All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates - S04E06 - For Love Nor Money.en

Hello, Jack.

I can't have changed
that much, can I?

Marianne Clark.
Well, well.

To what do I owe
the pleasure?

I'm the new
schoolmistress--

fully qualified,
here on merit.

I never employed you.
No.

Well, I expect it's
beneath the master

of the house
to bother himself

with such trifles.

You've
made your point.

Now kindly leave
the premises.

No, Jack.
I work here.

Mrs. Clark!
It's marianne.

Marianne,
I'm telling you,

there's no job
for you here.

Oh!

Oh, you devil.

Oh! No!

Look, Jack. Let go.

You...

Aah!

[Thunder]

Please, Jack! No!

No!

Jack: Get out

and never darken
these doors again.

[Sobbing]

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Hetty: Robert...

Where did
you find it?

In the cupboard
on the landing

in a box marked
"miscellaneous."

Open it,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I've not looked
at these in years.

I thought I'd do a piece
for my "Joe elder" column

to celebrate
our anniversary.

Oh, aye?

Courting rituals

and how they've changed
over 40 years.

We'll help you there,
won't we Geoff?

Ha ha!

Robert: Oh, brother Frank
and his mabel.

Mabel's outfit was a big source
of worry, I remember.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

Oh, the Riley
with the ribbons on.

Cousin Ted,
the proud owner.

Aww.
Ohh.

Oh, that dress.

I sent it away to be dyed
and made into an evening frock.

Sky blue
was the intention,

but the place it went to

burnt down
in the middle of the night.

Ah, but all was not
entirely lost.

Remember this?

Oh, Robert, my veil.

Janet: When's
the great day?

Next Friday, a week.

Happy anniversary
in advance, love.

But she started work
here last Friday.

I think you must
be mistaken.

Oh, no, I'm not,
I assure you.

Can I help?

Branagan is the name--
Jack branagan.

Do you run
this place?

I do have
that pleasure.

Marianne Clark--
I'm her mother--

she started a job
here last Friday.

Clark. Name doesn't
ring a bell.

Perhaps she's one
of Mrs. ashby's volunteers.

Well, where
would I find her?

She won't be here
till next Thursday,

will she, miss tweed?
Yes.

Sorry. You'll have
to excuse me now.

It's your
brother Frank.

He's under the weather
after a virus,

wants to come
for a change of air,

just a weekend.

Not our weekend.

Look,
Frank, old chap.

Yes. Hetty is--

yeah.

Yes.

What?

Frank.

Lovely to see you
after so long.

Robert, Frank
has arrived.

I hope this is not
an imposition.

No, not at all.
Come in.

How's that
nasty virus?

Oh. All the better
for seeing you again.

Agency business
thriving, is it?

Hetty: Up to our necks,
as usual.

Frank,
how are you, lad?

All the better for
seeing you again.

You know where
your room is.

Oh. Right you are.

Hello,
young Geoffrey.

How's the world
treating you?

Fine, thank you,
Mr. Wainthropp.

Good.

Robert thinks he might have
brought a case with him.

I saw it.

Big enough for
a month's stay, I reckon.

A case to solve,
Geoffrey.

Things being as
slack as they are,

beggars
can't be choosers.

So let's
be charitable.

Robert: You had a what?
An affair?

Call it
a passing fancy.

But when
was this, '61?

You weren't
long married to mabel.

Well, she
never suspected,

and I'd sooner
Hetty didn't know

the ins and outs
of it, like.

Did I ever meet her?
What was her name?

Violet. No.
You never met her.

Violet ward.

We're done now.

You old dog.

And you kept in touch
all these years?

Well, only Christmas cards
and social-like.

Look, Robbie.
Don't chastise me.

I've come clean,
haven't I?

Right. Right.
Carry on.

What? Oh.
Right. Yeah.

Well, I received
this letter 3 days ago.

She had no one else
to turn to, you see.

