All language subtitles for Separate.Lies.2005.English

MAN:
No life is perfect,
though it may seem to be.

Secrets and discontent
lie hidden

beneath the smoothest surface.

In this, as in so many things,
my life was no exception.

Try and get the 6:00
tonight, please.

I'll do my best.

I promise I'll try.

That's okay.

Good morning, sir.
Good morning.

Guess what?

There's a meeting
on Whirlwind at 2:00.

Oh, really

What happened?

Did the French come back
into the ring?

I've no idea, but
Mr. Hardy's terribly excited.

Is he, indeed?

What's this about?

Priscilla says Mike's
jumping up and down.

Keep calm, Sherlock.

We've probably given him
the wrong advice

and we're in
for a bullocking.

I don't suppose you've got
any boredom suppressants.

Why should I?
You're the one
who needs them.

Evening.
Hello.

You made it.
I'm amazed.

Only just.

And no thanks to Simon.

He's always saying

how bored he is,

and then
will not shut up.

What was
the meeting about?

Oh, it's a new thing.

I'm not allowed
to talk about it.

Oh, James,
you are funny.

Has it got one of those
mysterious names you all love?

Project Whirlwind.

Sounds like something
out of the Famous Five.

Do you all sit around
drinking tea

with lashings and lashings
of strawberry jam?

You haven't forgotten
you're playing cricket tomorrow?

Of course I had.

JAMES:
Yes, yes.

Hello, hello.

Horlicks,
you hopeless dog.
You missed me?

Don't you dare
be nice to him.

He's dug a hole
in the lavender hedge

and he's absolutely
wrecked it.

You're a bad dog,
aren't you?

I thought we were getting rid
of the lavender hedge.

Were we?

I'm sorry.
I'd forgotten.

Drink?

Yes.

Come on.

Sorry, guys.

What is it?

I can't find
the raffle tickets.

Oh... what have you
done with them?

That's just it.
They say that they were
delivered to the house,

but I don't remember
ever seeing them.

Is there a problem?

WOMAN:
Only that I'm supposed
to be running a raffle,

and I've lost
the tickets.

Oh, dear.

Oh, yes, very funny.

Go and ask
Sarah Tufnell.

She's bound to have
some spares somewhere.

MAN:
Come on, James!

Sorry.

SARAH:
They're a bit bashed,

but they'll have to do.

I suppose
I better buy one.

Who's that?

Lord Rawston's son,
William.

Golly.

That's William Bule?

I thought he was in New York.

Well, he is, or,
rather, was.

Gather he's moving back.

What's he like?

You know, honestly,

I've hardly seen him
since his wedding.

He used to be quite
a pal of David's.

He's married then?

Divorced.

Shame, really.

She's rather sweet.

So...

there we are.

MAN:
Excuse me.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What can I get you?

MAN:
Two teas, please.

I've got to sit down.

I'm nearly dead.

How's James
getting on?

WILLIAM:
Holding his own.

WOMAN:
He's always in
for hours

but he never seems
to score any runs.

What's he do?

Something high-powered
in the city?

He's a solicitor.
Is that high

- I assume he's very good.
- He's very expensive.

They're closing up
in the tent, and I thought
I'd steal this for you.

You're a lifesaver.

Can I give you a hand
with those tickets?

Are you serious?

That would be
simply wonderful.

I'm completely
defeated.

I'm sorry.

You must know
each other.

Maggie Pearce,
William Bule.

Yes, I know Mr. Bule.

I used to work
up at the house

when his mother
was alive.

Yes.

Well, I better get going.

I'd forgotten she worked
for your parents.

How long was she there?

Quite long.

Well, she's been
marvelous to us.

She runs the house.

She feeds the dog
when we're in London.

I can't think how
we'd manage without her.

Oh, God, that's me.

Good luck.

What happened?

Oh, the husband
came back.

He wasn't dead
after all.

So who went off
with James Mason?

Nobody.

Turns out he was a Nazi spy.

Well, I'd have gone off
with him anyway.

They didn't think like that
in 1954.

I wonder if we ought to have
a party down here.

Oh...

I don't know why
you're making that noise.

All you have to do
is turn up and drink.

Oh, on that basis,
go ahead.

Well, we never entertain.

We must owe everyone
within a 20-mile radius...

I've got
a better idea.

Let's stop
going to them.
Oh, don't be so grumpy.

You're the one
who wanted a country life.

I didn't want a country life.
I just wanted to get away
from our London life.

I'm talking about
a drink and some nibbles,
not an embassy ball.

I'll get it.

Hello?

JAMES:
Darling.

Oh, don't say what I think
you're gonna say.

Well, I-I wouldn't,
if I didn't have to,

but there's this guy coming over
from Paris.

And there's no other time
in the history of the world

when you can see him?

I'll try and catch
the half past 8:00.

I should get in
about 20 to 10:00.

I'll meet it.

Oh, don't you dare.

I'll get a taxi.

No, I'll meet it.

It'll give me an excuse
to get rid of the stayers.

So everything under control?

What have you done
about the glasses?

I've borrowed some.

From Bill Bule.

So you really are organized.

Yes, sir.

SIMON:
What are you
doing here?

I thought you were giving
a party in the country.

I don't believe it.
You're not staying
for the meeting.

What's the matter?
Afraid we'll reach
a decision without you?

You're like a mountaineer,
clinging on for dear life
to every tiny detail.

You've got to learn
to let go, James.

In my experience, mountaineers
who let go usually regret it.

You're sweet.

Mmm...

How was it?

Well, you know,
they came,

they drank too much,
they left.

How was your meeting?

Oh, all right.
Needless to say,

the French are making
a song-and-dance
about everything,

but I think
it'll be okay.

