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-I regard it as immoral...
MEMBERS: Hear, hear!

...this country is continuing
to supply arms to Nigeria

while no food has been able
to reach these people

since the tenth of June.

-Shame on you!
MEMBERS: Hear, hear!

And who takes advantage
of this situation?

Soviet Russia!

The Russians have been growing
in strength within Nigeria

with every passing day.

And the world should see this!

The world should know.

Of course, the real question is
where to dispose of the body.

In New York, they drop
corpses in the river.

I've read that you can seal
a body in concrete

at the base of a motorway.

Tin mines. That's the solution.

David. Ready for you now.

Pedro Besselli, David Holmes.
David's in finance.

He was Deputy Treasurer
of the Party.

He got us those carpets for
Liberal headquarters half price.

Magic Carpet Company, that's me.

We were at Oxford
and we holiday together.

We've had some bloody times,
him and me.

-That beach in Greece.
-That waiter!

Anyway, you two must have business.
I'll leave you alone.

No, no, no. Same business.
Come in. Lock the door.

So I was saying,
Norman Scott - tin mines.

Hundreds of abandoned
tin mines all over Cornwall.

Brilliant. You drop the body down
there, he'll never be found.

Take him to the pub,
get him drunk,

shove him in a car, drive him
out to Bodmin Moor, kill him.

-That's my constituency.
-Kill him, how?

Oh, come on. It's quite easy
to break someone's neck.

Come here, Pedro.

Elbow there, jerk up.

He might wriggle out of it.

Men like him
tend to be wrigglers.

Then shoot him.
Can you get a gun?

I can do whatever you want,
Jeremy.

He can do
whatever I want, Jeremy.

Well, shoot the bugger
stone dead.

Message for you. Norman Scott.

Oh.

Yah!

It's over. It's done.

It's finished.

You don't need to worry about
Norman Scott ever again.

Why? Is he dead?

It's better than that.

Thank you, everyone.
Thank you very much.

As um... father of the bride,

it is my duty to toast
the happy couple.

-Mr and Mrs Scott.
GUESTS: Mr and Mrs Scott.

This is the second time
this task has befallen me.

You will recall our
first-born daughter Belinda

was lucky enough to marry
that fine actor and gentleman

-Terry Thomas...
-Hear, hear.

...of Those Magnificent Men...

ALL: ...In Their
Flying Machines.

They can't be here today.

Terry has to attend the premiere

of Monte Carlo Or Bust!

Or perhaps they've chosen
to stay away

while my second daughter, Susan,

marries this
dreadful homosexual.

That's where my wife is. Sitting
at home, weeping in fury

with her child
two months pregnant

by this flagrant poofter.

Quite how he got her
pregnant, I don't know.

She must have been caught
down wind.

So, all I have to say, in tribute
to this desolate affair,

is...

leave him, my darling.

Come home.

OTHERS: Come home.

Look at me. Look at Daddy.

Look at me. Look at Daddy.
Look at my face.

Why don't you look at me?

Gonna have a look.

Here she comes.

A taxi? That's nice.
How much did that cost?

-Every last penny.
-Did you buy any food?

-You're the provider.
-But...

Did you spend all our money?

Get some more.

You married me.

You promised to look after me.

Look. I'm amazed.

You'd think it was Carnaby Street.
Out here in the sticks!

Isn't it beautiful?

And books.

Daddy says a house
can't have enough books.

And, look, Lynette told me that
peacock feathers are lucky.

Look. Do you see?
They look like eyes.

The thing is, we're starving.

There's nothing in
the kitchen and, technically,

peacock feathers are unlucky
according to superstition.

But, nothing.
Not even a slice of bread.

Whose fault is that?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't tell me, no.
It's him, isn't it?

-It's his fault - again.
-It is.

If Jeremy Thorpe did his duty and
got my National Insurance card,

-I wouldn't be in... -You know,
he got married, you got married.

He had a baby. You had a baby.

Is any of this about me, Norman?

I mean, why am I even here?

I love you.

Do you know what you
sound like when you say that?

You sound queer.

Just give him to me.

Ooh. Benjamino.

He's so hungry.

-Go and get some food.
-We don't have any money.

Just get my child some food.

Sue? What are you doing?

Sue? What are you doing?
Please! Listen to me!

No, no, no, no, Sue!

Please! No, no, no!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I...