And Violet was
a friend of mabel's?

Oh, a very
good friend...

Of the whole family.

Her husband
dermott--

no longer
with us, alas--

splendid chap.

He were a dab hand
at those model ships

you put
into bottles.

Hetty: Can you get
to the point, Frank?

Oh. Yes. Yes.
Of course. Yes.

Well, it's her
daughter marianne.

She's gone missing,

last seen leaving this
heritage museum Friday

and somebody's
face.

And you or Violet
want us to find her.

Well, if you're
not too busy.

Naturally, I will
contribute to costs.

She could be
in somewhat

straitened
circumstances,

if you get
what I mean.

I think we do, Frank.

I'm sure we can come
to some arrangement.

Frank: Right,
it being family,

so to speak.

Hello, Frank.

Are you ok?
Yes.

Violet, this is
Hetty Wainthropp,

the detective...

How do you do?

My brother Robert...
Hello.

How do you do?

And this is
young Geoffrey,

her assistant.

Partner.

Violet:
How do you do?

This is
very good of you,

Mrs. Wainthropp,
Robert.

Frank has told me
about you

and how he's helped you
out from time to time.

We shall do our
best, Mrs. ward.

Shall we go in?

Yes. I've got a key.

No, thank you, Frank.
Just stay with Robert.

Well, I'm sure Violet
would prefer me...

Ah, Hetty is right.
Come on, old chap.

Come along.

Has she bought the flat
or rented it?

Rented on
a short lease.

She was living
in blackpool.

So it was the job
at the museum

that brought her back.

Well, so I thought,
but when I asked them,

they said she had no
permanent job there at all.

They do have
a regular staff,

but she must have been
one of the volunteers

they bring in
at weekends.

And she was
definitely there

on Friday?

Yes.
She was seen there.

Apparently, they revive
the past in costume,

and marianne had gone
as the schoolteacher,

only there'd been a argument
with the man who runs the place,

and she'd left.

Who told you this?

The lady who runs
the bookshop,

only the man came in
while I was there,

and he denied all
knowledge of marianne.

What was his name?

Branagan.

Did the lady
in the bookshop

have any idea what
the row was about?

No, but she said
that marianne

had left the museum
in tears.

What time was this,
Mrs. ward?

Just after they
closed, I think.

Marianne was due
to come to me

for lunch
the next day,

and when she
didn't arrive,

I phoned and phoned,

and finally, I came
round here about 7:00

to see if she
was all right

and found the place
just as you see it now.

Bathroom.

And she'd given you
a spare key?

Yes. I'd asked
for one.

I said she really must
change those curtains

and I'd do it
for her.

She's never been
much of a homemaker.

Does she live alone?

Oh, yes,
quite alone.

She's right off men
these days.

Toothbrush,
washing things.

Was she ever married?

Violet: Yes,

but he's long gone
from the scene.

He's got another family
in cheshire somewhere.

She's always had an eye
for smart clothes.

Well, she had to,

being a qualified
accountant,

but things haven't been
going well for her

for some time now.

Why is that?

Well, it stems back
to her leaving

blainthorp council
4 years ago.

She never did tell me
the precise reasons.

Was she dismissed?

Well, as I say,
Mrs. Wainthropp,

she wouldn't
go into it.

She was always secretive,
even as a child.

And you'd expect her
to have been in touch

on this occasion?

Well, yes.

I'm her mother,
aren't I?

I'm sorry.

I'm just a bit
upset by it all.

Last Friday's.

There's no milk or
papers on the doorstep,

so she doesn't
have deliveries.

Or somebody comes by
each day and picks them up.

[Cat meows]

There's fresh food for that
fellow in the kitchen.

Have you been
coming in?

Violet: No. Oh, no.
I'm allergic to cats.

It must be
a neighbor.

Well, that's all I need
here for the present.

Oh, a recent photo
would be useful.