Well, you're home now.

Who's that?

Oh, it's Bill.

What's he doing here?

I couldn't find
the car keys.

Wasn't it stupid?

Yes.

Anyway, he was just leaving
so he said he'd bring me.

Oh...

That really was very kind
of you.

Thank you.

BILL:
Pleasure.

Uh, can we tempt you
in for a drink?

Thanks.

What's that?

BILL:
What's what?

This scratch.

It's probably
some jealous bastard.

I might have scraped
a gate or something.

Hmm...

Did Anne tell me you were
getting a flat in London?

Yeah.

Bill has two sons
in London.

He likes to see
a lot of them.

That must have been
rather difficult

when you were living
in New York.

Yeah.

How old are they?

Um, the eldest one is about 12,
I think,

and Freddy must be nine by now,
I suppose, or ten.

I thought you were going
to take that down.

You really shouldn't raise
our hopes like that.

Why should I take it down?

Because one should never hang
bad pictures.

They corrupt one's taste.

I don't think
it is a bad picture.

I suppose I wouldn't mind it
if he were handsome,

but he's got
such an odd nose.

You put him there.

Poor old James.

I expect he's an
ancestor, is he?
Yes.

ANNE:
I don't know about an ancestor.

He's a cousin or something,
isn't he?

I must run.

Once more, thank you
a million times.

De nada.

Yes, thanks.

Don't see me out.

What's got into him?

What do you mean?

Why on earth
was he being so fucking rude?

Oh, darling...

Don't "oh, darling" me.
You're just as bad.

What?

You were ganging up on me.
I hate that.

No, no, no.
I really hate it.

Darling, I'm sorry.

He was only trying to be funny.

Well, he failed.

Are you sure
this was five minutes?

Yes.

Why, isn't it right?

I'll do another.

No, it doesn't matter.

Don't eat it
if it isn't right.

No, no, no, it's fine.
It's fine.

Bloody people.

I'll get it.

Hello.

MAGGIE:
Anne, something happened.

What?

Who was it?

Maggie.

Oh, don't tell me
she's not coming.

No, she's not.

Typical.

I don't know why
you stand for it.

There's been an accident.

Oh, I feel
rather mean now.

Who is it?

Her husband.

He's been knocked down.

Christ, is he going
to be all right?

They don't know.
They've taken him to the
hospital in High Wycombe.

That's where she was
calling from.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What a bloody thing.

When was it?

Yesterday evening.

I said we'll go straight there.

Where?

To the hospital.

Why?

What do you mean, why?
Darling, darling,

I'm very sorry that Maggie's
husband has been hurt,

and I hope he recovers,

but, but, how can we help?

I've said we'll go.

She'll be expecting us.

This is kind of you.

How is he?

Not good.

I'm sure they'll do
everything they can.

Do they know
what happened?

I saw it.

You saw it?

I was looking out
the bedroom window.

He was nearly home.

I saw him through the trees
in the lane,

and suddenly this car shot past.

It must have caught
his handlebars or something.

Can you remember
what kind of car it was?

I don't remember.

It was a Jeep

or a Range Rover
or something like that.

It was all so quick.

Mum...

You better come.

Oh.

You go.

I'll stay here
as long as you like.

Come in. Come in.

Yes, I'm just dropping
these off.

Nonsense.
Come right in.

Dump those there
for the moment.
All right.

We're in the library.

I've got my two grandsons
for the weekend.

( automatic weapons firing,
men screaming on television )

William!

James, hello.

I just brought
the glasses back.

Do you want a drink?

No, no, I-I-I don't think so.

Charles, turn that
bloody thing down,

or go and watch it upstairs.

CHARLES:
Come on.

I hear there's been an accident.

Yes, poor old Joe.

LORD RAWSTON:
He used to work here.

Is he going
to be all right?

I don't know.
Anne's with them now.

Sit down.

Yes, thank you.

It, uh...

just depends.

I am sorry.

Have they any idea
who did it?

Well, his wife thinks she saw
someone in a Range Rover.

I'm sorry;
it's just that around here,

it might be more helpful

if it was someone
who wasn't in a Range Rover.

LORD RAWSTON:
It was a pity we missed
you last night.

I was caught up in London.

Although these days
I can't drink

more than a thimbleful
if I'm driving.

You should have made
Bill take you.

Of course.

Like fools,
we were in two cars.

I had a meeting.
I came straight home.

A meeting?

I wish you'd stop
talking American.

Yet he thinks of himself as
Euro-prince, a lord of creation.

And the minute the other
side say anything
to diminish this...

Yes?

James, I am sorry,
but Anne is on the telephone.

Can't you take a message?

It seems to be rather urgent.

What is it?

ANNE:
Maggie's daughter just rung.

He died two hours ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We'll talk about it
when I get home.

Of course, I'm...
I shouldn't have called.

No, don't be silly.

It's just, I'm in the middle
of something.

Yes, you must get back to work.
Bye.

Maggie, I'm so very sorry.
Thank you for coming.

Let's go.

I just want to say
something to Maggie.

She's with her
children, darling.

Leave it.

No, I want to.

Maggie.

We're thinking of you.

Thank you.

Interested? I know someone
who could give you
a good deal.

No, thanks, I see...

Hello, Bill.

How is she?

Widowed.

What do you want
for pudding?

Oh, what is it?

Ice cream, or fruit,

or you could have one of those
little summer puddings,

but I'd have to defrost it.

What time did Bill Bule
get to the party?

What?

When...

When did Bill get to the house
on the night of the party?

I don't know...

about half past 7:00, I think.
Why?

No reason.

Except...

Except I think he had something
to do with it.

With what?

