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Hello?

It's Mr. Selway
for Mrs. Griffith.

Come in.

Please.

Lovely house, Mrs. Griffith.

My card.

I don't have very long.

My housekeeper's out
doing the weekly shopping.

Please sit down, Mr. Selway.

May I just ask how you
came by my number?

Yes. The Yellow Pages.

This is the company profile.

Oh.

In my profession, you
have to be very cautious.

Well, my clients do.

What are your charges?

That will depend on
what services you require.

Also how long you'll want me
working, and days or nights.

I suppose as long
as it's necessary.

I've listed my husband's
business address

and the staff he employs.

Also the clubs he belongs
to... Golf and athletics clubs.

He plays squash
and tennis regularly.

Must have quite
a busy social life.

Aah!

- Morning, Mr. Griffith.
- Morning, Jessica.

Good morning.

- Thank you, Thelma.
- The bank called.

They want to bring your meeting
forward to tomorrow morning.

Giles called also. He's
canceled lunch today.

- Why?
- I think he's stuck in Zurich.

Target leaving restaurant
with his P.A., Thelma Field.

9:34.

It's now 10:15 p.m.,

and it looks like target
is returning home.

No. He's turned off.

Taking a left into
Gloucester Terrace.

Now where's he off to?

Yup, he's signaling right.

He's gonna pull over.

He's outside number 154.

Now, I think this is
Miss Grace Kandola

from the description...
His caterer.

Bloody hell.

I don't know where he
gets the energy from.

I wouldn't mind some.

Yeah, uh, don't
type that up, Barbara.

Good God!

Sex in the car?

Yes. It got rather steamed up.

Now, I've done some homework

on the ownership of
the mews and the flat.

Both properties are
owned by your husband.

Mortgage payment on one

is considerably
more than the other.

Do either of them have
husbands or children?

Miss Grace Kandola is single,

but Miss Thelma Field has
a five-year-old son, Simon.

I've had a check done at
the Family Records Centre,

and your husband is
named as the father.

O-Obviously, for
mortgage security,

there are two life-insurance
policies... both big ones...

With the women
named as beneficiaries

should... should
anything h-happen to him.

Will you excuse me?

I think I'm going to f...

The commissioner feels that
your overly hands-on approach

as head of the murder review
team is cause for concern.

His view is that you
are more interested

in the actual running of
individual investigations

than in taking a proper
strategic overview.

Devil isn't always
in the detail, Clare.

It got results,
though, as you know.

But I admit I felt office-bound.

So to lead and oversee

the Homicide and
Serious Crime Command

is really what I'm
best qualified to do.

Good.

I'm sure you understand
we had to take our time

in considering your position,

but now I can confirm
you in your new post.

With apologies for the
delay, congratulations.

May I suggest that, uh...

That this time you focus
more on the bigger picture?

I'll bear it in mind.

I should also offer you

a congratulations,
Assistant Commissioner.

Well, you know what they say.

Cream always rises.

♪ Sleigh bells ring ♪

♪ Are you listening? ♪

♪ In the lane,
snow is glistening ♪

♪ A beautiful sight ♪

♪ We're happy tonight ♪

♪ Walking in a
winter wonderland ♪

♪ Gone away is the bluebird ♪

♪ Here to stay is a new bird ♪

♪ He'll sing a love song ♪

♪ As we go along ♪

♪ Walking in a
winter wonderland ♪

♪ In the meadow we
can build a snowman ♪

Father Christmas has left
you something very special

under the Christmas tree.

I have something
for you at home.

Will you be able
to come over later?

I doubt it because...

Thelma!

I was just congratulating
Grace on all this delicious food.

Splendid job.

You really are a genius
in the kitchen, Grace.

Thanks.

♪ To face unafraid the
plans that we've made ♪

♪ Walking in a
winter wonderland ♪

You look stunning.

You've done something
to your hair, haven't you?

- I put it up.
- It's lovely.

Ah! Now the celebration
can really start.

Present.

Come in, darling.

Jane, how nice to see you.

You look fabulous.

Thank you.

- Champagne?
- Ooh.

Thank you.

Cheers, everyone.

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ho, ho, ho, ho!

Gather 'round, everyone!

Gather 'round!

My sledge is waiting to take
me back to the toy kingdom.

Now... let's see who's
going to be lucky!

Darling?

First of all, this is my
Christmas present to you.

