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TRAMP: [muttering]

Go away.

Go away.
Go.

Go away.

Go away.
Go away.

[knocking]

Go away.

Go away.

I don't know you.

You leave me alone.

Mad man!

A mad man!

Leave me alone.

I don't know you.

I don't know you.

Let me in!

I don't know you.

Now, you leave me alone.

Go away.

Go away.

Go away.
I don't know you.

I don't know you.

I don't--
- Let me in!

LINDA: Mad man.

[theme music]

[dogs barking]

Come on.

Good morning.

Good morning, Master.

I thought we'd go
through fern fields

and draw BlackthorneWood, if that's all right.

Yeah.

I reckon that'll
flush out Reynard.

Yeah.

Oh, I see Sarah is riding.

Oh, Lord, I hope she's
not going to be a drag.

7 pounds and 8 pence.

You didn't bring
Harry then, Kate?

No, I left him with Nanny.

Oh, that's such a shame.

I think he'd have loved it.

Don't you, Grahame?

Well, Kate's decision, mother.

Start as you mean
to go on, I say.

Well, who knows how we'llchoose to go on, Marcia.

We'll have him on horsebackbefore you can say boo.

Boo.

[laughing] Well, I
must see to my duties.

She means well, you know.

I'm sure.

Uh, we're going
to draw Blackthorne.

I don't want you trying
any of those walls.

I can jump a wall, James.

No, you go through the gate.

Sammy, will be
there to open them.

I don't want you making
a fool of yourself.

Oh, to be in England.

We are in England, Ron.

I meant the scene, Betty.

I meant you couldn't
be anywhere else.

Good morning,Superintendent, Mrs. Pringle.

Morning, Mr. Fitzroy.

I hope you have a good day.

Thank you.

[horse whinnies]

[laughing] You've got togrip him with your legs.

Show him who's on top.

[laughing]

All right, all right,
come on now, lads.

Let's have none of that.

It's just a bit of
fun, not hurting anyone.

Listen to me,
you know who I am?

You're a copper.

I'm Superintendent Pringle.

I've just moved into thisvillage where I hope to spend

a very happy retirement.

Soon, I'll just be aneighbor like anybody else.

And I intend to get
on with everyone.

You have your work
cut out to do that here.

What's your name?

Gurdie.

What Gurdie?

Mr. Gurdie.

[laughing] Billy,
to a chosen few.

Yes, I've heard of
you, Billy Gurdie.

You're known to make trouble.

Well, a word of advice,don't make trouble with me.

Even when I'm retired,
I'll still have friends.

Git.

[horn sounding]

[music playing]

[horn sounding]

Pigs!

[muttering]

Go on!
Go on!

Yah!

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Ah!

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Come on, girl!

[screaming]

[thudding]

[bird screeching]

[horn sounding]

[horse whinnying]

Oh, you see this?

[speaking french]

It looks very rich.

Joyce, this is France.

And this restaurant
has a Michelin star.

Now, that's a recognitionof its excellence.

We should honor the
chef by sampling

the best he has to offer.

Barnaby.

Yeah, Chief Inspector
Barnaby, eh?

Yeah, that's right.

[laughing] James Fitzroy.

We were on the committeetogether for the charity night.

Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right.

Yeah, just popped over
for a couple of days,

boar hunt yesterday.

The village we're twinned with.

Damned good chase.

And we got a kill, huh?

That's why we've been puttingour nose bags on today.

Oh, this is my wife Sarah.

Hello.

This is my wife Joyce
and my daughter Cully.

Oh, Cully Barnaby.

You're going to be in "TheImportance of Being Earnest,"

aren't you?

At the Causton playhouse.

Yes, I have to leave tomorrowto go back and rehearse.

Sarah is on the
committee there.

Friends of the
playhouse, you know.

Oh, really?

She'll bore you to
death, I dare say,

before you can get the play on.

[laughing] Yeah, well, wemustn't bore you anymore.

On you go, Sarah.

Bye.

Bye.

Almost forgot, we
had a murder in Upper

Marshwood, some old tramp.

Superintendent
Pringle's on the case.

Yes, he's standing in forme while I'm on holiday.

Damn fine chap.

Had the bloke who did
it inside within a week.

Now that's what I
call police work.

[laughing] Yes, yes,
on you go, Sarah.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Bye.

Ron Pringle solves a
murder while I'm away.

I'll never hear
the last of this.

Ron Pringle, he's an oaf.

Dad, forget about Ron Pringle.

You're on holiday.

[speaking french]

[speaking french]
just to help me forget.

[speaking french] Ron Pringle.

[door slamming]

They're menthols, mum.

When did you ever see
me smoke a menthol?

It's like smoking cough sweets.

Sorry, I--

I knew you had a green packet.

I'll get it right next time.

Next time?

I'm out of here
before next time.

I've done nothing, mum.

I didn't kill anyone.

I mean, that stinky old tramp?

I know you didn't, Billy.

I know you couldn't.

You haven't been tried yet.

Nobody's saying
you're guilty yet.

That fool Pringle
is saying it.

He doesn't care who did it aslong as he got someone for it.

I'll murder that bastardif I ever get the chance.

Tom.

Oh, hello, Ron.

Good holiday?

Oh, yeah, yeah, it was fine.

Good.

All set for my farewell
booze up tonight?

Uh, no.
Well, yeah.

Yeah, I hope so.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, I've caughtsomething called French bug.

I'm a bit d

[laughing] Overindulgingon le nosh and le vino.

No, no, it's a bug.

I'm sure of that.

Well, wasn't I
the lucky one, eh?

You were away on holiday
and I solve a case

that should have been yours.

Talk about going out on a high.

Yeah, congratulations, Ron.

Ah, nothing to it really.

Unknown tramp who was
living in the woods

got on the wrong side
of a local poacher.

Chap well known to
have a violent temper.

Tramp was clubbed to death.

Poacher's fingerprints wereon the bloodstained weapon.

Good job you were on holiday.

It wasn't worthy
of your talents.

You sure you don't want to--

Good morning, sir.

Hello, Sergeant.

Good holiday?

Yes, thank you.

Mountaineering in Norway.

Oh, very nice.

You sure you don't want
something cooked, sir?

No, no.

Look, will you excuse me.

There's one or two thingsI ought to be doing.

See you at the party.

I hope so, yeah.

[dogs barking]

Afternoon, Mrs. Gurdie.

Sorry.