The accident.

That's ridiculous.
He couldn't have.

Why not?

Because he wasn't
coming that way.

He didn't drive straight
from their house.

He came from the other end
of the village.

Why, what was he doing?

What do you mean?

Who was he seeing
at the other end of the village?

He said he was
with the Northbrooks.

They're in the opposite
direction.

He told me
he was at a meeting.

You haven't asked him about it?

No, no, no,
not like that.

He said he went on to the party
from a meeting.

Well, obviously, he had
a meeting with the Northbrooks.

So what's it to be?

Ice cream, fruit

or summer pudding?

Have you got any cheese?

Yes.

Just cheese.

Bill, it's James Manning.

Is this a good time?

You just caught me.

There's something I really want
to talk to you about.

Yeah?

I don't want to discuss it
over the telephone.

Uh, are you in London
this week?

So, what's the problem?

I don't really know
how to put it.

Uh...

but, um...

I think you knocked down
that man the other day.

No, it wasn't me.

Was it you?
No.

Then it must have been
a third party.

Ooh, can we have
the red now please?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

You said you were at a meeting
before you went to the party,

but according to Anne,
you told her

that you were with
the Northbrooks.

Yes.

Well, which was it?

Perhaps I was at a meeting
with the Northbrooks.

Yes, that's what Anne said.

Well, there you go then.

The Northbrooks were in Spain.

They didn't get back
till the weekend.

I telephoned Amelia
on Tuesday morning,
before I rang you.

Uh...

And that scratch on your car...

Why were you so anxious
to get it painted out?

I didn't think
it was very pretty.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Suppose I was somewhere else
that night,

but I don't want to prove it?

Well, then you can't complain
if people suspect you.

Who's complaining?

I don't mind in the least,
my dear chap.

Or if the police ask
the same question.

I assume it's asking too much
to expect you just to...

leave it alone.

Yes, it is.

Why is it?

Well, at the risk
of sounding stuffy,

I like to do the right thing.

It's the way I am.

Well?

Well, have it your own way.

I did it.

Can I...

Can I rely on you
to turn yourself in?

You know, this will cause
my father and my children

a great deal of suffering.

I know you
don't believe me,

but I am extremely sorry
the accident took place.

But the fact is, it did.

None of us
can change that.

So you'll telephone
the police today?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

I had lunch
with Bill Bule today.

Oh?

Aren't you surprised?

Should I be?

I asked him about the accident.

He said
he was responsible for it.

He did it.
It was his fault.

So, what happens next?

What do you think happens next?

He goes to the police.
They bring charges.

I don't know.

And all that's
absolutely necessary?

Yes, it's absolutely necessary.

How would it help?

What do you mean?

I don't see
how it'll help.

Bill's made a mistake,

a horrible, tragic mistake,
and a man is dead,

but... it's not
as if he'll do it again.

I mean, he's no risk
to anyone else.

That's ridiculous.

Of course, you're perfect,
as we all know.

But even you do sometimes
make mistakes.

I don't usually kill people.

Then there's his father
and the boys

You really want to wreck
all those lives?

I don't see that
I've got a choice.

You do have a choice.

You've done your stuff.

You've solved
the mystery.

You can leave it
up to Bill whether or not
he goes to the police.

I mean, he's the one
who has to live with it.

I don't understand you.
Of course I can't
leave it up to Bill.

What about Maggie?

Last week you were sobbing
all over her in the hospital.

Now you want to hide
her husband's killer.
You're being nonsensical.

You sure?

What is this?
Am I missing something?

Yes.

I was with him.

What?

In the car.
I was with him.

Why?

It might not surprise you
to learn

that I'd forgotten to check
the drink for the party.

And around 5:00,
I suppose,

I realized there
wasn't any vodka.

Then I'd lost the car keys.

So I rang Bill

and he gave me a lift
to the new Sainsbury's and

on the way home,
we stopped at a pub.

Why?

I don't know why.
We felt like it.

So he was drunk.

He wasn't drunk.

Neither of us was drunk.

No, but he'd had a drink
before he drove you home.

We both had a drink.

Anyway...

I was driving.

Slow down.

Don't fuss. I've got
the hang of it now.

For God's sake.

Whoo! Blimey!

There is something
very powerful-making
about these things.

Well, could you be
a bit less powerful

please, and calm...
Jesus!

Why didn't you stop?

I don't know.

Was it Bill?
Didn't he want you to stop?

He didn't think
we'd hit him.

We certainly didn't know
that he was really hurt.

Oh, I don't
believe this.

What are we going to do?

Whatever you want.

You must decide, James.

I'll do
whatever you want.

Never mind about me.
What do you want?

I don't want Bill to confess
to something that I've done.

So I suppose I'd better
go to the police.

No, no, no.
You can't do that.

Why not?

Because they'll send you
to prison.

Then that's where
I belong.

You can come
and visit me

and bring me a cake
with a file in it.

Do you mean
to use that plate?

Yes!

I'm so, so sorry.

Anyway, they, they, uh...

They haven't got much to go on.

Even if Maggie
gets the car right,
it won't tell them much.

Nothing they can make stick.

They can if I help them.

You're not going to prison.

I've done wrong.
I ought to be punished.

Well, that's, that's very noble
of you, but, uh, the problem is,

you won't be the only one
to take the punishment.

"Top solicitor's wife
in hit-and-run killing."

Exactly.

Why was it different
for Bill?

What?

Well, you didn't mind
his family being involved.

Why is it different for me?

You'd better ring him.

Never mind Bill.

Have you decided
what you want to do?

Nothing, I suppose.

You want me
to do nothing.

I don't see the point
in wrecking our lives as well.

:
Now you sound like Bill.