Yah!

Splendid, Mike. How can I help?

I'm sorry, the police are
here. They'd like a word.

What is it?

What's happened?

RADIO: Witnesses say the car was
driving along the A303 in Hampshire

when the collision occurred.

Caroline Thorpe
was travelling alone

and the other driver only
sustained minor injuries.

The Prime Minister has
expressed his condolences.

Where's Rupert?

Hey.

Oh!

Where's my Rupert Bear?
Where is he?

JEREMY: Oh, we may never know...

...whether she...

...looked down or... fell asleep
at the wheel just for a second,

but she swerved
into the opposite lane.

A... 13-ton lorry.

She flipped over,
landed on the roof,

skidded along, stopped...

still alive...

Ah... spoke to the police while
they were cutting her out.

I'm told that she apologised
for the inconvenience.

Uh...

Dead by the time she...
got to hospital.

There was a ruptured spleen.

Everyone at headquarters
sends their condolences.

Thank you.

Of course, if there's one miracle,
it's that Rupert wasn't with her.

-Thank God.
-Yah, it's all about him now.

My mother says
that he won't remember her...

...but I'm...

I say he will.

Obviously, if there's
anything we can do to help

with arrangements
for the funeral

or talking to your constituents.

We thought some sort of
memorial might be a good idea.

Thank you, Mike.

And there's the question
of your returning to work.

-It's a bit soon for that. -I don't
mean to cause offence, Mike.

I'm just being practical.

And I'm sure
you appreciate that, Jeremy.

The affairs of state
are relentless.

So if you need me to step in,
then... you only have to say.

JEREMY: Emlyn bloody Hooson
wants my job.

Always did.

I thought I'd have you at my side,
Besselli, to fight the good fight,

but now you're giving me
more burden.

I've got no choice. I'm not
just leaving Parliament.

I think I might have to get out
of the country while I still can.

Just between the two of us,

I'm planning to vanish.

That last venture turned into
a bit of a nightmare.

-The one with the eggs.
-What happened?

The egg man dropped down dead,
leaving me half a million in debt.

And since you're not allowed
to be an MP and a bankrupt,

off I pop.

I swear, a man is not allowed
to lose his money these days

without everybody making a fuss.

So, what's the next adventure?

America.
A man can start again there.

And escape a furious wife.

How is the new girl?
Is she any good?

-She's the love of my life.
-Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I shall miss you, Besselli.
And your nonsense.

I don't suppose you'll be back.

I doubt it. I've left a bit
too much damage behind.

Well, who knows where
time and tide will take us?

I'll see you again, old friend.

I hope so.
And I really am sorry.

She was a wonderful girl.

Of course, we still have
that... unfinished business.

-The Scottish matter. -Really,
though, do you think?

-You told me he was divorced. -Yes. But I
sent him some money and that was that.

I can promise he's gone. He's not
going to bother you any more.

Just let me give you one last
piece of advice, old man.

Leave Norman Scott alone.

She had terrible nightmares.

Who did? Caroline?

She'd wake up screaming.

Every single night.

In the end, she was...
too scared to go to sleep.

It started about a year into the marriage.
About the time...

that she spoke to
the mad man on the phone.

Yes, but you can't think
that's his fault.

Well, I wish you...
a safe journey, Peter,

and I wish you a happy life.

And then I wish Norman Scott
to be killed.

If this is gonna be a regular thing,
I'll have to buy myself a Thermos.

-I'm sorry. Who are you? -Gwen Parry-Jones.
From the village.

I used to be the
sub-postmistress, but now...

now I'm free as a bird.

Right, well, what do you want?

This is for you.

Come on, take it.

And if you want sugar...

I've brought a little pouch.

Talk of the village, you are.

Arriving like a visitation.

I'm sure you understand this
isn't my chosen habitation.

I'm owed some money by...

well, let's say
by an influential gentleman.

Well, we've all been talking.

John Jones said,
"He must be a hermit."

Buddug said, "I bet he's an
artist, like Toulouse-Lautrec."

Because you were wearing a
scarf when you arrived.

Mind you, some of the boys

have been saying
awful things about you.

Well, I told them. I said,
"Any more of that...

and I'll be getting
the carbolic."

Dirty, bloody mochyns.

People seem to hound me.

Wherever I go.

I think I've been cursed.

Well, if you get any trouble,
you put them onto me.