Now, look, I'll
be in soon, Cath.

All right, then.

She'll be upset.

She's been to see the boy.

Yeah, well, I'm
sorry about that, Ben.

Terrible business.

He's not a murderer, sir.

I know he's been a
bad lad sometimes.

And you've been very
patient with him.

But he's not a murderer.

[clears throat] Yeah.

Hello, darling.

Hi.

Been anywhere interesting?

No, just into Causton.

Looked around a few shops,saw nothing I wanted.

So I came back.

Oh, hello, Marcia.

Didn't know you were here.

Mother's been
playing with Harry.

You know I like to see
him as often as I can.

Don't I, Harry?

Come, darling, come to mommy.

It's time for your tea.

Come on.

I was just going to do that.

No, Charlotte can.

That's what we pay her for.

You love Charlotte, don't you?

Charlotte, Harry wants you.

Oh, darling, I
met Tilly in town.

You know I used
to work with her?

She suggested a girl'snight out, take in a movie.

You don't mind, do you?

- When?
- Tonight.

Tonight?

Well, I can cancel
it if you do mind.

No, of course not.

Good.

You're lovely.

Come.

All right, Charlotte, come on.

Let's give the boy his tea.

[sobbing]

Come on, Cath.

We'll get him out
of there, somehow.

[gunshot]

[birds squawking]

[dogs barking]

Hello, Tom, Sergeant.

Hello, Ron.

You missed a
good do last night.

Didn't he, Troy?

Uh, yeah.

Don't worry, wehaven't touched anything.

Oh, right.

I just thought, as I've
moved into the village,

local knowledge
and all that, you'd

like the benefit of my advice.

Thank you very much, Ron.

Hello, there.

Ah, cross-channel
ferry didn't sink, then?

Ooh, hoo.

Poor Devil.

He's called Ben Gurdie.

He was employed
by the local hunt.

And it was the hunt
who found him, yeah?

No, no, Linda
Wagstaff found him.

She's a strange old biddy.

She lives in a railway carriageat the edge of the woods.

She was here when
the hunt arrived.

And the hunt made such a mess,we're not going to learn much

from the surrounds, are we, eh?

Yes.

OK, your turn.

You haven't heard the
pertinent fact, though.

Ben Gurdie was the
father of Billy Gurdie,

the man who murdered the tramp.

The man accused of
murdering the tramp.

Apparently Ben was verydepressed about what happened.

So he shot himself?

Seems like it.

Oh, poor Ben.

There are no suicides
in the animal kingdom.

I'm Chief Inspector Barnaby.

May I ask who you are?

My name is Henry Carstairs.

Are you here for
some purpose, sir?

I'm looking for dead bodies.

I'm a taxidermist,
animals, birds.

I have permission from my cousinto look for dead creatures.

Grahame Tranter, he's my cousin.

This is his land.

So you're in the woods
quite often, are you?

Quite often, yes.

Were you here last
night, by any chance?

Yes, I was for a while, quiteearly, 7:00, maybe 8 o'clock.

Did you see Mr.
Gurdie, by any chance?

No.

Or hear a shot?

I'm afraid not.

Did you see or hear
anything at all unusual?

Yes.

I saw a dead mink.

That's very unusual.

It would look wonderful mounted,especially if I bear the teeth.

Yeah, I can imagine that.

Well, if you wouldn't mind,sir, we've got work to do.

I understand.

There's an element
of Greek tragedy

here, to meet his death
in front of the palace

of his enemy, the origin
of his black despair.

What is he talking about?

I think he means that'swhere the tramp used to live,

where he used to sleepwhen he was in the woods.

A strange thing to
do, come all the way out

here to shoot himself.

Not the tramp's fault
his son is in prison.

I think it might be wiseto have a word with his wife.

Oh, thank you, Ron.

That's a very good idea.

Well, I'm afraid I can'tgive you any more time.

I have to see a
man about a horse.

I've joined the
local hunt, you know.

The Joint Master is
looking me out a mount.

Oh, well, in thatcase, I mustn't keep you.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah, well, you know whereI am if you want to find me.

I do indeed.
Thank you, Ron.

Bye, Dan.

Yeah, keep taking
the tablets, Ron.

Anything interesting?

Uh, not very.

Died between 8:00 and
11:00 last night. .

Otherwise, you just haveto hang on for the autopsy.

I suppose it could
be a coincidence,

its happening here.

But it's a pretty big
one if it is, isn't it?

And did he mean to
shoot himself when

he set out or did somethinghappen to make him decide?

[wolf whistling]
You're beautiful, Linda.

Hello, hey, Sandra.

Old Holborne, please.

You heard about
Ben Gurdie, Dave?

Bang, bang, he shot himself.

You reckon it was
'cause of Billy?

Don't you know?

What?

He was caught in
bed with a fox hound.

Oh, Dave, you're awful.

Got to go to Causton.

Load for my dad.

You were gonna buy
me a drink last night.

Sorry, I got tied up.

Excuse me, Vince.

How is Mr. Gurdie,
Superintendent?

I mean, you know, the
Gurdie still alive.

I'm sure he's
well looked after.

But I've retired.

Shame it wasn't earlier.

It's like it's been
dumped by Thomas.

Pardon?

The tank engine.

Oh.

I used to read that to Cully.

Look, Troy, she certainly gotherself organised, isn't she?

Rosemary, fennel, and coriander,some seriously good cooking

goes on in there, Troy.

Uh, Ms. Wagstaff?

Who are you?

I'm Detec--

Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby.

I haven't got television.

Pardon?

I haven't got one.

I already told him.

What you come back for?

Go away.

Ms. Wagstaff, I'm nothear about your television.

I want to talk to youabout Ben Gurdie, the man

you found dead this morning.

Elderberry cordial?

Uh, no, no thanks.

Not for me.

Yes, please.

Get the door.

What you looking at?

I was just admiring your home.

Ah.

Very comfortable.

Ah, ha, I got
everything I need, bed,

wood stove, toilet round back.

I recycle everything.

Oh, thank you.

Ms. Wagstaff,
would you tell me

how you came across Ben
Gurdie's body, please?

I trod on it.

That must have been a shock.

No, not really.

I saw another man dead
a little while ago.

Oh, you mean, the tramp?

Ew, nasty, filthy creature.

Did you know him?

He used to bang on me
door asking to come in.

What, do you think I
was born yesterday?

So how long had helived in the woods, then?