- Oh!
- Aw!

It's going to be
quite a surprise.

Mr. Griffith?

Donald Griffith?

Yes. That's me.

Detective Chief Inspector
Fuller, fraud squad.

You're under arrest.

Who's the joker? I'd have
preferred a strippergram!

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention
when questioned

anything which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

♪ So here it is ♪

♪ Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Everybody's having fun ♪

- ♪ It's Christmas! ♪
- ♪ Look to the future now ♪

♪ It's only just beg-u-u-u-un ♪

For God's sake,
Donald, what is going on?

Oh.

It started about...
four years ago.

You know, borrow
a bit here, there,

certain I could make it up.

And it was all so
easy I-I just carried on.

Doing what?

What do you think?

I suppose it never
occurred to you, did it?

House in France. School fees.

This place!

- I still don't understand.
- Well, think!

One bad investment
after another.

And I was always so sure

that I could make it
all up, pay it all back.

Pay what back?

Money! Money!

I've been siphoning
it off for years,

and it's just caught up with me.

I suppose I knew this would
happen in the end, but...

Well, now it has happened,

and we're just going to
have to face the music.

At least I am.

Whoever it is, I'm not at home.

I don't want to talk to anyone.

Oh!

Yes. He just told me. And
he expects me to understand.

He said it was all over.

He said that this would be
our last Christmas in this house.

Who are you talking to?

Thelma. She
wants to talk to you.

It's not a good time, Thelma.

Give me the phone.

Look, I can't talk now.

Well, I'm very tired.

And in some ways
I'm relieved that it's...

No one else in the
office is involved.

Calm down.

No, I can't.

She was right here beside me.

Give Simon a kiss.

I've got his
presents in the car.

Donald?

- Donald!
- Who is it?!

Mark Davey.

He says he has to speak to you.

Well, the solicitor's
here. I got to go.

Yeah. Yeah. Bye, now.

Could be a long time
before it goes to trial,

but you have to be
ruthlessly honest with me now.

If there are any other
offshore bank accounts,

any in different names,
any I don't know about,

I need to have the full details.

There's nothing.

I've even used the kids' trust
funds from their grandparents.

The house will have to go.
Both of them. Plus the cars.

And they've frozen
all your bank accounts.

Mark.

You know it's all
mortgaged to the hilt.

The cars are all leased.

Phone.

The only thing Janey's got
is a big life-insurance policy.

I suppose my other properties
will all be swallowed up.

Anything worth any
kind of collateral will go.

I might as well top myself.

Wouldn't help, old chum.

If it's suicide, Jane
wouldn't get a penny.

So let's not even discuss that.

Maybe they'll do a deal
if I declare everything.

Donald, you can't be serious.

I can't think of
any other way out.

Look, it's Grace.
She's rung three times.

What do you want
me to say to her?

Grace?

I'll take it.

Fix Mark another drink.

I am so angry, I can
hardly bear to look at him.

I want to hit him!

How could he have done
this to me? To the kids?

"Oh, just have
to sell the house,

take the children out
of boarding school."

He doesn't seem to care.

And when I think
of all the lies...

The stupid thing is... And
please don't get angry...

I was just about
to file for a divorce.

I even got the papers.

Divorce?

Jane, he's hurt a lot of
people, their pensions,

even his own staff.

It's millions. You are
not the only victim.

Christ, a divorce.

Will he go to prison?

Without a doubt.

Jane, this should have
been discussed with me.

Damn him.

God damn him!

I wish he were dead!

All right. Okay.

Mrs. Jane Griffith just
called the local nick.

They've just tipped us off.
Her husband's done a bunk.

What?

She's reported him missing.

Shit.

I knew it.

I knew it had all
gone too smoothly.

It doesn't make sense.

He walks out,
disappears into thin air,

and the wife took two
days before reporting it.

You don't think he's gone
and thrown himself off a bridge

or under a train, do you?

I would if I was
in his situation.

I mean, he's looking at,
what, seven, eight years?

Pull it back.

I think there's
something under there.

Get the locals out.

Oh, shit.

Yes, it's him.

He's dead.

We'd better leave
this to someone else

before we get soaked.

No!

No, God!

No, please, no!

Donald!

If you'd like to sit here...

And, Mark, please, over there.

Helen? Helen?

Excuse me.

Helen?

This is rather lovely.

Yes.