Oh, yes.

Frank said
you'd want that,

and that's the best
I can do, I'm afraid.

It was taken a year back
in blackpool.

Her hair is short now,
and she's a redhead.

Thank you.

I found
her address book.

Shall I bring it?

Not for the moment,
thank you, Geoffrey.

I think we can
be fairly certain

that she
hasn't been back.

But where can
she have gone?

Shouldn't we
call the police?

Leave that with me.

Frank: Are you
all right, Violet?

Yes.

It was just
seeing the flat

untouched
since I went in last.

Well, there,
there, now.

I'll
take you home.

Thank you, Frank.

That's very kind
of you.

We shall be in touch
very soon, Mrs. ward.

Robert, ask round
the neighbors

and see what they know
of Mrs. marianne Clark

and who comes in to feed
the cat and the fish.

Right. What are
you gonna do?

Geoffrey and I are
going to find out

about our
cultural heritage.

Geoffrey: If she wasn't
certain she had the job,

why did she
take on the flat?

Yes, and where
does she stand

with a mother who
can change her curtains

but can't share
her confidence?

She came out
from there in tears.

Was she still
wearing her costume?

Then where
did she go?

Either that way,
down the towpath...

Or she could've gone
back into town,

caught a bus,

or she had someone
waiting to pick her up.

A friend...

Or a stranger.

Come on.
The museum.

Declaring
our interest?

Not yet, Geoffrey,

just showing
our interest.

Hetty: Save her
for later.

This must
take you back.

Just as far
as last Friday, cheeky.

Scene of
the argument, eh,

according to
one witness, anyway.

[Door opens]

Hetty: Isn't it
wonderful, Geoffrey?

Authentic
to the last detail.

I do admire people
who devote their lives

to these places.

We do our best
to get things right.

Oh. Are you
the curator?

No. I manage
the enterprise.

Jack: I came as a favor
after the council

washed their hands
of it.

I mean no disrespect
to the trust,

but they did their best
with very little funding.

In a year's time,
I plan to have us running

and thriving as
a commercial enterprise.

And you all wear
costume, I gather.

My permanent staff do.

Sometimes we bring in
one or two helpers.

We have special evenings
when the public dress up.

There's one next week--

victorian criminals
and custodians.

They prove
very popular.

Well, thank you for
your time, Mr. branagan.

Very enjoyable,
and you have

two willing
helpers in us,

doesn't he,
Geoffrey?

Definitely.

Good. Splendid.

I'll introduce you to
Mrs. ashby from the trust.

She deals with
this side of things.

[Door closes]

Have you found her?

Oh, give us
a chance, Frank.

What did you gather
from the neighbors?

She's like
greta garbo, love.

Nobody
ever sees her.

I could do
a surveillance job

for who comes by
to feed the cat.

Yes. It might
come to that.

Thank you, Frank,
but we're exploring

other avenues
at present.

One for each of us.

Thank you.

Miss tweed?

Yes?

I'd like to
introduce myself--

Hetty Wainthropp.

I'm going to be
the new schoolmistress.

Oh. Hello.

I'm quite nervous.

I hope I'll
be all right.

I'm sure you'll
enjoy it.

I believe there was
a bit of a rumpus

up in the classroom
with my predecessor.

[Deadbolt locks]

There was.

She struck Mr. branagan
and made him bleed.

He had to go
to casualty,

but you won't tell him
I told you, will you?

I'll be for
the high jump, I would.

Why would that be?

You'll get to know
if you stay long enough.

Woman: It was
something private

between her
and Mr. branagan.

I didn't
inquire further.

Why do you
want to know?

She's disappeared.

What?

I'm a private detective,
Mrs. ashby.

This is my partner
Mr. Shawcross.

Oh.

Well, does Jack know
he's under investigation?

He soon will if we have
to get the police involved.

As it stands,
he and miss tweed

were the last people
to see her.