My husband was in the Welsh Guards.
He taught me how to box.

"Gwen," he said, "Gwen, everyone
should know how to box.

There could be a war
any minute."

-Dead now.
-Your husband?

Only two months ago.
Fell like a tree.

-Oh, I'm so sorry.
-It's been hard.

-I bet.
-I loved him.

-I'm sure.
-The nights are very long.

-Mm.
-Norman...

Norman...

...the nights... are very...

...very long.

Oh, my... Oh, my God!

Norman! Norman!

Hey, boys. Hey.

- Hey, boys. Hey.
- Wa-hey! -Look at that suit.

-Wa-hey!
-Look at that suit.

Ooh!

I walked out and that was it.

I never saw him again.

I completely understand

if you don't want to
see me again.

-Why would I do that?
-Because of the men.

Don't be silly.
My husband was in the army.

But Jeremy Thorpe,
for God's sake!

He's the leader of the party.

RADIO: ♪ DAVID ESSEX:
Gonna Make You A Star

Norman.

You've struck lucky.

Yes! Because
this friend of mine,

his son is the MP
for Montgomeryshire.

He's a Liberal MP.

An actual Liberal.
I'm gonna tell him.

Yes, do. Good. And mention
the National Insurance card.

Yes, I will. I will.

He's a smashing chap.

His name is Mr Emlyn... Hooson.

Mrs Parry-Jones, of course.

Thank you for coming
all this way.

Nice to see you again,
Mr Hooson.

-This is Mr Scott. -Thank
you so much for seeing me.

And may I say it's about time.

If you'd like to follow me.
Come this way.

Can I ask,
is Mr Thorpe here today?

Oh, he's away in Zambia.
He won't be back till Monday.

Can I introduce you to
my colleague, David Steel.

MP for Roxburgh,
Selkirk and Peebles.

He's very kindly lent us his
office and would like to attend.

-Jeremy used to talk about you.
-Did he? All good, I hope.

He called you
the baby of the house.

I'm sure he meant it
in a jovial fashion.

Not particularly.

And, in the end, I never did get
my National Insurance card.

But Gwen says
I'm an honorary Welshman now.

She's been wonderful.

She's given me £500
for a pony trekking centre.

But er...
if all of this is true...

Your story is quite alarming,
Mr Scott.

Yes, and you've certainly
been detailed.

-Thank you.
-And clearly you have a gift.

For eliciting money
out of people.

But, tell me, when Mr Thorpe
gave you money,

were you blackmailing him?

What sort of blackmailer
goes to the police first?

I think perhaps we've heard
enough for one day.

These are very serious
allegations...

I love him, though.

-I beg your pardon.
-I love him. Jeremy.

-You can stop it now. -Every
time I tell this story,

it's always about the card
and the sex and the letters.

But I loved him
and I still love him,

even though that's ridiculous.

And he loved me.

So you can write down this.

I wasn't his prostitute
or a one-night stand...

or a quick little fuck
in the dark.

I was Jeremy Thorpe's lover.

I had no idea
how much he meant to you.

-Welcome back. -Thank you.
It was an excellent trip.

I wondered if I might
have a word.

-You know, I'm very busy--
-It's about Norman Scott.

Who?

Although I did know
a Norman Josiffe.

I think he also called
himself Norman Lynch.

So it's not impossible that he
changed his name for a third time.

But I hardly knew him well.

And yet...

he can describe
your mother's house,

and your flat at Marsham Court,

in great detail.

-Well, he did visit me, yes.
-What for?

I was helping him.

He had problems at work.
I gave advice, I think.

Is that all?

That was all.

Well, in that case, you won't
mind if I take this further.

To the Party.

And the police.

Because if he's lying,
then it's very important

that none of us are fouled
with the stench of this filth.

I think that would be a mistake.

Why's that?

Because you stood for election
as leader in '67 and I won.

So this would look like
nothing but revenge.

Well, we can let
the inquiry decide.

Then I shall remind them that you're
the man who stood up in court

-and defended Ian Brady. -That
was my duty... to the Crown.

So you've sided with the very
worst of sexual deviants.

What happened?
Did you get a taste for it?

I shall be taking this forward.

Yeah, you do that.

Home Secretary.
Mr Thorpe for you.

-Jeremy! -Reggie, this
is very good of you.

Thank you very much.