Oh, fuck Bill!

That's the thing.

What?

I do fuck Bill.

Or rather, he fucks me.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Can I ask you
an enormous favor?

I want to get Anne
away for a few days.

I wondered if you could
cover for me?

Priscilla knows what's going on
and I'm on the end
of a telephone.

But could you bear to keep
a vague eye on things?

Of course.
Where you going?

It doesn't matter much.

Someplace where we won't
meet anyone we know.

Thanks.
I'll see you later.

JAMES:
I've let you down, haven't I?
I must have done.

Otherwise none
of this would have happened.

No, you haven't.

It was my fault.
I did it.

I did everything.

Can't we just
leave it at that?

No, no, no, no,
we can't leave it.

I need to understand it.

Look, here am I thinking
we are very happy,

only to discover
that on the contrary,

we-- or at any rate, you--
are very unhappy.

No.
Well, what is it?

Am I, am I,
uh... thoughtless?

Am I unkind?

Or, uh, or is it
something, uh...

something more prosaic?

Am I a bad lover?
Is that it?

Is his cock
bigger than mine?

Does he give you
more orgasms than I do?

No, it-it...

He isn't... it's
nothing like that.

Well, what is it?!

He's easy to be with.

He doesn't seem to want
anything from me.

And that's good, is it?

Yes, it's good.
It's very good.

You have such
standards, James.

Whatever I do,
I always feel

that I'm letting you
down in some way,

that I'm not measuring up;
I'm getting it wrong.

I'm disappointing you.

And you don't disappoint him?

I don't think he cares
enough either way.

And that's just so...

relaxing.

Oh, well, I'm sorry
I'm not more relaxed.

Killing someone seems
to stick in my mind.

JAMES:
Do you know what I think?

I think
we should have had a child.

I shouldn't have let you
give up.

Is that what you think?

Well...

God knows I tried hard enough.

Anyway...

The thought of a baby
yowling away nonstop

and you wondering why
the drawing room wasn't tidy

or the wine wasn't cold...

I can't see it.
Can you?

Why do they come
to these tomblike hotels

if they've got nothing
to say to each other?

What now?

I suppose...

we go back to London...

and I tell Bill
that it's finished.

And I get
over him and...

we forget about
the accident.

And we start again.

Can you do that?

I don't know.

I haven't got a better idea.
Have you?

No.

No, you simply have
to put it behind you.

You said so yourself.

I know.

I know I do.

It's just that
it doesn't seem

to want to get
behind me quite yet.

Well, you've
had a good break,

and that's
the main thing.

It does you good
to get away.

I wish you'd
go away for a bit.
We can manage.

Thank you,
but I don't want to.

Not just yet.

Not while they're working
on it anyway.

Are they getting
anywhere?

I think so.

That's what they say anyway.

You got to trust them,
haven't you?

I'll take these
upstairs.

Don't punish yourself.

Somebody's got to.

Now for the next
Station of the Cross.

Why?

Bill.

I've got to tell him
it's over.

You don't have to do that now.

No time like the present,
as Nanny used to say.

It does have to be
absolute, does it?

You're certain we can't
keep him as a friend?

I am.

Because I can assure you
it wouldn't embarrass him.

He doesn't care enough
about me for that.

No, it's a little
too Jerry Springer
for me, I'm afraid.

And I do care about you.

Right.

Well, off I jolly well go.

Darling, we've got
a visitor.

Who?

Inspector Marshall.

The inspector's
handling the inquiry
into Joe's death.

He's come up
from Buckinghamshire.

Oh, how do you do?

Weren't you
at the funeral?

Yes.

Yes, I...

I remember you.

How nice of you to go.

Well, please,
go through.

Sit down.

I was up in London,
and I wanted to catch you both.

You never know with weekenders
when next they'll be back.

Yes, well, we're
going down tomorrow,

but, uh,
I'm delighted.

Whatever we can
do to help.

How are you enjoying life
in Buckinghamshire?

Well, I was born there,
so I'm used to it.

Has, uh...

Has Anne offered
you a drink?

Oh, nothing for me.
Thank you.

So...

I understand
you gave a party

the night
Mr. Pearce was run down.

Yes, well, uh, Anne did.

Oh, you yourself
weren't present at it?

No, no, no, I was
held up in London.

Ah. So you'd
have no idea

of the comings
and goings of the guests.

Obviously not.

And you must have
been very busy.

I can't see where
this is going.

You see, the incident happened
near your house

at approximately
a quarter past 6:00,

on a night when a lot of people
were on their way to your house,

many of them
driving powerful cars

on roads that
were unfamiliar.

I was wondering if I might have
a list of your guests.

Well, I can't believe
there's any connection.

In a manslaughter case,

we try to be as thorough
as we can.

Of course you do.

If you can wait
while I go through

this smorgasbord
I call my desk...

Yes. Yes, I can wait.

JAMES:
So things are

moving along?

We like to think so, sir.

Did you know that Mrs. Pearce
has a criminal record?

JAMES:
Yes, I knew she had

a bit of a bother
a few years ago.

You make her sound
like a great train robber.

She told you, then?

Yes.

What difference does it make?

Only that you
can expect things to get

rather uncomfortable for her
in court.

She's the key witness,

if you see what I mean.

Oh, you think
it's going to go to court?

We hope so, sir.

We certainly hope so.

JAMES:
He can't suspect you.

One person not driving to
a party is surely the hostess.

Should we ring Bill?

No.

I only meant to warn him.

No.

All right.

What train are you getting
tomorrow night?

I'm going to be late.

There's another big meeting
for this Whirlwind thing.

I'll get a taxi.
Oh, don't be silly.