Well, I'll help you all I can,
of course, but I--

when Mrs. Clark
came for the job,

did she say that she
knew Mr. branagan?

No. She seemed
rather tense.

She was looking
for full-time employment,

and we simply
haven't the funds,

even though the place
is booming,

and that's all down to Jack
and his marvelous ideas.

We're all very thrilled
with him at the trust.

Is he married?
Yes--no.

His wife has left him,
I believe.

Is this important?

It all helps
when you're solving

a mystery,
Mrs. ashby.

[Snoring]

Hetty:
His daughter?

It's the nose
and the set of the eyes.

I mean, we don't need
to make a meal of it.

Well,
we shan't, then.

Right,

but it would
make her family...

So to speak.

Adams: We only act
if the absentee

is vulnerable,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

That means children or
if a crime is suspected,

and Jack branagan,
if he kicked her out,

it's hardly likely
he chased after her

and dumped her
in the canal, is it?

No. Thank you,
chief inspector.

I'll hang on to this.

She's a redhead now.

And how can I find
the names

of blainthorp officers
and councilors 4 years ago?

Hmm.

"Director of finance,
personnel, and strategy--

"branagan, John.

"Assistant finance director--
Clark, marianne."

Yes.
Of course.

So...An affair,
you reckon,

wronged-woman
type of thing?

Oh, there are other ways
a woman can be wronged

in business, Geoffrey,
but it can be that.

You try the canteen.

I'll see you
in half an hour.

Hetty: Marianne Clark
left with a great deal

of ill feeling.

She was forced out.

It must have been known
around the office.

Not by me.

I was quite
junior then,

making my way
up the ladder.

Right to the top.

Yes. Thank you.

It was most likely
a redundancy matter

with Mrs. Clark,
that or a restructuring

of departments
which didn't suit her.

Or was it harassment?

What harassment?
Sexual, you mean?

If it was that, she obviously
didn't have a case,

or she'd have gone
bleating to a tribunal.

Is that
how you see it?

When did
Mr. branagan leave?

Two years ago.

Under what
circumstances?

Well, the usual ones,
I imagine.

He'd served his time.

He wanted a change
of direction.

Running
a heritage museum?

Bit of a comedown
after this fine job.

Look. What are you
implying, Mrs. Wainthropp,

that this department
is riddled with--

not under
your direction,

I'm sure,
Mr. humphries.

You would've
weeded it out.

I'm speaking
of your predecessor.

I can't answer for him.
Why should I?

[Knocks on door]

Humphries: Ah, my meeting
with the highways committee.

Thank you,
miss broderick.

I'm sorry. As you see,
I'm very busy, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I find this all
very distasteful,

and I can't
help you further.

Then I shan't detain you.

[Door closes]

Hetty: That little upstart,
in charge of finances?

I wouldn't want to live
in blainthorp.

Give me some
good news, Geoffrey.

A canteen lady
remembered her vaguely

but thought she was
dark-haired then.

Hetty: Thank heaven
for the animal kingdom.

Man: Samson and delilah--
same litter.

That's delilah.

And samson's owner,
Mr. coates?

Marianne Clark.
Aye.

She'd ever a kindly word
for an old soldier.

Have you
seen her lately?

Why would that
be of interest?

Geoffrey: She's not
at home at present,

and we're a bit
concerned for samson.

Although he seems to be fed
and well cared for.

Right. So he is.

It wouldn't be you
looking after him.

It's only a short
bike ride after me shift,

and I've got rewarded
for me pains.

Oh, very nice.
When did that arrive?

Two days ago.

Unsigned, but it were
from her, all right.

She knows
my favorite.

And what day
did she drop by

and ask you
to feed the cat?

Last Thursday,
or was it Friday?

One or the other.

Premeditated.

Thursday or Friday,

before she took on
Mr. branagan.

Then she goes out
and kills herself?

Or she fakes it

to give him
a nasty fright.