Ken, a sweet vermouth
for both of us.

-Keep them coming.
-Yes, Mr Maudling.

There's only one reason
anyone asks to see me

all hugger-mugger.

Have you been an idiot?

No.

So, you see, it's really
the same old tale.

In fact, first lesson of politics
- beware one's own colleagues.

So, what would you
like me to do?

Well, Hooson won't give up.
He's a grammar school boy.

I think he likes
scrapping in the yard.

And, apparently, this Scott made a
statement to the police back in '62.

It's a pack of lies
but its sheer existence

could be... misread.

Oh, would that be so bad?

We can all bear
a little scandal.

My own mother disowned me when I
married an actress - and I survived.

-How is Beryl?
-Still dancing.

You see, I think it's different when
the lies are homosexual in nature,

because I think stories like that reflect
badly on the whole of Parliament.

I just thought that perhaps you could
suggest to the police that they...

busy themselves
with more important things.

Is it true? What Scott says?

No.

-Consider it done.
-Thank you.

Consider it done and... no more.

We've hit a problem.

The Commissioner of the Metropolitan
Police can't find any substance

to Mr Scott's allegations.

♪ MIDDLE OF THE ROAD:
Soley Soley

You're very kind, Emlyn.

But it doesn't really matter
any more.

I... I just thought that um...

if Mr Scott had any evidence...

Um... Can I speak to him?

I've been very silly.

I do these things.

I have these little passions

and they sweep in
and they sweep out.

Mm.

Sorry. I don't think
I understand.

They laughed at me.

They all laughed at me.

The widow woman, falling for a boy who
was already in love with someone else.

Stupid.

I'm sorry.
I really don't understand.

It's OK that the matter
is closed, Mr Hooson.

You go back to your world
and I'll just stay in mine,

because I'm gonna be
perfectly fine.

Are you all right?

♪ MIDDLE OF THE ROAD:
Soley Soley

♪ Soley soley ♪

♪ Soley ley ♪

♪ Soley soley ♪

♪ Soley soley ♪
♪ Soley ley soley ♪

♪ Soley ley soley ♪

I tried ringing
but she won't answer.

Gwen? Hello, there?

Gwen, are you in?

Bloody hell, it's hot.

-Hey.
-Gwen?

Oh!

Oh.

Hard to identify.

They think the body's been there for
weeks, with the heating on full blast.

I was away. I was in London.

We'll have to wait
for the inquest but...

there were some pills
and some alcohol by the bed.

I'm so sorry.

It's a terrible set
of circumstances

but, given
the poor lady's passing,

I think we have to
consider the matter closed.

-Gracious of you.
-Thank you.

Did you give Mr Scott
your sympathies?

I passed on my condolences, yes.

No doubt you used
the same tone of voice

as when you offered me
sympathy for my dead wife.

Thank you, Emlyn.
You're dismissed.

David. Come.

We have work to do.

Jeremy says,
"Kill him in America."

So, I thought... Florida.

You see? This one is called
Big Cypress Swamp.

So, we... lure him there,

shoot him dead,
chuck him in the swamp -

plop - he sinks
to the bottom, gone.

-Or he gets eaten by alligators.
-Even better.

And you do the actual shooting?

I suppose so.

Shoot him, how?

Through the head.

David, you don't really
want to do this, do you?

-Oh, my God, no.
-I'm so glad.

-Bloody hell. It's insane.
-Bonkers, isn't it?

It's bloody nuts.

Do you think he
seriously means it, though?

Do you think Jeremy
really wants him dead?

Sometimes I do, yes.

So do I.

Shit.

And here we are...
plotting... with alligators.

It's astonishing
the hold he has over us.

Strange, isn't it?

Cos I've got that bloke
of mine at home, Gerald.

And that's magic.

But then I go to London,
and there's Jeremy.

And...

...I love him.

Gosh.

Yeah.

It amazes me that we'll go to
such lengths to protect him

when he's so bloody overt.

He's perfected the art
of hiding in plain sight.

I think he likes it.

The danger of it. It's a game.

Could you...
do it, though, David?

Could you... kill someone?

Really?

I'd get someone else to do it.

-Would you?
-I could find people, yeah.

Well, let's make sure
that you never do.

We'll pretend to Jeremy. We'll tell
him we've set it all up - the murder,

in Florida, and Norman - and
that something went wrong.