I've known Les and
Helen for a few years.

Helen.

Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry I
wasn't here to greet you.

Hello!

I was overseeing dinner.

Oh, Leslie is very
particular about his chicken.

We have a new housekeeper...
Stroke waste of space...

But far be it from
me to say anything.

No, no, no. Not me.

See, he likes it very
crisp on the outside

and very tender in the center.

And what he's likely
to get is chargrilled...

and burnt throughout!

She doesn't understand
how to use the Aga.

This is a very,
very nice merlot.

And we bring it
over by the crate.

Uh, it's a... little vineyard
close to our place in France.

Ah, right. First course.

Darling, would
you do the serving?

Yes, of course.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Clare?

Mmm. That's very good.

I didn't know you
had a villa in France.

Oh, it's hardly a villa.

It's more a small townhouse.

We co-own it with
Leslie's sister, Christine.

She lives there most
of the year 'round.

Well, she did.

Poor darling has
just lost everything.

Do you need salt?

Would you like some
bread, Commander Blake?

Oh, Clare, please.

Thank you very much.

I was going to talk to you
about this over coffee, Clare,

but since Helen's
raised the matter,

there is a situation
I'd like you to look into.

Um, discreetly.

It's probably an
accidental death,

but the ramifications,
they're very distressing.

Now, take a look at this.

It was sent to Scotland Yard.

It's anonymous.

I don't want it generally
known that my family is involved,

but Christine lost
her life savings.

Her pension fund was
drained by this greaseball.

Darling, please pass the salt.

She met the chap over there.

He had a villa.

Lovely place. Spectacular views!

And he was a very charming man.

Wasn't he?

It's where we met Mark here.

Yes, I had the unfortunate honor

of being the
fraudster's solicitor.

Was over in France arranging the
house purchase when we all met.

He was such a charming man.

And a delightful wife and
two very well-behaved children.

You just would not believe
he was such a bastard!

Helen.

I'm sorry. You said "was"?

Yes. He'd, uh...

He'd been missing for two days,

and this morning his body
was found in his swimming pool.

As yet there's no news of
whether it was an accident,

a suicide, or anything else.

Well, he had... as must be
obvious... a lot of enemies.

I see.

You want me to look into it.

Thank you.

And as I said, I
shouldn't be seen

to be directly associated
with the inquiry.

I wanted to kill
the bugger myself.

Poor Christine.
She's just devastated.

Oh, God. That's the
chicken up in smoke.

Hold on, Helen.

Helen. Excuse me.

Helen.

Perhaps we can have dinner.
I can give you all the details.

Would that be ethical,
as you're his solicitor?

He's dead.

Because you'd
removed the tarpaulin,

we aren't sure if the victim
fell, maybe tripped over it.

Can you recall if the tarpaulin
completely covered the pool?

Christ!

It was partly open
on one corner.

That's why I went
to have a look.

Don't get tetchy.

The reason why I'm asking
is because the victim had

a large bruise on the
left side of his neck.

Now, he might have slipped,
hit the side of the pool,

and then fallen in.

I didn't see any bruise.

I left him there as soon
as I saw he was dead.

We're waiting on the
postmortem report,

but it's possible
that he was cracked

over the back of the
neck and then pushed in.

If you want a list of people who
would liked to have done that,

be my guest.

We've got 45 boxes
stuffed full of details

on victims who've
lost their life savings,

including their homes.

Well, I don't suppose
he was going for a swim

this time of the year, was he?

Miss Kent.

Doug. Brian.

Good morning.

Well, for some it is.

Listen, we haven't
finished the tests yet,

so you can have
what I've got so far.

The abrasion to the
left side of the neck here,

just behind the ear...

Some sort of a
large blunt object.

Squarish edges.

A bat?

An odd shape. And
he took a fair whack.

There's small wool fibers
still embedded in the wound.

No damage to the skull or spine,

even though there's
some substantial

soft-tissue bruising.

Now, here we have a grazing

to the right side of
the chest and thigh.

Could that have come
from the fall poolside?

Yes, but... this is interesting.

Look.

A strange-shaped bruise.

It's very faint. Can't
quite make it out.

Doesn't look much to me.

Was he alive when he
went in the swimming pool?

Can't say yet. Still
running tests on the lungs.

Judging by the smell
of his stomach contents,

he will have a substantial
blood-alcohol level.