Uh, not long.

I wouldn't speak to him.

Ms. Wagstaff?

My name is Linda.

I'm not an old maid.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Linda.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Were you out in
the woods last night?

No.

Did you hear a shot?

I often hear shots.

When did you hear
a shot last night?

When I was in bed.

What time did you go to bed?

When I was tired, of course.

And when you found BenGurdie's body in the morning,

what time exactly was that?

When I got up.

When you got up?

Mm-hm.

Linda, were you surprisedthat he shot himself?

Not really.

They're a funny lot.

Who?

All of them down there.

They kill things for pleasure.

Of course, I have to
be careful what I say.

I do needlework for them.

And I need the money.

But I don't trust them.

There's hatred down there.

Why is there hatred?

I just feel it, that's all.

Linda, do you feel hatred forthe man who killed the tramp?

Who did kill the tramp?

Billy Gurdie.

[laughing] Oh, don't be daft.

Billy Gurdie is a lovely boy.

He brought me a
pheasant sometimes.

Oh, yeah, he kills things.

But he kills for food,
not for pleasure.

He'd never kill a person.

Not B-- Hey!

Hey!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out!

Get out of here!

Ms. Wagstaff, I assure you--

Get out of here!

Get out!

Chief Inspector, honestly.

Get out!

Get out!

Oh, he is a
scavenger, a vulture.

I hate him.

I hate him.

Oh, yes, Inspector,
I can hate, too.

We have to go to
London tomorrow.

Oh, for God's sake,
Marcia, please, I've

already been up once this week.

Well, it's the Founder's
Night tomorrow.

But you'll be back in
plenty of time for that.

James, it has to be done.

Chief Inspector.

Mr. Fitzroy, this is
Detective Sergeant Troy.

Hello, Sergeant, yeah.

Hello, sir.

As you might have
guessed, we're here

about the death of Ben Gurdie.

I'm here to see Mrs. Gurdie.

Well, she lives in
a cottage over there.

Dreadful business.

This is Marcia Tranter.

She and I are joint MFH.

Masters of foxhounds,
old boy, eh?

[laughing]

How do you do?

Pleased to meet you.

Mrs. Tranter, is it yourhusband that owns the land

where the body was found then?

My husband is dead,
Chief Inspector.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My son Grahame owns the land.

I see.

It was just that therewas a man in the woods who

said he had permission
from a Mr. Tranter

to look for dead animals there.

Oh, Handbag Henry.

[laughing] Oh, sorry, it'sjust an affectionate nickname.

He's always carrying a bag.

[laughing]

And Ben Gurdie, he was anemployee of the home, yes?

Uh, yeah, jolly good one, too.

You didn't see him last night,did you, before he went out,

see what sort of mood he was in?

No.

No, I didn't see him at all.

And Mrs. Tranter,
you didn't see him?

I was at home in the DowerHouse on my son's estate.

[dogs barking]
- Oh!

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

They're not very
happy bunnies today.

All right, right, Antony.

There, there.

Oh, it's so unfair on them.

They've had all that
excitement of the chase

without the satisfaction
of the kill.

I didn't even
know he was missing.

He went out last
night about 9 o'clock.

Why did he do that?

Searching.

Day and night he's been in thosewoods trying to find something

that might help Billy.

And he knew who did it isstill out there somewhere.

Did you wait up for him?

10 o'clock or
so I went to bed.

I took this pill the
doctor gave me bec--

you know, well, with Billy'strouble, I couldn't sleep.

And when I woke up,
he wasn't there.

Well, he wouldn't have been.It was 8 o'clock or more.

He'd have gone off to work.

Didn't anybody
come looking for him

when he didn't arrive for work?

He does all different
jobs up there.

I suppose everybody thoughthe was somewhere else.

And nothing else unusualhappened last night?

Nothing at all?

Well, young Mrs. Tranterfrom the big house, her car

went past.

I think it was hers, but
it's not very unusual.

What time was that?

Just after Ben went out.

It'll be all right.

[knocking]

Mrs. Fitzroy is here, sir.

Hello, Sarah.

Grahame, I didn't
mean to disturb you.

No, no.

I was just sitting with Harry.

He's having his afternoon nap.

Such a wonderful sight, Icouldn't resist watching him.

I envy you.

I'm on my way to Causton,the playhouse committee.

James told me to
drop this in for you.

It's the final list ofguests for Founder's Night.

He needn't have
bothered to send this.

You know James, dot the
i's and cross the t's.

Uh, how is Kate?

Oh, she's fine, thanks.

Yeah, she's gone toCauston with an old friend

she used to work with.

They're going to buy
a dress or something.

Oh, she'll enjoy that.

Yeah.

I like Kate.

Do you?

Oh, yes.

And I sympathize.

I mean, coming from the realworld to Upper Marshwood

and all of us, it's
not easy for her.

I was the same when I
first married James.

I fitted in eventually.

And so will Kate.
- Let's hope so.

TROY: Several people heardyou threaten the tramp.

I threaten lots of people.

I killed none of them.

And your prints were
found on the weapon.

I explained that to him.

I found the tramp dead thatnight when I was out poaching.

I picked up the stickthat was lying beside him.

I saw the blood and
I threw it away.

Billy, you were seen in
the woods that morning.

I was having a
laugh, wasn't I?

A laugh?

I was trying to get backat those stuck-up snobs.

[horn sounding]

Did you tellSuperintendent Pringle that?

Of course I did.

That just made up hismind I must have done it.

One thing worse than a
murderer here is someone

who makes a fool of the hunt.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him.

I did not kill him.

Quite a well kept garden,this is, Mrs. Cardew.

So glad you like
it, Ms. Fairfax.

I had no idea there wereany flowers in the country.

Oh, flowers are ascommon here, Ms. Fairfax,

as people are in London.

Dad, it's meant to be funny.

You're reading it
like you're announcing

the Titanic going down.

JOYCE: Dinner is nearly ready.

Look, let's get food over withand I'll feel a little jollier.

Wanna bet?

I've learned my lesson.

It's plain English
food from now on.

Oh, talking of which, I
got caught by that woman

today after rehearsal,
Sarah Fitzroy,

the one we met in France.

God, does she bore for England.

Poor old you.

I had a word with
her husband today.

He said that one of his workershad just committed suicide.

Is that what's
been on your mind?

Well, I'm puzzled by it.

And the son of the dead man isin prison on a murder charge.