We'll say that Norman
just didn't turn up.

Wha... That's a bit lame.

Well, at least
he'll think that we tried.

Cos the good thing is that Jeremy
forgets Norman Scott every few years.

Let's just keep putting him off

until he forgets for good.

It might work.

He's got other things
on his mind these days.

-He's getting married again.
-Oh, good God!

Marion. Countess of Harewood.

What?

So, how was the wedding?
Congratulations, by the way.

Thank you very much indeed.

We're absolutely delighted.

It was a relatively
modest affair.

-Paddington Register Office. -And then
Westminster Abbey for the blessing.

Followed by a luncheon
for family and friends.

I think it was only...
40 guests?

We wanted to make it special.

We shared many happy memories
of Rupert's mother.

-It was lovely.
-We did indeed.

Thorpe, John Jeremy,
Liberal Party...

34,052.

I hereby declare that Jeremy Thorpe is
the MP for the North Devon constituency.

Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you very much.

Thank you.
What about the Tories?

They're down, sir.
We've tripled the vote.

London says we could have 14
seats by the end of the night.

It means Heath is going to
need the Liberals, sir.

-He needs you.
-Thank you, Danny.

Mwah.

Thank you, Barnstaple!

RADIO: A hung parliament puts
Thorpe and the Liberals

in a remarkably
powerful position.

If Thorpe has been
invited to Downing Street -

as it is reported he has been,

as it is reported he has been, then, without
a doubt, Heath will offer him a coalition.

then, without a doubt, Heath
will offer him a coalition.

Jeremy Thorpe could be
elevated to the Cabinet

-by the end of today.
-Wow.

Ask for Home Secretary.

I shall ask for more than that.

"Deputy Prime Minister"
isn't an official title.

It's only given at the Prime
Minister's discretion.

He could be the Deputy Prime
Minister of the United Kingdom.

A man who wants his secret
homosexual lover murdered.

Mr Thorpe left Downing Street
some 20 minutes ago,

but there's been
no announcement yet.

No. The terms
were not acceptable.

-Good for you.
-But Heath's out.

He's resigned. One down.

He's resigned. One down. The Queen's
asking Wilson to form a new government.

The Queen's asking Wilson
to form a new government.

That can't last more than
a couple of months. Two down.

We can force another
election. Almost there.

-Gin.
-Come on.

Thorpe, John Jeremy,
Liberal Party.

28,209.

Not quite the result we wanted.

Wilson's done it, sir.

He's in.

Danny... it's a game.

It's a very, very long game
and I'm playing it well.

Now, go home. Get some sleep.

Not scared of hard work, then?

Oh, I love it.

My first ever job
was in a stables.

That's why I came here.

More stables per square mile
than anywhere in the country.

It's like I've come home.

Two of the lads, they're off
training at Lasseter's,

so let's start with a month's
work, see how it goes.

Can I ask,
is there accommodation?

There's a room
above the stables.

Well, it's not really a room, but
if you don't mind roughing it.

Oh, God, I'll do anything. That
sounds perfect. Honestly, perfect.

Bye! Be good!

Thank you.

MAN ON TV:
Would you care for a...

Didsbury 4656.

No, you're not bothering me
at all.

Is there something wrong?

Hello, the Le Mesurier
residence.

Bloody hell!
The Magic Carpet King!

Hello?

Deakin speaking.

♪ Tie A Yellow Ribbon
Round The Ole Oak Tree

MAN: ♪ I'm coming home,
I've done my time ♪

♪ And I've got to know
what is and isn't mine ♪

OK...

♪ If you receive my
letter...♪ -All right?

♪ Telling you I'd soon be free ♪

♪ Then you'll know
just what to do ♪

♪ If you still want me ♪

♪ If you still want me ♪

♪ Oh, tie a yellow ribbon
round the ole oak tree... ♪

- Do you know an Andrew Newton?

- Do you know an Andrew Newton? Right? I
said, "Come on. Let's go back to the hotel."

Right? I said, "Come on.
Let's go back to the hotel."

She says, "Oh,
I wanna see the sights."

I said, "I wanna see
the sights! Get 'em off!"

♪ The Night Chicago Died
-Let me get that.

Keep the change.

Keep the change? You'd get
five pints out of that.

Oh, lots more
where that came from.

You're Andrew Newton, right?
The airline pilot.