She provokes him
and disappears,

telling nobody.

He's the last
to see her.

The finger would
point at him.

Yes, but how long
can she keep this up?

What about
her mother?

She wouldn't let her
suffer like this.

Wouldn't she?

Did you get
that cheese label?

Good lad.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Hello.

I'm durban.
Yes. What is it?

It's about some cheese you
sent to a Mr. Albert coates,

car park attendant
at the town hall.

I need to know
who ordered it

and the exact day.

Was it
a Mrs. marianne Clark?

I've no idea, and I can't
get my ledgers out now.

I'm busy.

A woman's life
could depend on it.

On a piece of cheese?
Stop wasting my time.

[Beep]

[Beep]

He's waiting
in the parlor.

Jack: Come in.

Sit down.

We shan't
be disturbed.

I know who you are,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I expect
you do by now.

Would you mind not standing
in front of the fireplace.

It reminds me
of my grandfather.

Very fierce, he was.

The little ones would
run a mile from him.

All right.

Now speak
your business

before I
send you packing.

As you did
marianne Clark?

Weren't you
old friends...

Or colleagues,
anyway...

4 years ago in the blainthorp
borough finance department,

and yet you told her mother
you didn't know her?

I wanted to
spare her the truth.

Mrs. Clark wasn't
very good at her job,

and on top of that,

she developed
a fixation for me

which I was unable
to reciprocate.

So she was dismissed
from her job for incompetence?

Kinder than
sexual harassment.

Her contract
was terminated. Yes.

And you hear
nothing from her

until she turns up
out of the blue last Friday.

I'm sure you have great appeal
for the ladies, Mr. branagan,

but 4 years does seem
a long time for a woman

to harbor
an unrequited passion.

It happens.

You drove
this unhappy lady out

into a cold, wet evening.

She attacked me
in the classroom.

What was I
supposed to do,

kiss her
on both cheeks?

And now she's vanished
off the face of the earth.

That can't be held
at my door.

I told you,
the woman was unstable.

Now, I've had
enough of this.

I'm going,
Mr. branagan.

I've got what
I came for.

What might that be?

Your side
of the story.

Hetty: Lovelorn
for that ogre? Never.

But why did she
attack him?

She could have been
fighting off

his advances.

I don't see
that, either.

What happened with
the cheese merchant?

I got an earful,
and then he hung up.

She's out there
somewhere, Geoffrey,

hiding or being hidden.

Let's hope
it's no worse.

We must start
on that address book.

We'll need the key
of her flat.

Albert coates.

We could save him
a bike ride.

Come on, then.

Geoffrey: Mrs. allwood?

I'm trying to get hold
of marianne Clark.

She isn't,
by any chance--

no. Right. Bye.

[Beep]

This'll cost us a bomb.

Geoffrey: Abby? Hi.

It's Geoff,
friend of marianne's.

Yes. Marianne Clark.
She gave me your--

hello. My name is Mr. Shawcross.
I'm trying to trace...

Mrs. Burton, is marianne...

Hello. It's the surgery here.

She hasn't picked up
her prescription.

She's won the lottery.

Ohh...

[Beep]

And that's only
up to "d."

"Michael--
Glebe house farm."

Michael durban.
Albert's cheese.

There's no point
trying him again.

No. Just "Michael"
under the ds

and no surname.

Bit familiar
for a cheese merchant.

So we're
customers, right?

Who for?
Skully.

Your old garage boss?

No. His new wine bar.

He's calling it Rick's

after the film
"Casablanca."

Grand opening
is Friday.

Michael:
About time, too.

Oh, no chiller boxes?

Typical. Typical.
All right.

Load them in.
Uh, Mr. dur--

there's no time
to waste. Come on.

These truckles were ready
for moving hours ago.

Ask him
who they're for.

Ok. Have you
got an invoice

for these,
Mr. durban?

What?