Honestly, I-I-I won't
get back before 10:00.

JAMES:
Anne, Anne, wake up.

You're dreaming.
You're dreaming, darling.

Wake up.

It's a dream.
You were dreaming.

Okay.

Oh!

I don't know if I
can do this, James.

Course you can.

I don't know.

I don't think I'm cut out
for a life of crime.

I suppose I am.

Can't we just tell them?

Wouldn't it be better
in the long run?

What are you saying?

You have no idea
what they'll do to you.

Yes, I do.

And it makes me so scared
that I can hardly breathe,

but I don't think
I can stand this much longer.

Well, you must.

It's too late for all that.

We've passed that point.

We just have
to go forward now.

We have to go forward.

Uh, no, I want to check
the wording on this one again.

Mr. Hardy's okayed it.

I want to check
the wording again.

Fine.

By the way, an
Inspector Marshall

rang yesterday
after you'd gone.

I told him to
try you at home.

I hope that
was all right.

Yes, fine. He came
round last night.

There was a hit-and-run accident
near our house in the country.

Was someone hurt?

Oh, killed, I'm afraid.

The husband of our cleaner.

God, how terrible.

I'm sorry.

Do they have any
idea who did it?

No. No, I don't think so.

Drunk, I suppose.

No, they...

They, they just think

someone came round
the corner too fast.

Of course, they-they,
they could have been drunk,

now I think of it.

SIMON:
Greetings!

I bring tidings
of comfort and joy.

What?

There's an air strike
in Paris.

The meeting's off.
Mike's going home

and so are we,
and what's more,

I'm giving
you a lift.
What?

I'm staying near High Wycombe
for the weekend,

which means I pass
within two miles
of your front door.

That's very kind.
Are you sure?

Quite sure, but we're going now
to beat the traffic.

Just let me ring Anne first.

No answer.

Try Anne's mobile--
leave a message,

and then you can go home early
yourself for a change.

Don't worry. I will.

Are you all right?

Only you seem rather
preoccupied lately.

Do I?

I wondered if everything
had settled down.

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Good.

This is not you, I assume.

No, our local milord's.

Fright!

I don't envy
the villagers

if they drive
like that.

Is that one
of the family?

I-I-I, I don't know.

I couldn't see.

Next left.

Anne?

Surprise!

Not quite.

I got the message from
Priscilla about ten minutes ago.

Hello, Simon.
What can we get you?

Nothing.

Can I see the house?

Of course.

How much
did you have to do?

It wasn't too bad.

Bye!

Bye.

You came out of the gates
as we drove
into the village.

Aren't you going
to deny it?

There's no point,
is there?

You said
you'd given him up.

Yes. Well, I was lying,
wasn't I?

Are you going
to give him up?

No.

James...

if I could, I would.

I meant to
when I went up there,

but I couldn't.

I don't know why.

Maybe it's love
after all.

But even if it isn't--

if it's only lust
or desperation or neurosis--

I know that, if I promise
to finish with him,

I'll break that promise.

I said I'd end it,
and I meant to,

but I can't.

I see.

Yes?

James?

Yes.

You've got to come
over here right away.

What are you talking about?

You and Anne.
You must come over here now.

No.

What do you mean, no?

I mean, I know what
you've done, you shit.

And, if you were
the last man on earth,

nothing would induce me
to set foot in any house

or on an inch of land
associated with you.

Yes, yes.
We'll do all that later.

The thing is,
you must come now.

There's a witness.

It's the guy in
the local garage.

He rang just
after you left.

He knows about
the scratch.

Oh, geez, you didn't have it
resprayed around here, did you?

No. I'm not a complete idiot.

Of course I didn't.

I filled up before
I went to London.

I went back
this morning,

and he noticed
the scratch was gone.

Apparently, they'd been asking
questions at all the garages.

No.

You sure?

Will he report it?

Well, he said he
felt he ought to.

And I couldn't
think of a reason

why he shouldn't.
No.

Of course,
I told him

it couldn't possibly
have been me.

But I doubt that made
any difference.

Why not?
Why couldn't it be you?

Ah. Because you
telephoned me here

at a quarter past 6:00
that night.

Well, why would I?
I don't know.

You couldn't get through
to the vicarage.

You had a surprise for Anne.
What does it matter?

The point is, you better have
some story ready just in case.

Yes, but the records in
the office will show that I...

For Christ's
sake, James.

You borrowed a mobile, and you
can't remember whose it was.

You went out for
some cigarettes,

and you rang
from a call box.

Just think of something.

Unless we tell the truth
and take the consequences.

Uh...

All right.

Good.

Yeah.

Here's another fine mess
you've got me into.

Okay. Where?

Tomorrow morning, then.
Good-bye.

Well, talk
of the devil.

Will I be in
tomorrow morning?

There's a certain
P.C. Marshall who
wants to call on me.

He's an inspector.

He came to see us
in London.

It doesn't
mean anything.

Yeah, well, it's all right,
then, isn't it?

I won't bring it up
unless he asks
but if he does,

I'll say you rang
from the train you were on

because Anne
was engaged.

Okay, okay.

Good. That
concludes
the business.

Oh. Oh, is that it?

We stand around drinking,
then I, uh... I push off

while you go upstairs
and fuck my wife

Sounds
about right.

You bastard.

You bloody,

fucking, shitty bastard!

Jesus Christ!

Fuck!

Hello?

You're drunk.

Yes.

Why have
you come back?

His father's there.

Oh, bad luck.

So what's next
on the agenda?

Aren't you going
to fill me in?

Presumably, we shall
not be returning to Wales

for another heart-to-heart.

Bill's going racing
at Longchamps.

He's leaving tomorrow.

He's asked me to go with him.