Did I have it off
with your wife?

Well, I was told... you could
help a friend of mine.

♪ My Coo Ca Choo

Bottom line, Mr Newton,

is the deal could be worth
up to £10,000.

-I'm your man. -You don't
know what it is yet.

No. Sorry.

I'll do it, though.

♪ I really want you,
coo ca choo ♪

♪ ..that's neat, that's neat ♪

♪ I really love
your tiger feet ♪

♪ I really love... ♪
-Right!

What am I bid for Bridget? Hey?

Now, come on, come on.
It's all for charity.

- Six quid
for the lovely Bridget.

-Right, let's vote for--
-Come here, sweetheart.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Now sit yourself down.

They look cold,
your lovely baps.

Don't you flamin' well
touch me, mate!

Ohh...

No, no. No, no, no.
No touching the girls.

Not until they're paid for!

Hey! That's my girlfriend!
Get yer 'ands off her!

I'm hiding the boobs, sunshine.

I'm... I'm on boob patrol.

Oh!

For God's sake, Barry,
I'll do it myself!

♪ My, my, my Delilah ♪

♪ Why, why, why, Delilah? ♪

Yeah. I've spoken to him.

Well, I think he's
just the man we need.

No, I can guarantee he's
professional, ruthless...

and utterly discreet.

I'm glad to help. I love dogs.

You're such a good friend,
Norman.

If you could walk her every day.

I warn you,
she's a bit of a handful.

Dogs love me.
The bigger, the better.

Her name's Rinka. It's Japanese.
It means "trusting".

Oh, trusting. Hello, Rinka.

Hello. You're gorgeous, Rinka.

WOMAN: Good dog.
Oh, you tire me out.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Damn it. They promised me
this was a one-dog town.

Lovely big brutes, aren't they?

Yeah, we've seen this one
out and about.

It's Rinka, isn't it?

That's right.
And who's this beauty?

I'm Edna. No!

You mean the dog.

This is Princess Eleanor.

I'm Mrs Edna Friendship.

Oh, what a wonderful name.

Do you want to come in?
Come on, then.

Eh? Come on, then.

There's a good girl. Good girl.

It's a nice little place.
We've got our regulars.

And a little stream of traffic off
Eastern Avenue. We do all right.

-Is it just you? -No. I've got Barney.
Pot man.

As I was saying,

he's found some girl
in Lyme Regis, so...

If you fancy doing
a few odd jobs...

you know, changing the
barrels, a bit of bar work.

And there's a nice, little room upstairs.
You can have that.

-I could live here?
-Well, if you want.

Just peppercorn rent.

Oh. Erm...

Oh, what's this for, eh?

Hm?

-Oh.
-It's just...

People are so lovely to me
wherever I go

and I never know why.

Oh. Well...

Magic Carpet Company. Magic Carpet King.
Can I help you?

It's me.

I've been looking.
There's no sign of him.

Norman Scott
has completely disappeared.

-Do you think he knows?
-Could do.

I searched the whole of
Dunstable. Not a whisper.

-Dunstable?
-Yep.

-You're in Dunstable?
-Yep.

-He's in Barnstaple.
-Eh?

Norman Scott
lives in Barnstaple.

-I'll go to Barnstaple.
-You'd better had.

Over and out.

-Excuse me.
-Hello.

Yes, I saw you looking,
and it's fine.

No complaints here.
I'm Norman. Nice jacket.

My name is Peter King.

I'm here to tell you, Mr Scott,
you're in very great danger.

There is a man coming
from Canada to kill you.

-Canada? -But certain parties
have hired me to protect you.

-How do you know who I am? -Come
with me now to meet the person.

-What person?
-The one who hired me.

What do you mean,
someone wants to kill me?

Is it him? Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, it's him,
isn't it? Is it him?

Really, don't.
If you could come with me...

-right now.
-Is it him?

I don't know.
There is no "him". All right?

You have got to come with me.

I can't. I've got the dog. She's not mine.
This is Princess Eleanor.

Just get in the fucking car.

Wait there.

EDNA: We look forward
to seeing you.

Edna. There's a man outside.

-Would you take her for a
moment, please? -Got it.

This man,
he's got a yellow Honda.

-Write down the number.
-What for?

I can't stop!

-Oh. I've got it. Who is he? -He
says someone wants to kill me.

Why have you changed your shirt?