We need to sign
for them.

Now listen here,
young lady.

You can tell
that boss of yours

that if he keeps me waiting,
he can wait for my invoice.

I'll put it in the post,
and tell him either he sends

a refrigerated vehicle
next time

or I do without
his custom.

I've got my good name
to preserve

as well
as these beauties.

Go on. Off you go.

I've got to get
back to my smokers,

and drive carefully.

I don't want them
rolling about.

Hmph!

Why didn't you
ask him outright?

I couldn't risk it,
not without Mrs. Wainthropp.

Well, meantime,
we've nicked his cheese.

What are we gonna
do with it?

Sell it to skully.

No. We'll get it
back to him.

Oh, by the way,
skully wants some bodies

tomorrow night
for photo call

at the wine bar, 6:00,
so don't be late.

Hey, isn't this her
coming towards us?

Get back
after her, Geoff.

No.

Hetty: Mr. durban?

My name is Hetty Wainthropp.
I'm a private detective...

And this is my partner
Mr. Shawcross.

What have you done
with my consignment?

It's quite safe,
Mr. durban.

Hetty: We're looking
for marianne Clark.

Who's been
asking for her?

Her mother.

She's employed me
to find her.

Marianne came to me

as a friend in need,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Last Friday night?

Michael: She phoned
the day before.

She was obviously
right on the edge.

Hetty: Were you afraid
for her safety?

Yes. We're
making progress.

She had her first
outing today--

the village shop.

It all goes back
4 years, doesn't it...

To her dismissal
from the borough council

and her treatment
at the hands

of a man
called branagan--

a case of mental bullying,
would you say?

Of the most
insidious kind--

sly and demeaning.

And her colleagues
knew nothing

or turned
a blind eye.

Of course they knew,
but she was a woman

in a man's world,
wasn't she?

She has more gumption
than all of them.

Marianne, these people
have come to see you.

I'm Hetty Wainthropp,
and this is...

Geoffrey Shawcross.

We're here to help.

Yes. Thank you.

Mr. durban has just
been explaining.

Marianne: Yes. I heard.
He was doing very well.

Is there anything
you want to tell us?

There was no
personal involvement.

Michael: An affair,
do you mean, with that devil?

No, no,

but sex discrimination,
yes, in buckets.

It's all right,
Michael.

I saw his photograph
in the newspaper

when I was visiting
me mother at Christmas.

He was parading
outside his museum.

Well, it brought
it all back to me.

The anger, you mean?

I thought,
"nice place to work,

"back in me own
hometown.

What can he
do about it?"

Well, you
know the answer.

Still, I gave him
something to remember me by.

And now
it's over?

I suppose,

now you've found me,
I guess.

You've had
a very unhappy 4 years.

Wasted years--
catering manager in blackpool,

half the use of her brains,
half the salary,

and all because of one man.

Could you not have gone
to a tribunal, Mrs. Clark?

Michael: When you've been
bullied black and blue

and had the stuffing
knocked out of you?

I wasn't brave enough.

It's just Michael here

that's helped
pull me through.

I've known this
good lass for years.

We share a passion
for cheeses,

nothing else,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I just want to see her
back on her feet,

which will happen, provided
she's left in peace for a while.

We shall do that,
Mr. durban.

My card...

If you need me
for anything.

And would you just
phone your mother?

Michael:
Mrs. Wainthropp...

It's the overdale blue,
prize winner.

Oh.

It's on the house.

Thank you.

My word.

Ha!

[Knocks on door]

Come in.

[Door opens]

Look. We've got
to clear this up, Frank,

and I want
a straight answer.

What? Clear what up?

Are you or are you not
her father.

What? No.
Of course, I'm not.

No. What on earth
makes you think that?

The way
you look at her.

No, no, no, no.

It's her likeness
to Violet at that age.

The babe were toddling
when Violet and I were--

oh.

Well, that is a weight
off me mind.