Right.

He thought we might stay on
in Paris for a couple of weeks.

Oh, I see.

I see.

So have we reached what
they call the end of the road?

Do you want a divorce?

I just want everybody
to stop being so unhappy.

What?

Only I shall be in Paris next
week, as you very well know.

No, I don't.

The final, grand meeting
for Whirlwind.

I'd forgotten.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be, please.

It'll be fun.

You with your lover,

me slaving in misery
across the way.

My work's always been a source
of hilarity for you.

I'd like to think you can...

you can still get
a good laugh out of it.

Oh, James,
please don't be like this.

Why not?

How should I be?

You can have "suicidal,"
"bitter,"

or "glad to be rid of you."

Only I can't

manage the last, so, uh...
I think I'll stick to bitter.

Will I see you
when we're there?

Oh, fuck off.

I suppose you'll be
at the George V.

Fuck off.

Are you
looking for me?

If it's not too inconvenient.

Well, the thing is,
I... I've got a lunch.

It won't take long.

I thought we could
go up to your office.

Of course.

It seems Mr. Bule's car was
in some sort of collision

on or around the night
Mr. Pearce died.

I should ask
him about it then.

We have.
And what did he say?

That he can't have had anything
to do with Mr. Pearce's death.

He says you rang him
at Madley Park
at about quarter

past 6:00
that night.

Yes.

Why was that?

Anne was engaged,

and I wanted to confirm which
train I was going to be on,

and I knew Bill
was going to the party.

And the call
was from this office?

No. No, um...

No. Not exactly,
now you... now
you say it.

I was, um... in the building,

but out of the office.

I borrowed
somebody's mobile.

Though, for
the life of me,

I can't remember whose.

But it was definitely
a quarter past 6:00?

It must have been around then
because, after the call,

I collected some papers
for a 6:30 meeting.

Well, if that's true,
that would seem to settle it.

It is true.

What's your opinion
of Mrs. Pearce as a witness?

What do you mean?

The other day,
I mentioned that

she was in
some trouble

a few years ago.
Oh, yes.

She was convicted of theft.

Well, she told us about it
when we employed her.

It's a long time ago, Inspector.

You do know who was the
main witness against her?

The Honorable William Bule.

She was working at
his parents' house

at the time,
and he was the one

who said she took it.

He said he'd seen her do it.

The point being
that she's made

a statement saying
it was Bule's car

she saw that night.

Well, how can she be sure?

She said it happened so fast.

Well, she says
she is sure.

But that's why
I asked the question,

especially now
you've confirmed

that you spoke to him
at the same time as the crash.

You see my difficulty, sir.

You mean, she might be trying
to incriminate him

for some sort of revenge?

Sir?

I don't think
Maggie would deliberately lie

about something like that.

No?

No.

Do you, by any remote chance,
feel like buying a couple

of opera seats
for tomorrow night?

Some friends of Diane's
have chucked, and
I'm stuck with them.

What is it?

An incredibly dreary production
of Turandot.

The tickets are about
a million pounds each.

Hmm, tempting.

The answer's no.

You don't want
to check with Anne?

Well, she's away at the moment.
She's in Paris.

Oh, are you meeting up
with her next week?

Uh, I don't know.
I-I don't think so.

I'm off.

Che vediamo.

Are you on your own then?

Yes, yes.

Fridge pie for me,
I'm afraid.

I don't suppose
you fancy a bowl
of my spaghetti instead?

Well, that's very charming,
but...

I-I give you enough trouble
during the day.

It's no trouble.

I've made this huge bowl
of sauce.

Don't know why.

Y-You're sweet, but, uh...

I think I'm due an early night.

Of course.

I just remembered I'd made
this huge bowl of sauce.

Yes, well, I'll-I'll...

I'll see you tomorrow.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour.

James Manning.

Yes, Mr. Manning,
we're expecting you.

Here we are.
Room 432.

We also have
a message for you.

ANNE:
Dearest James,
please let's meet.

You'll say no, of course.

No.

Monsieur?

Thank you.

James

Oui, oui.

Monsieur Bule, s'il vous plait.

Of course, monsieur.

ANNE:
Hello?

Yes, it's... it's me.

Uh, is he there?

No.

Good.

Will you let me see you?

Uh, what are you doing
for dinner?

We're going to Fouquet's.

What about tomorrow?

I've got a lunch,
but I'm free in the morning.

Let's meet in the Parc Monceau
at half past 11:00.

By the statue
of Guy de Maupassant.

Do you remember it?

I remember.

Bonsoir, monsieur.
Taxi, monsieur?

Merci.

Well, here we are again.

I've always loved
this place.

You look well.

So do you.

Uh, Marshall came
to the office last week.

He wanted to check the story
about the telephone call.

So now you're in it.

Wasn't I before?

Did you know that Bill
was the main witness
against Maggie?

Yes, he told me.

When?

A few days ago.

Why didn't he
tell you earlier?

What difference
does it make?

She's identified
his car.

They think she might be lying
in order to implicate him.

She wouldn't do that.

Well, I know,
but crazy as it is,

if they think that,
it could help you.

I wish you'd let me
tell them the truth

right from the beginning.

That's not what happened.

That's what Bill says.

Oh.

I thought you could do
with this.

That's very kind of you.

None of this
is Anne's fault.

I know who I blame,
and it isn't her.

I don't know how helpful it is
to blame anyone, really.

I don't agree.

Some people are wreckers.

We're all wreckers.

We make choices.

And we make them for the best
and most loving reasons,

but we don't see
the damage we cause.

With what's happened

between you both,

there's something
I ought to tell you.

Yes?

You know the accident,
when Joe was killed?

Yes?