I got half a feeling
he shouldn't be there.

Are you two coming to eat?

I'm trying out a new recipefor boeuf bourguignonne.

Oh, that's very nice.

Yes

[phone ringing]

Hello, Barnaby.

Hello, Troy.

No, no, I'll be over right away.

[door slamming]

Sorry.

[glass breaking]

What clinched it was
a schoolboy howler.

The gun was in the right hand.

But Ben Gurdie is left handed.

How did you know that?

He was a manual worker.

The left hand has got thecalluses and the harder skin.

That was the hand he used most.

Well, it's easy toconfirm it with his wife.

So whoever wanted tomake it look like a suicide

put the gun in the wrong hand.

You're dealing with a murder.

I was pretty sure.

You never said.

Well, it didn't
add up, did it, Troy?

So, two murders in thesame wood within three weeks.

By two different murderers.

Oh, I don't think so.

Well, if you're
right, it means

dear old Ron Pringle's boobed.

Mm-hm.

Can't crow yet, though.

It also means that somebodyis walking about who

has already killed twice.

Don't know who they are.

Don't know the motive.

So I don't know what mightdrive them to kill again.

Right, gentlemen, I'd likethe whole area tooth-combed,

please.

Anything, anything at all that'snot naturally part of the wood

may give us a clue as to whyBen Gurdie was killed, OK?

Thank you, Sergeant.

POLICE OFFICER: Sir.

Right, Troy, Ron Pringle.

Thank you.

Bastard.

Betty, here he is.

Well, what do you think?

Good Lord.

He's very big, isn't he?

He isn't big, Betty.

He's a hunter.

He's the right
size for a hunter.

Oh, hell, what does he want?

Hello, Ron.

Morning, Tom.

You looking for me?

Yes, I am.

That's a big horse.

It's a hunter.

Used to be Lord Kitson's mount.

Oh, really?

Hello, Betty, you settlingin all right, are you?

I think so, Tom, hope so.

Good.

Uh, Ron, could I
have a word, please?

What, now?

Uh, please.

I'm mounted.

Well, preferably unmounted.

Well, what am I supposedto do with the horse?

Hitch it to the raillike they do in westerns.

Sergeant, this is a
very valuable animal.

I'm not going to
leave him unattended.

Well, Sergeant Troy
will attend to it.

Won't you, Troy?

[horse whinnying]

All right, so Gurdie
was probably murdered

and near the place where
the tramp used to sleep.

But that doesn't begin
to prove that Billy

Gurdie didn't kill the tramp.

I didn't say it did.

I'm relieved to hear it.

All I'm suggesting is
that, at the very least,

it's possible the two
murders are connected,

which means I have to reexaminethe death of the tramp.

Ben Gurdie must havebeen killed for a reason.

Or by a psychopath.

Ron, if there is a
psychopath on the loose,

he may also have
killed the tramp.

Billy Gurdie killed the tramp.

Excuse me, coffee?

No.

No, thank you, Betty.

I'm sure the Sergeant
would like one.

A bit chilly out
there this morning.

Anyway, Ron, I don't think itcould have been a psychopath.

No psychopath would bother tomake it look like a suicide,

would he?

If someone else shot
him, then Ben Gurdie

must have given him his gun.

Why would he do that?

Perhaps he wasthreatened with another gun

or he might have
known the other person

well enough to have had noworries about handing it over.

To go back to the tramp--

Yes?

You could find outnothing at all about him?

Nothing.

We distributed his fingerprintsand dental details,

and we've had nothing back.

We know he was in
the village shop

just before 11:00 that morning.

He bought two bottles ofcider and a packet of buns.

According to the doc, he diedsomewhere between 11 o'clock

in the morning and
2:00 in the afternoon.

And nobody saw himafter he left the village?

No.

But the hunt went pastthe spot where he was found?

Yes.

At about midday.

Yes.

Look, these people had
nothing to do with it.

Tom, I have to live
in this village.

I prefer you didn't go
pestering them about it.

Well, I can't help that, Ron.

I've got two dead
bodies in the morgue.

Yes, yes, of course.

When did Linda Wagstaff
say she found the body?

Don't ask me.

In the night, she said.

Anyway, she didn't tell anyone.

None of my business, she said.

It wasn't till the next daywe knew about the killing.

Henry Carstairs reported
it, the taxidermist.

It was 7:52 AM when
I found the tramp.

That's very precise.

I'm always precise
about finding corpses.

One has to be.

One has to time
the process right.

And you came across thebody quite by accident, yeah?

I had no reason to
be looking for it.

It's a terrible sight.

You wouldn't expect a stoatto be popular, would you?

Very big in Japan.

I've gotta finish another fox.

Everybody wants a fox.

It's the lollipop of
the taxidermy trade.

Mr. Carstairs, when I askedyou if you were in the woods

the night Ben
Gurdie was killed--

oh, the body was arranged tomake it look like suicide,

but, in fact, he was murdered.

Good heavens, why?

Well, that we
have to discover.

You said you were in the area.

What did you mean by that?

Well, I wasn't precisely inthe woods, just round about.

But you said you
found a mink that night.

So surely you could
be very precise.

Completely stupid of me, yeah.

Um, 8:27, Ashley
Dell, it's about half

a mile from where they
discovered poor Ben.

Of course, as soon as Ifound this little treasure,

I came straight home.

And you stayed in all evening?

Indeed I did.

I had the initial
preparation to do.

Give the skin a good cleanup, that kind of thing.

Do you live on your own?

That's why they call
me "Handbag" Henry.

And what they imply is
very far from the truth.

I'm a lady's man.

I just never found
somebody that I

fancy who would fancy me poor.

However, if I had inheritedthe Tranter estate--

How would you have done that?

Well, my uncle was GrahameTranter's grandfather.

He was a very rich man.

He died without leaving a will.

So the inheritance shouldhave gone to his son Simon,

but Simon disappeared
30 years ago.

Simon Tranter, that'sMarcia Tranter's husband, yes?

But she said he was dead.

May or may not be.

He just walked out.

A week after he left,
Marcia discovered

she was having a child.

After the statutory
seven years were up,

she had her husband
declared legally dead.

So when my uncle died
without leaving a will,

the inheritance went
to her son Grahame.

So how could you
have inherited it?

In intestacy, Sergeant.

Where there's no will,
the inheritance goes

to the nearest blood relative.

After Grahame, I
was next in line.