Oh, Robbie,

but what a thing
is life, eh?

Mrs. ward?

Yes. We found marianne
safe and sound.

Oh, hasn't she
phoned you?

Well, I'm sure she will
when she's ready.

She's staying
with an old friend

who makes cheeses.

And delicious
they are, too.

Here's Frank.

Violet? Yes.

Mm. Try some.

Not just at
the moment, Robert.

She's not phoned
her mother.

I just hope we
haven't upset her.

[Piano playing
"as time goes by"]

Skully: Excuse me,
gentlemen.

Keep smiling, Tim.

Come on, Geoff.

Quit pausing
and start posing.

I was just trying

to phone someone,
Mr. skully.

Skully: Put you arm
around him, Cindy.

Look as though you
mean it, you two.

This is the footballer
you promised, is it, dad?

Yeah. David Beckham.

Dream on, kid.

I once played
with Paul Scholes,

under 15s.

Skinned him alive.
Yeah?

Let's feel
your thighs, then.

[Coughs]

Steady, steady.

Geoffrey: So modeling
career in Manchester.

What sort?

Oh, fashion,
conference work...

What are you doing
at the moment?

Tonight?
No.

I meant job.

Kissogram.

I've always wondered
about them.

What do you get
for your money?

I'll show you.

Geoffrey: Oh!

Janet: If you're
gonna do it,

you might
show some taste.

What's wrong
with Cindy skully?

Ask all the men
in Manchester.

Look. I was
waiting for you.

You never showed.

Oh, I showed up, all right,
and I saw you.

You saw nothing.
I'm off to bed.

No, you're not, Geoff.

Right.
Let's decide finally.

Are we serious,
or aren't we?

Of course, we are.
I'm living here.

Yeah? In my flat?
You think that's a commitment?

It's not your flat.
It's ours.

I'm paying my way.

I'm doing the place
up for you.

I do the shopping,
the cooking most nights.

I am working
my socks off for us.

I've got 10-hours shifts
and night classes.

That's commitment.

Yeah, to being
a transport manager.

What does that hold
for our future?

Oh, that's
our problem, is it?

Well, who's gonna
pay the bills?

Your line of work isn't
exactly gold-plated.

Look. You want security?
Marry a hairdresser.

What are you doing?
What have you lost?

My mobile. Must've
left it in the wine bar.

Oh, well, I'm sure she's
keeping it warm for you.

Come with me if you
don't trust me.

Right. I will.

Right, then. What
are we waiting for?

Oh, get it yourself...

And don't bother
to wake me when you get back.

[Door closes]

Hetty: Have a word
with him man to man.

I'll lock up.

[Ring]

Wainthropp det--

Michael.

No. It isn't too late.

What?

She's gone,

but she's
left us a clue.

Adams: And this is where
you expect to find her.

So what's the problem?

Marianne has not recovered.
She's still very angry.

I'm afraid she might
do something stupid.

Mrs. Wainthropp,
I can't spare men

on a Friday night
to go parading

in fancy dress on
that kind of hunch.

Then we shall have to try
to stop her on our own.

All right.

I will try and get
someone along

at some point
in the evening,

but how will
he recognize you?

[Music playing]

I thought we were
sweeney Todd and Mrs. lovett.

Ha ha ha!

And this is how we
spend our anniversary.

Where better than
a conjuring of the past?

Keep your eyes
skinned.

Hello, Mrs. ward.

I've just seen
3 Jack the rippers.

Shall I arrest them?
Evening, all.

Hetty: That's him
over there.

Bill sikes, is he?
Very appropriate.

Robert: So are we
looking for Nancy?

No, no, no.
He murdered her.

Oliver Reed
in the film.

Mr. durban.

Any sign of her?

Not yet.

She may be waiting
for the light to go.

I've got a hard day
tomorrow.

How long do we
have to do this?

Till you've got it
to my satisfaction.