Mr. Bule was driving.

How do you know that?
Did... did you see him?

It was him.
It was his car.

I've, uh, told
the inspector.

I've made a statement.

And what did he say?

Only that Bule's cooked up
some alibi.

But he's lying.

Or he's got someone
to lie for him.

I'm sure the inspector knows
what to do if anyone's lying.

Yeah, that's
what he said.

That they know
how to catch them out.

I can't stand the thought
of Anne being mixed up in it.

You're a very
good friend to her.

Before I met Anne,
I hadn't worked
for eight years.

When you're a cleaner
and you tell people

you've been convicted
of theft,

it's like... leprosy.

They don't want
you near them.

They don't want you
touching their things.

And Anne wasn't like that?

When I told her, do you
know what she said?

I've never forgotten it.

She said, we've all
got stuff in our past
that wasn't too clever.

And she never
asked for thanks.

She just gave me
back my life.

Why did you have to tell people?
They wouldn't have found out.

There's a Londoner talking.

Anyway,

it would have been lying
to keep silent,
wouldn't it?

Sometimes not speaking
is a lie.

I suppose so.

Isn't there anything
you could say
to make her see sense?

If there was, don't you think
I'd have said it?

I'm a little bit tired.
That's all.

I don't suppose
that spaghetti's
still an offer.

I let you sleep for a bit
while I popped out.

Thank you.

I thought you could have
a proper breakfast for once.

Well, I was thinking...

Just once
won't hurt.

Excuse me.

Yes?

James, it's Bill.
Where are you?

Never mind where I am.
What do you want?

It's Anne. I've got
to see you now at once.

Tell your office
you can't come in.

Why

She's all right.

I'll explain when I see you.

( tires screeching,
horn blares )

We had a row last night,
a big one.

What about?

Everything.

That chap telephoned,
the policeman.

He wanted to go over
your story again.
And?

And I confirmed it,
of course. No problem.

Blah-blah-blah.
Absolutely fine.

I put down the phone

and she started sobbing,
wailing.

She can't go on with it.

She's ruined
all our lives.

Nothing's going to be right
until we've faced it.

And so on.
Jesus.

( tires screech,
horn blares )

When I woke up this morning,
she was gone.

So the question is,
would she have gone to Maggie's

or straight to the police?

She'd have gone
to Maggie's.

How can you be sure?

Because I know her.

You shouldn't have come.
It won't make any difference.

I've already rung the police
and left a message.

They should be here
any minute.

And don't tell me
I'm wrong. You know,

If it had been
anybody else but me,
you'd have done this long ago.

Yes, but it was you.

Help me, James.
Just tell her.

I can't make her
believe me.

Will someone explain
what's going on?

Please, James,
just tell her!

Don't.

Anne was responsible
for the accident.

She's very, very sorry.

And so am I.
That's what she keeps saying,
but it's not true.

Maggie,
what do I have
to say to you?

I killed Joe.

No.

That's not right!

That's not what happened!

Why are you letting her
say this?

Maggie, that may be
what you and the
inspector think,

but you are wrong.

It wasn't him.

It was me. I did it.

It was his car!

Don't tell me it wasn't.
I saw it!

He lied about that,
didn't he?!

Yes, he lied,
and so did James and so did I,
and yes, it was his car,

and yes, he was there.

But I promise you
I was driving.

Mrs. Pearce,
I had a message.

That's quite
a gathering.

Mrs. Manning, here I am.
Do you have something
to tell me?

Anne was anxious
to know

if there had been
any news about Joe.

She's been away.

Now just a minute,
she said...

I hope you haven't
come chasing out here
for no reason.

She didn't mean
for her message
to be taken as urgent.

Did you?

Now look!

I came here
because you had something

to tell me. What is it?

What a shame.

Dragging you out here
for nothing.

I am sorry.

She should have waited.
I could have told her
what was going on.

Don't do this.

You don't have
to do this.

You don't owe them
anything,

and by Christ,
they wouldn't do it for you!

I don't know what you mean,
Inspector.

Do what, exactly?

I've become quite
an expert on these.

I've been running
after them all
over the county

ever since your
husband died.

It was one just like this,
wasn't it, Mrs. Pearce?

Quite like it, yes.

Although now I've come
to look at it close,

the shape of the front
was a bit different.

I can't explain how,
exactly.

It just made
a different outline.

I see.

Because you were
so sure before.

Yes, I know.

Funny, isn't it?

Um, can you drop me off
at the house?

I'll go up tomorrow.

Of course.

I'll head straight
back to London.

Is that all right?

No.

I think
I'll stay with James.

If that's okay
with you, James.

Certainly it is.

Right.

Are you all right?

Fine.

JAMES:
She was tired
of feeling guilty,

and so in the end, she stayed.

It might have worked.

I think it would have worked

but for a chance encounter
some months later

with an unlikely instrument
of fate.

Manning?

It is James Manning,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Angus Burrell,
Trinity Hall, '74.

Yes, of course.
How are you?
What are you up to?

Oh, nothing much.

Army since I last saw you,
then farming.

Just about managing
to feed my descendants.

What about you?

You're a bigwig solicitor,
aren't you?

Oh, not really.

Family?

Uh, married,
no children.

Very wise.

I've got four.

Where've you come from?

Buckinghamshire.

Is that where
you live now?

No, we have a house
down there...

Madley,
near High Wycombe.

Oh, really?
I've got cousins in Madley.

Do you know the Bules?

A bit.

This is a frightful business
about Bill, isn't it?

Why

Oh, didn't you know?

He's got cancer.

Riddled apparently,
they've whipped him in.

It doesn't sound as if
they're going to operate.

We're all just so desperately
sorry for the old boy.