And there were
some who suggested

that I was nearer than that.

Meantime, I must make myfortune the best way I can.

[music playing]

Oh, God.

Yes?

I done the work.

How much?

50 pound.

50 pounds.

There's policemen
in the woods.

And what are they doing?

Walking up and down, working.

Well, that's
their job, isn't it?

Give the work to Mrs. Fitzroy.

I hate him.

Murdered?

Mr. Tranter, you
hunted through the woods

on the day Gurdie's body
was found, didn't you?

No, not me, personally.

No, I had a bit of a
headache that morning,

so I didn't go out.

You didn't go to thewood the previous evening?

No, I didn't go out at all.

But you did hunt on the daythe tramp was killed, yeah?

Yes, I did.

And did either of you noticeanything unusual on that day?

No, nothing unusual at all.

Do many people use the woods?

This is private
land, Chief Inspector.

We don't allow trespassers.

But surely the
tramp was trespassing.

Well, yes, he was.

And when I found out about it,I asked Grahame to run him off.

Well, I had intended to.

There didn't see
to be much hurry.

He seemed harmless.

Harmless?

Just look at all the
trouble he's caused.

And isn't Linda
Wagstaff trespassing?

Well, yes, she is.

But she's been there
for over 30 years.

We tolerate her.

30 years.

What's her history?

I don't know really.

There was a man there forsome time, husband, lover,

nobody is really sure.

But he moved on
and she stayed put.

I understand Henry
Carstairs was in line

to inherit your
grandfather's estate

after your husband disappeared.

Well, yes, he was.

I suppose if yourfather suddenly turned up,

it would all be his, I mean,as the nearest blood relation

to your grandfather.

My husband is officiallydead and therefore would

inherit nothing.

And there was no newsof him at all from the day

he walked out?

Well, yes, we have aphotograph of Simon sitting

outside a cafe in Antwerp.

He has a girl with him.

They were registeredtogether in the local hotel.

He moved on and hasn't
been heard of since.

Darling, I was wondering--

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hello, darling.

This is Detective
Chief Inspector

Barnaby and Sergeant--

Uh, Troy.

This is my wife Kate.

Hello, Mrs. Tranter.

Hello.

It appears that Ben
Gurdie was murdered.

Murdered?

Anyway we've no need totake up any more of your time.

Oh, there is one more
question, Mrs. Tranter.

The night before last, thenight Ben Gurdie was killed,

do you mind telling
me where you were

going when you drove pastthe kennels about 9 o'clock?

Past the kennels?

Mm-hm.

Mrs. Gurdie says she saw you.

Well, she must be mistaken.

My wife went to the cinemathe night before last

with an old girlfriend.

What was it you saw?

Oh, that sci-fi.

Yeah, "Silver Planet."

Yes.

Well, thank you.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Thank you again.

It's our hunt
founder's party tonight.

And he has it here, does he?

The hunt founder has beendead for nearly 200 years.

The party is in tribute to him.

Would you walk this
way as though you

were looking at the garden.

I wouldn't be at all surprisedif it were Kate's car.

I'm almost certain
she's having an affair.

Going to the cinema with agirlfriend is just an excuse.

Grahame is far too
besotted to notice.

He met her on holiday
about two years ago

just after he'd inherited.

And she got herself pregnanton purpose, I'm sure, by him,

I presume.

And he married her.

She's totally unsuitableand bored out of her mind.

You see, she's not beenbrought up to our way of life.

Now, if she and her
lover went to the woods

and Ben Gurdie found themin flagrante delicto,

then the lover may have
wanted to silence Ben.

Did you ever play
that game, sir?

You know, name the woman
you wouldn't go to bed

with for a million pounds.

[laughing]

There we are, sir.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Oh, come on, Troy.

It's a lovely day.

Oh, if you say so.

What was all that rubbishshe was trying to sell us?

In flagrante whatnot?

It's happened before.

Grahame Tranter is a rich man.

His wife's got a lot to lose.

Yeah, but if we think thesame person murdered both,

does that mean the trampcaught them at it as well?

Oh, it's unlikely, I agree.

But let's try and find out ifthis lover actually exists.

What's that?

What's what?

That.

Chicken korma.

In a sandwich?

The world has moved on fromcheese and tomatoes, sir.

It's lovely.

[phone ringing]

JAMES [ON PHONE]: Fitzroy.

James, it's me.

Listen, they've discoveredthat Ben Gurdie was murdered.

Oh, God.

I heard they were back inthe woods this morning.

James, this means
that they might--

Marcia, shut up.

I'm sorry, but this
a mobile phone.

Things are tricky
enough without--

Well, goodbye.

BARNABY: Bottle tops
across the years.

Look at that, Troy.

That is an original
Tizer stopper.

Huh.

Bird and animal bones.

What do you reckon to that?

Fox?

Dog?

Perhaps this is where theybury their old hounds.

There was something else, sir.

Not quite sure.

Might be of interest.

Good God.

The headless woman.

Dirty-minded school
boys out in the woods.

You speak fromexperience, do you, Troy?

- Hm?
- Where'd you find this?

Nothing else here?

No, sir.

Drop that off at the lab.

Get it fingerprinted and copied.

Copied, sir?

Well done, Sergeant.

I think we're on track.

[laughing]

[music playing]

Ah, this is very nice.

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Very good punch.

Yes.

Just the fiver.

Excellent.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

I'll have to go and
have a word with him.

Go easy on the drink.

You know how silly you get.

Hello, James.

And hi, Sarah.

Hello, hello, Betty.

Lovely party.

Oh, good, good.

How's the investigation going?

Oh, well, not down
to me, I'm afraid.

I'm retired.

Damn pity, that.

That Barnaby chap, takeshis time a bit, doesn't he?

Well, he has his methods.

James?

Excuse me.

Can I have a word with
you about the raffle?

Of course, yeah.

Would you excuse us?

Business.

You're avoiding me.

No, I'm not.

I promise, I'm not.

Well, what happened in London?

Please, Marcia, can we
talk about this later?

And what's the prize, then?

For the raffle.

Oh, it's a famous foxcaught in 1932, I believe.

Oh, very nice.

Yes.

Well, we'd best
have some tickets.

Top up, please.

Lovely, thank you.

Hello, Marcia.

Been playing hooky?

Oh, hardly, Katherine.

I'm the hostess.

I was opening the Frenchwindows to let the smoke out.

Ah, great party.