Didn't boots ever stand up
for a poor skivvy?

Right.

You're not being
fair, Mrs. ashby.

She's done it
to my satisfaction.

What? Come here.
I'll box your ears.

I don't care.
She's my intended.

He hasn't even
proposed yet.

Man: Aww.
Woman: Ooh.

[Applause]

Marry me, Janet,

and share all
my worldly goods.

Together, we'll
find a place

in this
rotten world.

Ashby: Well,
bless me bunions.

A pledge of
my eternal devotion.

Well, you do know the way
to a girl's heart, boots.

I'll have to think
about it.

Aww.
Ohh.

Say yes.

I thought about it.
Yeah. I'll marry you.

Man: Hey!

[Applause]

Yes.

[Dog barking]

I told you
to stay away.

I'm not here as a member
of your staff, Mr. branagan.

The mayor and his party,
Mr. branagan,

they want to look
in the mill.

Right.
Thank you, miss tweed.

Let's follow on.

I have a feeling
that where branagan is

marianne won't
be far away.

Jack: Now, this activated
380 weaving looms.

So you can imagine--

Jack: The cotton
was shipped over from America

to be processed in our mills.

Now, from the docks
in liverpool,

it went down
the Manchester ship canal--

marianne: Don't listen
to this man.

He's a devil.

Jack: Marianne.

Jack branagan
hounded me

out of blainthorp borough
finance department

because he resented
my being a woman.

Everything I did,
he undermined.

He cost me 4 years
of my life,

and he should be
made to pay for it.

Get this woman
away from me.

Oh, come on, Jack.

Me and how many others
did you ruin

with your nasty
bullying tricks?

Aah!

Ashby: No!

Chapman
from the "echo."

Do you want to tell me
what this is all about?

Yes, with pleasure.

[Applause]

Aah!

Hetty: Thank you,
sergeant.

I haven't been
demoted yet.

Who'd have thought
that bronze lifesaving award

would have
come in handy?

Well done.

I hope you're not
going to charge her.

It was just
high spirits.

That'll depend
on him, I'm afraid.

[Coughing]

I don't think
he will somehow.

She could still bring
the case against him.

Janet is right.

Robert: She could be in
for some substantial damages.

No, Robert.

Let's hope it's finally
out of her system.

[Piano playing
"as time goes by"]

Ladies and gentlemen,

voila.

Oh, that
looks lovely.

One day late.

Who's counting?

Happy anniversary,
love.

Oh, and to you.

Ha ha ha! Hoo!

Violet, love,
does this inspire us?

Oh, I don't
think so, Frank,

not with me up here

and you in
weston-super-mare.

That could change,
Violet.

Oh?

Skully: Is everything
satisfactory, my friends?

Oh, the whole
ambience,

very much to our liking,
Mr. skully,

something in town at last
for the older ones.

Somebody
should tell him

it wasn't Lauren bacall
in "Casablanca."

It was Ingrid bergman,
wasn't it?

Oh, he wants to play
one for us, Hetty.

What shall it be, eh?

Oh, it had better be
"as time goes by."

I don't think he
knows another one.

Robert:
Oh, ha ha ha!

Now, you two.

Well, I was proposed
to last night,

a pledge of
eternal devotion.

Oh, Geoffrey.

That was nothing serious.

That was just
for the punters, like,

wasn't it?

Yeah. A joke.
Of course it was.

Frank: Marriage
is like a quality cheese.

Take cheddar, for example.

Taste it when it's young,
and it's nothing.

Wait until it ripens,

and then it'll
tickle your taste buds.

[Piano playing
"as time goes by"]

Do you think
we should get married?

Do you want
to get married?

Not now, Geoff.
Just leave it.

Hetty: In my opinion,
marriage is like a vintage wine.

Wouldn't you
say so, Robert?

I would.

Best left to mature.
Cheers.

Cheers.
Cheers.

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