know, my

dear, is their complacency, which

explains their gullibility. Hence the

success of so many of our provincial

cousins in creaming their fortunes in

London before the natives discover that

they haven't just come for the football

match, but a look at the pigeons.

Thank you, my dear.

>> Mind you, the Romans came here and the

Vikings and the thingamies, the Normans,

so it must have something, wasn't it? I

just wish I could find it, that's all.

>> Flatbra has a steady, wellfounded

prosperity. I see no reason to suppose

that that prosperity will diminish.

Now that

is more like it.

>> I found all the personal papers. What

there is of them? Kitchen drawer.

>> Oh,

well, we can't take many of these, if

any.

>> All right. Let's have a look at this

then.

Oh, here we are.

£1,000 cash 4 days after it was paid in

by the solicitor.

Just as Martha Wreckits cashed her life

savings two months earlier, almost

£2,000.

>> Does smell a bit. Hm.

Two women, both about the same age, both

rather retiring, no close friends,

lonely perhaps, one a spinster, one a

widow, and both with something in

common. They had ready money and they

were available.

>> Fellas, you mean?

>> Well, the way I hear it, they are both

highly respectable.

>> Exactly. And a woman like that isn't

going to run off with the first man who

knocks at the door and asks her to do a

bit of modeling. She'd want something

more substantial.

Lust might well see in the maidenly

bosom. But a woman like this,

she's going to have a prime regard for

security.

So when I say available, Sid, I mean

matrimonally available.

>> No, I don't see it.

>> Well, has to be. She only bait that

would have worked surely.

Anyway,

well, she wasn't a great one for writing

checks, insurance, gas, electricity.

Hello. What's this?

Sylvia Storch, £30

four months ago.

Any idea who Miss, Mrs. or Ms. Sylvia

Storch might be?

>> Rings a bloody bell.

>> Of course, London has been my home for

many years, but I've never been fully

happy there.

>> The big city can be a very lonely place.

>> Indeed, it can. And then in recent years

so intimidating

>> no time to stand and stare as they say

and then I do so love the sea.

Do you not find that Flax smells of the

sea?

>> We have a tidal river.

>> Tidal? Oh, how nice.

>> And there are the docks.

>> I'm very fond of docks. Not that I've

ever been in one. You understand?

So,

here you are in our little community,

and you feel you would like someone to

share in the adventure. A guide, a

comforter, perhaps?

>> No, seriously. I feel you may have the

right idea. I know how difficult it is

to adapt to a new environment. And two

heads are always better than one, are

they not?

>> Well, not on the same neck. As my uncle

used to say, he was a bit of a card. The

recctor,

>> of course.

I think it's only fair to tell you that

by no means everyone who comes here is

accepted as a client. We're very

selective. We insist upon two

qualifications.

Good background

and sincerity.

>> Oh, I think you're so wise these days.

Take the matter of the fee for instance.

>> Yes, do.

£30 for a mere introduction may seem to

some people a little high. But someone

of breeding, of integrity, will

recognize that a high fee is designed

for her protection, a sort of safety

barrier against exploiters.

It's also a test of sincerity. A true

heart setting out to seek its fellow

does not ask the cost of the journey.

>> Neither does it travel cheap day return.

[laughter]

And now a painless spot of form filling.

Something we can't escape these days,

isn't it?

>> I'm terrible at forms. My stock broker

says that I'll land myself in prison if

I'm not careful.

>> Just you take your time, my dear. I have

one or two things to see to in the other

room, so I'll leave you to it.

>> Use my desk.

Oh,

>> well, what do you expect? Butcher blue

drawers and a long sleeve vest?

>> No, I don't know. Women of that age.

>> I forgot. 52 is near death to you, isn't

it?

>> I know.

Lillian, my dear,

I took a trip, or pilgrimage, should I

say, to the church this morning. How

right you are, what a noble edifice, and

how fitting for vows unto death.

>> I think I must use the scene for my next

novel. Thank you for lending me back

those earlier letters. I was right. I

think they do contain some phrases that

ought to be worked into another book.

You see what inspiration you give me.

And here is some good news. My publisher

is sending me an advance of £2,000.

Isn't it wonderful to have one's talents

recognized, my darling? And not only

that, think how much it will mean

towards the little investment in our

happiness.

Oh, by the way, the agent says cash will

be best. These country swains are

suspicious of checks.

Good night. A sweet good night, my

dearest. I will be waiting tomorrow at

our tree.

You're impatient,

Rex.

P.S.

The agent tells me he thinks that our

enemy will withdraw his bids for the

cottage once our deposit is paid. Good.

Exit Mrs. Banister via our tree.

>> Limey. He certainly writes like an

author.

No date, no address. The way he asks for

that letter back. That's clever that is.

>> Yes. And perhaps it explains why we

found nothing of Miss Recketts. If it's

the same blow.

>> Well, at least we know there is one.

Also, hence the £1,000.

Our little investment in our happiness.

>> You want me to check the registry

offices and so on, will you?

>> No, I don't think so, Sid. After all, an

offer of marriage doesn't always lead to

a short walk down the aisle, does it?

>> No.

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