Oh, what lovely earrings.

Are they new?

Mm, Grahame bought
them for me last week.

Sweet, isn't he?

Yes.

Excuse me.

There's a queue
at both the loos.

I'll ask if
there's another one.

No.

I'll find it.

JAMES: Please, for
God's sake, Marcia.

I'm doing what I can.

There's no danger,
why should there be?

He can't last much longer.

No, no, come on, dear.

We're the hosts.

Let's get back to
the party, yeah?

[dogs barking]

Your mother is in heavenon mornings like this.

I don't know what she'll
do if she gets up there

and find the good
Lord is anti-hunting.

- Welcome to the Marshwood, Ron.- Thank you, Master.

I'm really looking
forward to it.

Good, good.

Enjoy the party
last night, did you?

Yes, excellent.

Yes, yes.

Oi!

How often do that
lot go hunting, sir?

Hm, two or three times a week.

Don't any of them
have proper jobs?

Well, it looks like she's in.

She knows a lot morethan she's told us, Troy.

I'm sure of that.

Hey, it's Puccini.

"Madame Butterfly."

Sh.

[singing in italian]

Do you consider it
good manners to look

through people's windows?

I'm sorry we're policeman.

We're nosy.

Couldn't help noticing
the photograph.

That has nothing
to do with you.

No, I didn't say it is.
It's, uh--

And you're not lookingin there without a warrant.

I know my rights.

Oh, I'm sure you do, Linda.

I'm sure you do.

I, uh-- I wanted to
ask you about the time

just before the
death of the tramp.

Did you notice if anyone
ever came to see him?

I don't know.

Or if he ever
met up with anyone?

I don't know.

Or if he sometimes
left the woods,

perhaps to visit somebody?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Perhaps you shouldn't havementioned that photograph.

It really clammed her up.

I'm aware of that.

You think that was her lover?

Yeah, quite probably.

Amazing, isn't it?

Him fancying her.

Yeah, well, I dare say, shedidn't always look like that.

People do change as theyget older, Troy, even you.

Yeah, I suppose so.

[laughing] It could even beher in that nude picture.

[laughing]

[horn sounding]

[horse whinnying]

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

I'm so sorry, Betty.

I had--

You know, I had a badfeeling about this place.

But he was so full of it all.

He's not-- he wasn't
really a snob.

It's just he liked
to see himself mixing

with those sort of people.

And the hunting, well, he'salways wanted to do that.

It was an accident, Betty.

The horse bolted.

It could happen to anyone.

He did have
something on his mind.

I don't what it was.

But at the party, he'd beenoutside to relieve himself.

When he got back, I couldtell something was wrong.

Did he give you a clue?

He wouldn't tell
me what it was.

But I think it might
have been something

that suggested he'd been wrong.

Oh, Tom.

Oh, Tom.

[sobbing]

Poor Betty.

Yes, she really,
really loved him.

God, what a bloody awful day.

Is Cully still
rehearsing, is she?

Oh, yes, it's
the opening soon.

Must keep that first night free.

Oh, yes, right, right, right.

[phone ringing]

I'll say you're not here.

No, no, I'll get it.

Hello, Barnaby.

Right.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much for calling.

That was the vet.

Ron Pringle's horse was doped.

Ron Pringle was murdered.

According to the vet, it
was a tranquilizer dart

which would have
the effect of making

the muscles convulsecausing the horse to bolt

before it was tranquilized.

But why?

Something happened atthe party the night before.

When he went outside
or on his way

back he must have seen
or heard something

he shouldn't have done.

DAVE: Bye, sweetheart!

Any luck?

Nobody saw a thing.

Look what I found
in the summer house.

What is it?

What does it look like?

Well, it looks like a--

It is.

It's the corner of a
contraceptive packet.

It was just under the chair.

So you think somebody
slipped out of the party

for bit of the other?

It's possible.

- Kate Tranter and her lover?- If he exists.

We've found no proof.

And Ron Pringle saw them.

And they saw he saw them.

And the lover killed him.

Well, it could fit.

But how would that tie upwith the other murders?

As Marcia said, Ben Gurdiemight have seen them as well.

[laughing] That would makethem a very unlucky couple,

wouldn't it?

I mean, they may as well goand do it on the village green.

No, no, no, I don't think it'sas straightforward as that.

I picked this
up at the station.

Report on the photograph.

First, fairly
obviously, it was taken

on a badly angled self timer.

That would explain
cutting off the head.

Mm-hm.

Second, they've matched
the fingerprints.

They are the tramp's.

Did you think it would be?

- Didn't you?
- Well.

Yes, I always
believed there was

blackmail somewhere on theagenda, which would mean what,

Troy?

What?

Well, you wouldn't getvery far trying to blackmail

somebody with this, would you?

There must have been morepictures hidden in that tree

and this one accidentally
got left behind.

The others will
have heads on them

and may possibly
involve another person.

So either person
in the photographs

could be being blackmailed.

Or someone who was connectedin some way with the people

in the photograph.

There's something
there, something

in the back of my mind.

Now, what the hell is it?

Excuse me, sir.

It's a fax for you.

It's from Holland, sir.

Ta.

Oh, good God.

Mrs. Tranter, I've just
had a communication

from the Dutch police.

In January 1971 they arresteda man for dangerous driving

and he went to prison
for seven days.

They took his fingerprints.

And they kept them on record.

Now, those prints match
those of the tramp.

That man was your
husband Simon Tranter.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

Could he be Simon?

Well, we believe sounless the Dutch police--

How tall was he?

5 feet 11", I think.

Yes, he was 5' 10".

Could it be proved
one way or the other?

Oh, yeah, quite simply if yourson would agree to a DNA test.

I never met him, of course.

He treated my mother very badly.

I'm aware of that.

He was my father.

I mean, dear God,
to end up like that.

You never met him whilehe was living in the woods?

No.

No.

I saw him once or twice froma distance, but, of course,

he looked nothing like--

the, um-- the last picturethat I have of him, mother

doesn't like it on show, so I--

Anyway.

It's the photograph
I told you about,

the one taken by the
private detective.

I did think of going after him.

But my pride wouldn't let me.

No, Chief Inspector, I haveno objection at all to the test.

The sooner the better.

A handbag?

Yes, Lady Bracknell.

It was in a handbag,
a somewhat large,

black leather handbag
with handles to it,

an ordinary handbag, in fact.