So he could have been a
bit pissed, tripped by the pool,

hit his head, and fell in.

Maybe, but the blow to his neck

ruptured the left
vertebral artery.

He's had a traumatic
subarachnoid hemorrhage.

- A what?
- It's like a stroke.

As he's been in water,

I can't give you a
specific time of death,

but I'd say he'd been in
the pool about 48 hours.

That new pathologist's
a bit of all right, isn't she?

Thought you were
getting back with your wife.

Oh, I am, I am, yeah.

But, you know, when
you've been jerked around...

It's just unexpected to
get that instant attraction.

Really?

She felt it, too, did she?

Oh, yeah, I think so. Yeah.

Oh, what's she here for?

Oh, I can't take
any more mentoring.

Morning, ma'am.

Good morning, Detective
Chief Inspector James.

Congratulations
on your promotion.

Thank you for your
recommendation.

Well, I hope I was right.

There's not a lot happening
in this incident room,

if you can call it that.

Could be because we're
not sure if it was murder

or whether the victim was just
a bit pissed and fell in the pool.

We have no murder weapon.

Correct. We don't really
have a motive, either...

Unless you count all the
people who lost their life savings,

in which case we
have a slew of them.

But it's just not
looking that suspicious.

We do have
someone with a motive.

Jane Griffith stands
to inherit £2.5 million

from her husband's
life-insurance policy.

It's anonymous.

Where did it come from?

Well, if I knew that, it wouldn't
be anonymous, would it?

It went to Scotland Yard.

Mrs. Griffith will not get the
insurance money if it's suicide.

They only pay out if
it's accident or illness.

I'd like to have
a word with her.

Be my guest.

We won't get a full postmortem
report for a few days,

but forensics are nearly
finished at the house.

Fine.

I'd like to clear this up
as quickly as possible.

Well, I'm sure with
you overseeing it,

we'll get a result fast.

Do you, or did
you, by any chance

know the victim,
Donald Griffith?

No.

So on the basis

of this anonymous
tip-off, you think what...

That Mrs. Griffith knocked
him into the swimming pool

before he was
locked up for fraud?

Doug...

I am, as from this week,
head of Homicide Command,

which means that I'm
overseeing a number of cases.

Not just this one.

Ah.

So I thank you for landing
this one in my lap, do I?

Let me know when you get
an interview with Mrs. Griffith.

It was an accident.

Quite possibly.

But until we're certain that it
wasn't a suspicious death...

I don't understand.

It's been confirmed

that your husband died
sometime on Tuesday night.

- Were you at home then?
- No. I wasn't.

I wish I had been, obviously.

I went out.

Where to?

I went to see my husband's P.A.

Miss Thelma Field?

Yes.

I had no intention of staying
out late, but we had a drink,

and then, uh, Grace
Kandola arrived.

Um, she does the catering
at my husband's office.

She'd brought 'round some food.

So we opened another
bottle of wine and had supper.

And your husband
remained at home?

I presume he did.

I... I left out some
steak for him to cook.

And what time did
you return home?

Um, I didn't get back
until early morning.

So you stayed out all night?

Yes. As I said, I'd had a
drink, didn't think I should drive.

- So I called Donald.
- What time was that?

Um, about 11:00.

But he didn't answer, so I left a
message on the answerphone.

I presumed he'd gone to bed

and turned the phone off in
the bedroom, as he usually did.

And when you did get home?

Donald wasn't there.

I thought he might have
gone to the office to clear it out.

But when Thelma
called in the afternoon

and asked where Donald
was, I started to get worried

because no one
had seen him at work.

So I called the golf
club and his squash club.

Nobody had seen him.

So that's when you
eventually contacted the police?

Yes.

Yes, it was Thursday morning.

Because he... he still
hadn't come home, you see.

I'm sorry. Um...

I still can't believe
it's happened.

- What do you think?
- I don't know.

There was a
report, wasn't there?

Someone hanging
around outside the gate?

Yeah, from a neighbor.

The description
also fits a bloke

seen outside the
Griffith office building...

Small, raincoat, glasses.

The receptionist there saw him.

Seems like the same bloke

seen watching a game
at the squash club too.

Keep checking on
him, whoever he is.

We need to verify the
wife's alibi with the P.A.

It just became a
sort of girls' night in.

Especially when Grace turned up.

We all had too much to drink.

It really was the first
time we'd got together

since the office
Christmas party,

so obviously we talked
about the situation.