He's very good-looking.

So, have I got it right?

You still haven't got your
National Insurance card?

I have not.
So, tell me, what do you do?

-Who are you exactly?
-I'm a special investigator.

What does that mean?

It means...

You know... what it means. It's best
if you don't ask too many questions.

-Right.
-All I can say is...

you're in mortal danger.

-And now I've got to go.
-But... What? Why?

I don't like the way
that man's looking at me.

But you can't just walk off.
Not after that. What do I do?

I'll contact you. Soon as
the man from Canada arrives.

Is he the man you wanted me to meet,
or the man who's going to kill me?

It's complicated.
I'll be in touch.

EDNA: Norman.

Norman. He says it's important.

-Hurry up!
-Is it him?

I don't know.

I think so.

-Hello.
-Norman. It's Andy here.

-Who's Andy?
-I mean Peter!

Yes?

He's here. The man from Canada.

He's come to kill you
and he's already in Devon.

Oh, my God! What do I do?

Don't tell anyone. Not a word.

But meet me tonight.

Delves Hotel, Pin Street,
five o'clock.

I'll be going home now,
Mr Thorpe.

You working late?

Needs must. Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

-Hello. Sorry I'm late. -How
many Great Danes have you got?

This is Rinka.
Isn't she beautiful?

My friends can't cope with her.
She's more or less mine now.

I hate dogs.

Well,
that's a silly thing to say.

No, it's like a bloody donkey.
How's it gonna fit in the car?

I thought we were going
to the hotel.

-That's a different car.
-Change of plan.

I need to go to Porlock,
see a client.

-OK, well, I'll wait here.
-You need to come with me!

He could be anywhere,
the man from Canada.

Well, I'm not going
without Rinka.

Christ you make it difficult!
Get in, then.

In, in! Get in the car!

Oh, it stinks!

Get out. Go, go, go.

Take this thing with you
and all.

Ohh. Go inside, wait at the bar,
I'll come back and get you.

-Where are you going to now?
-Business.

Rinka. This way.

Ten thousand quid! Aaarghh!

Come on! Come on!

Aaarghh!

Aa-aa-aa-rrghh!

Oh, for fuck...

How long have you
been sitting there?

Why didn't you come and find me?

I can't be seen with anyone.

-Why not? -Because of my
job, obviously. Get in.

-Can you take me home?
-Get in!

I am getting in!

Come on, Rinka. In.

Good dog.

-What about the man?
-What man?

From Canada.

Don't worry. It'll be OK.
I'll look after you.

Honestly.

Everything is gonna be...
fine and dandy.

That's what my mum always says.

Fine and dandy.

-So, are they aggressive?
Great Danes? -No.

Soft old things.
Isn't that right, Rinka?

You and me.

-Both soft old things.
-But do they attack?

You know, like, if someone
was to attack you,

you know, what would it do?

Um, she might, I suppose.

-Used to hunt boars in the old days.
-Oh, Jesus.

Are you all right?

Yeah...

-Beautiful part of the world.
-Oh, not tonight.

But it is, though. Magnificent.

And you,
you're a very lucky man.

-Someone's trying to murder me.
-Yeah, I know, but...

You know what? Well done.

-What for?
-Dunno.

Not that bad, though, was it,
you know? Things you've done.

Amazing.

What's wrong?

Everything.

-Careful!
-Sorry, um...

Oh, I'm tired.

-I'm bloody worn out.
-Do you want me to drive?

OK.

Good idea. Yeah.

I've never been into Canada.

OK. Let's um...
Let's pull over here.

Okey-dokey.
I'll get out, you slide over.

No, no, I said slide over.
You didn't have to get out.

Oh, God, now she thinks
she's going for a run.

Rinka, darling,
we're all getting soaked.

Oh, who's a silly thing?
Who's a silly thing?

You are. You're the silly thing.

Rinka!

Come on, now.

Come on, now. Come on, girl.

Yes, my darling. Mwah, mwah.

Oh, my God. It's you.

Your turn.

Ahh!

Oh, fuck it! Fuck it,
fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!

Come on, come on, come on!

Fuck! Fuck!

No...

No!

Oh, no.

MAN: Are you all right?

He shot my dog!

-He tried to shoot me!
-Who did?

Jeremy Thorpe.

Jeremy Thorpe did this.
It was Jeremy Thorpe!