[laughing]

In what locality did thisMr. James or Thomas Cardew come

across this ordinary handbag?

Hold it, hold it.

I must ask you to
leave the theater.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be silly.

It was so kind of the directorto let me watch and then I go

and repay him by
behaving like that.

And then you're so kind
to let me sit in here

when I should have gone home.

But I-- I couldn't
go home like that.

Oh, God, I I'm such
a boring woman.

I never used to be.

The truth is sometimes Inever want to go home again

to that awful man and thatbloody woman who he'd much

rather be with than be with me.

And I'm frightened, Cully.

There's been three
murders, why not four?

Now, did she actuallysay she thought her husband

and Marcia were tied
up with the murders?

No.

It's more the impression I got.

Well, what did
she actually say?

She said they'd been behavingvery strangely recently,

that they'd been rowing alot, which is very unusual,

and that he goes to Londonmore and more often.

What for?

A charity committee, he says.

But she can't
believe the committee

meets as often as that.

He went on Thursday.

And he's going again tomorrow.

Another woman?

She used to think so.

But then, she overheard
Marcia telling him

he must go to London again.

She says Marcia
wouldn't tell him

to go and see another woman.

Marcia wants him all to herself.

[doorbell ringing]

Hello, late caller.

Come for cocoa?

Oh, don't be stupid.

Let me in.

You know what I'm here for.

But do you have your
share of the bargain?

50,000.

Well, that was
easy, wasn't it?

Business complete.

We better give
him plenty of space.

We don't want to be seen.

Oh, right.

But if her husband
was legally dead

and couldn't claim
the inheritance,

why would Marcia try tokill him or get him killed?

If she did.

Well, where's the blackmail?

And where does Fitzroy
come into all this?

That's what I hope
we're about to find out.

Well, well.

So what's all that about?

He must be visiting somebody.

Good guess, Troy.

Perhaps the woman
in the photograph.

I'm not joking, sir.

She'd be about
the right age now.

Yeah, well, I
suppose it's possible.

Oh, good God.

How stupid can I get?

What?

Get out.

Sir?

When Fitzroy leaves,
you go inside, find

out what he was doing there.

I got to see Linda Wagstaff.

Well, go on.

How am I gonna get back?

Well, hitch a lift.

Go on.

Mr. Fitzroy is such aconsiderate and generous man.

Fred Rodale is an
ex-employee of his.

And Mr. Fitzroy pays
for all of his expenses

and visits him so often, too.

Unfortunately, Mr. Rodale isseriously fading and wandering

in his mind, poor man.

So you won't get very muchout of him, I'm afraid.

Mr. Rodale, you have a visitor.

Yes.

All right, search
the woods for her.

If you find her,
call me at once.

I'll get out a description.

How are the hounds, sir?

Uh, they're fine, fine.

Never-- never--

never forget that day.

I thought the hounds
were going mad that day.

Mad.

Mad.

Sir, sir, sir, sir, thehounds were going berserk.

I was out exercising them, sir.

And-- and they found--

they found-- they
found something.

We shot the hounds.

And I never said.

You've always been
so good to me, sir.

I swear, I swear, I
swear I never said.

- Never said what, Fred?
- I swear.

Who are you?

Hello, darling.

Come on.

Come on.

Charlotte, Mr. Tranter is ata business meeting in Causton

and he won't get
back until late.

So I'm gonna take
Harry out for a while.

Where, Mrs. Tranter?

Oh, I don't know.

Just out.

Come on.

Taken him where?

She didn't say, sir.

Well, didn't you ask
her, for goodness sake?

She just said--

Darling, you had me worried.

I didn't know where you were.

You said you'd be late.

I got fed up.

Where's Harry?

Excuse me, do you know whatdressing room Michael is in?

Michael?

Michael Darrow.

I'm afraid there
isn't a Michael

Darrow in this production.

Oh, don't be silly.

I got his clothes.

Evening, Mrs. B.

Evening, Gavin.

All right, let's go in.

All right.

Michael?

Michael!

Where the hell is it?

I'm on very soon.

Is that my suit?

Yes, of course, it is.

What on earth are you doing?

It's Michael's.

So what's it all about?

Well, whatever it
is, the old boy seems

to have nightmares about it.

Fitzroy is scared
stiff the way

his mind is wandering he mightsay something he shouldn't.

As he almost did to me, yeah.

There is one possible
clue, though, sir.

What's that?

I popped into the
station on the way here.

They've just finished the reporton those things they found

in the search of the wood.

There are several dog bones.

What, the hounds
that were shot?

Yeah.

There was also something else.

Fragments of a human collarbone.

Harry is quite safe, Grahame.

I'm taking him with me.

OK, please, please
don't take him.

Please don't go.

I've had enough, OK?

You, this place, your
mother, I've had it.

I want a new life.

With Dave Hedges?

With him?

I know about him, Kate.

You don't have to give him up.

You carry on just
as you are, just

as long as you stay with me.

[laughing] You're pathetic.

For God's sake!

You don't think DaveHedges loves you, do you?

He thinks you'll
get half my money!

I'll get my share of it.

If you run off with him,I'll fight you to hell

before you get one penny.

Oh, I think
you'll be generous.

Don't forget, I've
got Harry to trade.

I am always smart,
am I not, Mr. Worthing?

You are quite
perfect, Ms Fairfax.

Oh, I hope I'm not that.

It should leave no
room for developments.

And I intend to develop
in many directions.

[crowd laughing]

Now, please, out of my way.

I'll kill you
before I let you go.

Don't be stupid, Grahame.

I will.

I'll kill you.

Charlotte?

Charlotte?

Would you take my
case for me, please.

I'm going away for
a couple of days.

- Yes, Mrs. Tranter.
- Thank you.

Goodbye, Grahame.

You never talk
anything but nonsense.

Nobody ever does.

[crowd laughing]

[applauding]

Thank you.

It's going well, isn't it?

Mm-hm, going very well.

Cully is very good, isn't she?

Look, there's some picturesof the last time they did it.

1970, there's the girl
who played Cully's part.

Oh, she's nowhere near as--

What's the matter?

Michael Darrow.

What's wrong?

Good God, that's it.

He's beautiful.

That's when he fell
in love with me.

It weren't him out
there, couldn't be.

He wasn't beautiful.

He was filthy.

He was horrible.

Wasn't he?

Wasn't who, Linda?

You must tell me, Linda, who?

Wasn't who?