Just as he was ready
to hand over.

Got the grandsons,
of course, but the
oldest one's only 12.

We've sent flowers,
but it's so difficult to know
what to do for the best.

Well, it was jolly nice
to see you,

and I hope we can meet up
again before too long.

Yes, why not?

Okay, bye.

Hello, stranger.

How are you?

How do you think?

Sit down.

How's Anne?

Fine.

Good.

Everything going well?

Yes.

I'm glad.

We seem to have got away
with the Pearce thing.

Yes, thanks,
thanks to Maggie.

She didn't like me much.

For good cause.

She took the money,
you know.

Of course, I know
I'm the villain of the piece,

but she did take it.

I don't think either of us
are in a, in a strong position

to criticize her.

Is Anne okay about it all?

I don't know
about okay.

But it seems it's enough
that, that Maggie knows.

Good.

Look, is there

anything, anything
I can do for you?

Anything you want?

How did you find out
I was here?

I ran into a cousin of yours,
Angus Burrell.

It's supposed to be a secret.

Does Anne know?

No.

Good.
Don't tell her.

She'll find out in the end,
of course,

but it won't matter then.

She'll find out
from your father.

No, he won't say
anything, I promise.

Just don't tell her now.

I know you want to.

You already think you ought to.

You feel it's cheating
to keep quiet, hmm?

If you do,
you'll only get hurt.

You're very sure
of yourself.

James, don't be a Boy Scout
all your life.

You've been through one storm.
That's enough.

Just leave her in peace.

Let her be happy.

Please.

JAMES:
But of course, I couldn't.

And when he's dead?

I don't know.

Perhaps he won't be dead.

People don't always die.

Yes, they do.

Why did you have to
tell me, James?

He didn't want me to.

I think he wanted you
to read it in the papers

when it was finished.

That sounds like him.

Would it have been better
to have kept quiet?

Oh, James.

Good, better, bad, worse,

I'd still have been with you.

As it is, I'm going away.

You know me.

I fail every test you set me.

But you keep setting them.

Why?

I don't know.

MAN:
Which monarch was known

as "the wisest fool
in Christendom"?

James I, Charles I...

...Edward I...

Shit.

...Henry I?

Hello.

Hello, James.

Please, please, come in.

I was on my way out
to the country,

and I thought I'd just look in.

Yes, I was just having
something to eat.

Bachelor cuisine, I see.

Yes, would you like a drink?

Thank you.

Whiskey?
Thanks.

How have you been?

All right.

You're much missed
in the village.

I don't think
the new people are going
to stay there very long.

He's in television.
She's in decorating.

So of course,
they know everything

about life in the country.

Thank you.

I feel very badly about
not coming before this.

I know we all rather kept clear
when you were packing up,

but it seemed a bit...

Of course.

You'll think
I'm being stupid,

but I'm really here
because I wanted to tell you

that she's been
absolutely marvelous.

I'm probably wrong
and I don't expect you
could see it,

but I thought it might
somehow help to know

what a difference
she's made.

Yes, yes, I can see it.

Thank you.

How is he?

Oh, not too good,
I'm afraid.

He's had what,
15 months, is it?

I don't think he'd have
had that many weeks without her.

So you do understand,

that I sort of have to be
glad that she's with him.

Yeah.
Of course you do.

:
I'm frightfully sorry
about this.

It's just that you love them
so much, you see.

Doesn't matter how
grown up they are,

or even how
they turn out.

I know William's been a bit
of a bastard this time.

But he's my son,
you see.

I just love him so much.

Yes.

Yes.

James?

What a night.

I'm sorry to drag you out.

Is Bill here
or in the hospital?

No, he's here.

He doesn't want to...

He wants to be here.

You've got some help?

Christ, it's like
ER up there.

I-I-I wanted to see you.

Richard Rawston
came around tonight.

He told me
how wonderful you'd been.

He's so dear.

He said he didn't think
it would go on for much longer.

That's why I wanted to come.

To...

to tell you that I loved you.

Oh, James.

No, no, no, I'm...

I'm saying it wrong.

I've said it wrong.

I mean I love you.

And I'm on your side.

And I do understand.

I don't know if you think
about me at all,
but if you do,

I don't want you
to feel sad or guilty.

Not anymore.

I just want you to feel good.

About me, about us,

about...
about our time together.

I think of you.

Well, then that's it.

I've said it.

You... you better go back.

He'll be wondering
where you are.

Thank you.

I wonder, did you see this?

What is it?

"William Bule, age 39,

"peacefully in his sleep,
after a long illness,

"bravely born,
beloved son of Richard

and father of
Charles and Frederick."

Poor old Anne.

Is she sorry now,
the way it worked out?

I don't think so.

I wish she was, really,
but...

I don't think so.

Well, say I'm sorry
if you talk to her.

Yes, yes, thank you.
I will.

And me too.

Say I'm sorry
when you see her.

Of course I will.

Thank you.

It's nice of you to come.

You don't mind?

He was very fond
of you, you know.

You don't believe me,
but he was.

You going up to the house?

Oh, no point, really.

It's full of cousins
catching up.

I don't think
I'm going to go either.

What about his father?

He'll be all right.

He's got the boys
and their mother.

He quite likes her, actually.

No, my time is done.

They're his family now.

So what will you do?

Push off back to London,
I suppose.

I could give you a lift.

That's kind,
but I've got my ticket.

You can drive me to the station
if you like.

Where will you go?

Back to the flat.

There's no problem.

So, uh, so I don't have
to worry about you?

No.

Good.

When's your train?

It doesn't matter really.

There's one
every half an hour.

I don't suppose you have
time for some lunch?

I have if you have.