Yes, of course, dear.

Uh, right away.

That was Marcia.

There's a problem with Grahame.

I've got to go and help her out.

James, I want a divorce.

Don't be stupid, Sarah.

Tell me what is the
matter when I get back.

I won't be here
when you get back.

Marcia gave her the
shawl quite recently.

Marcia?

You mean it's a
photograph of Marcia?

And the tramp
wasn't Simon Tranter.

It was an actor
called Michael Darrow.

Who?

He met Linda Wagstaff here.

She used to be the
wardrobe mistress.

And when the company packedup, she lived with him

in the railway carriage.

And she didn't recognizehim when he came back?

Oh, he told her who
he was, all right.

But he'd been so good
looking and she'd

been so crazy for him,
she wouldn't let herself

believe he turned into--

into that.

But how did he know Marcia?

He got himself a part-timejob working up with the hunt.

He must have had an
affair with Marcia.

That's when he
took the pictures.

So why did he leave?

Remember that photo supposedto be Marcia's husband?

I'm pretty sure that
that was Michael Darrow.

Pretending to
be Simon Tranter.

Well, he looked
enough like him

to be able to use his passport.

And he's been
well-paid to do it.

Yeah, but why?

Because I bet Simon Tranteris buried in the woods.

That's what the old
collar bone is about.

Part of what the hounds dug up.

You're better off
without her, Grahame.

She's taken Harry.

But we'll get him back.

The lawyers will see to that.

We're going to leave Harrywith a slut like her.

Slut like her?

My god, that's good
coming from you.

What do you mean?

I've seen the
pictures, mother.

Those disgusting picturesof you with that man.

[phone ringing]

Barnaby.

Oh, thank you.

To Marshwood.

I got a call from
Grahame Tranter's wife.

She's walked out on
him and taken the kid.

She says he threatened
to kill her.

Well, lots of people say that.

And they also have the
results of a DNA test.

Grahame Tranter is
related to the tramp.

- So the actor is his father?- He certainly is.

That means he's
lost everything.

I think so.
And he knows it.

Well, I think he does.

He's killed three times.

He could kill again.

He said I wasn't entitledto the inheritance.

I wasn't a blood
relation, he said.

He said he'd go to the
trustees and tell them.

I know Kate married
me for the money.

She'd only stay with
me for the money.

My life is nothing
without her and Harry.

I didn't know what to do.

And then, suddenly, I hadthe chance to kill him.

TRAMP: [screaming]

[thudding]

TROY: I can see why he'd
want to kill the tramp.

But why Ben Gurdie?

Well, Gurdie probably caughthim doing something, looking

for something, the photographs.

I searched the body.

But he didn't have
the photographs.

So I had to have them.

I knew they had to
be hidden somewhere.

He asked what I was doing.

I said something stupidabout looking for badgers.

It was so stupid, he couldn'tpossibly have believed me.

But I was the boss.

And when I asked
to see his gun, he

just handed it to me dutifully.

[gunshot]

And Pringle?

The cinema.

What?

My wife went to thecinema the night before last

with an old girlfriend.

What was it you saw?

Oh, that sci-fi.

"Silver Planet."

Yes.

He was covering for her.

But what's that
got to do with--

The summer house, supposeit was Kate and her lover

in the summer house.

And Ron Pringle saw them.

Mm-hm.

Not just that.

He saw them!

He saw!

BARNABY: He is so obsessedwith her, he could put up

with her being
unfaithful to him,

but not with Pringle seeing it.

He killed Pringle for her?

Yeah, and now she's left him.

It's all right, darling.

It's all over.

The police think
that tramp was Simon.

The tests will prove
that you're his son.

And everything will
be as it was before.

As before?

Yes, of course, darling.

Now, forget about those
silly photographs.

Henry Carstairs found themand bought them from him.

Everything will be
as it was before you

brought that girl here.

We'll get Harry back.

And we'll bring him up together.

You don't understand, do you?

I don't care about themoney if I haven't got Kate.

I want her and Harry.

I don't want you.

Now, steady on, old boy.

She is your mother, you know?

What's he doing here?

I asked him to come.

What the hell for?

Have they got the
results of the test yet?

Have they found out whetherthe tramp wasn't Simon.

No, the tramp wasn't Simon.

The tramp was my father.

Grahame!

What on earth are
you talking about?

The tramp was my father,a man called Michael Darrow.

There's pornographicpictures of them together.

Well, you-- you told me--

you swore to me.

Oh, dear Lord.

Did she tell you
you were my father?

[laughing] What a
disgusting lot you are.

Oh, shut up.

Of course I'm your father.

Well, Simon Tranter was sterile.

He knew he was sterile.

And then when your motherwas pregnant with--

that's why we had to k--

Why you had to kill him.

Sorry, I think I'm
going to be sick.

Excuse me.

What did you tell him for?

Why did you lie to me?

You made me kill a man.

You made me kill him
for no reason at all.

Grahame, don't.

You ruined it, mother.

I had two loves.

Because of you,
they're both gone.

She'll bring him
back, dear darling.

The police aren't stupid.

They'll find out who I am.

She'll bring him
back to you anyway.

Not with you here, mother.

Mr. Fitzroy.

Mr. Fitzroy, I'd like to
ask you some questions

concerning the disappearance.

[gunshot]

Oh, God.

Get a doctor.

She made me kill Simon.

She-- She made me kill him.

Get away, you.

She's coming with me.

[screaming]

Oh my god.

Don't be stupid, Mr. Tranter.

Stupid?

If she's not staying with me,then she's not going with you,

neither of them are.

Now, get out of the way,Dave, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Who are you gonna hurt then?

Us?

Put him down.

It's daddy, Harry.

It's daddy.

Put him down!

No.

All right then.

[crying]

All right.

All right then.

Grahame, please!

[screaming]

No, Grahame, please!

Are you all right?

Yes.

[screaming]

Are you sure you're goingto be all right on your own?

I'm looking forward to it.

I'll be so on my own,they'll all talk about me.

Who is that mysterious
lady in cabin 82?

Well, you take care.

Yes.

Oh, you've been so kind.

What would Marcia
say about something

as vulgar as a cruise?
Oh, thank you.

Have a safe journey.

Thank you so much.

[train horn blowing]

I've got some spare time.

What say we take your
mother out to lunch?

How about that new Frenchplace, The Gastronomique.

I'll settle for steak andchips at the Fox and Hounds.

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