You!

Don't try and make excuses!
The pair of you are disgusting!

And you!

You're worst of all!

- Oh!
- Aah!

So you had no idea
Mr. Griffith was involved

in such a massive fraud?

No.

I know it sounds
ridiculous, my being his P.A.,

but I really hadn't
the slightest suspicion.

Donald... Mr. Griffith
really was very hands-on

with all his business affairs.

Mm. So it would seem.

Bit too hands-on.

How long had you
known Mr. Griffith?

Oh, um, five years.

I did all his business lunches

and sometimes his dinner if
he was working late at the office.

Did you get on
well with his wife?

Well, I didn't see
that much of her,

but she seemed very friendly.

So was it unusual for
you to meet up socially?

Yes. I suppose so.

But with the present situation,

when Thelma asked me
to join them, I felt I should.

I'd was making some
quiches for a function,

so I said I'd bring
one for supper.

Had you met up with
Mr. Griffith that day?

No.

He'd been spending
most of his time at home.

And how was Mrs. Griffith when
you met up at Thelma Field's?

Well, she was very
upset, needed to talk.

She'd had quite a lot to drink.

I offered to drive her home,

but Thelma made up a bed
in the spare room for her.

They meet up, get drunk,
have a girls' night in.

Ah, when Griffith was found,

he was wearing one brown
shoe and one black one.

Same style, different colors.

He was four
times over the limit.

Probably too pissed to
put on the right shoes.

Maybe he was color-blind.

Maybe he did just
commit suicide.

What, and hit his own
head? Do me a favor.

No, somebody's got him
dressed and tossed him in the pool.

We've got a diver
going over there.

- Over where?
- To the pool.

There's some blockage
in the draining system.

It'd take hours to empty,

so frogmen are
on their way there,

have a look around.

What do you want
to do about the body?

Family have asked
for it to be released.

If the pathologist is finished,

ask the coroner to authorize
a second postmortem.

Then we can get it released.

What, do you still
think it's suspicious?

Yes. That alibi
was just too perfect.

We've got to keep
everything covered.

You got an ulterior motive?

This anonymous tip-off that
was sent to Branton's office

is looking a bit dodgy.

Whether it's connected

to the assistant
commissioner is immaterial.

Oh, yeah?

You know it's standard procedure

to look into even
anonymous tip-offs.

Do me a favor.

He wouldn't so much as blink

unless there was
something in it for him.

Okay. This is strictly
between you and I, Doug.

His sister has just lost
her entire life savings.

He doesn't want it made public.

So you'd better
give me that back.

Thanks for letting me know.

So, what's he after?
Payout for the pensions, is it?

Just because his
sister's lost her dosh?

Bloody typical.

If it wasn't suicide,

that wife of Griffith's
stands to inherit 2.5 million.

What's the house worth?
Another four or five?

Plus this property in
the south of France.

If it was my sister who'd
just lost her life savings,

I'd bloody well
want it looking into.

Doug, say he did
jump from a window,

cracked his neck,
but didn't kill himself.

Then somebody
pushed him in the pool

to make it look
like an accident.

Terrific. We just
need to get the proof.

Got to keep the top brass happy.

What's that?

You didn't hear
this from me, right,

but Branton's sister's
lost her life savings

in Griffith's fraud.

I've only just been promoted,

and everything we do now is
gonna get reported back to him

by frost on legs herself.

So let's pull out all the stops

and come out of
this smelling of roses.

How many frogmen does it take
to swim around a bloody pool?

Well, one has to
check on his buddy.

It's the rules.

Oh.

- Ahh.
- Ahh.

See that window?

What if he did as
you suggested...

Jumped and knocked himself out?

What, and didn't kill himself?

Then it would be
attempted suicide.

No payout for anyone.

Do you know if forensics
checked out that area?

Of course they did, but
there's been so much traffic.

Didn't find anything.

Yeah, it's a totally
contaminated crime scene, this.

Look, there don't seem
to be any odd ones.

But, please, help yourself.

Thanks.

Right size.

Did your husband
have anywhere else

he might have kept some clothes?

What do you mean?

Well, um, sports-room locker?

Oh. I see.

Well, I wouldn't know.

You could always check.

But, then, why would
he keep one shoe there?

It might belong to the
gardener. I'll ask him.

Thank you very much.
Sorry to have bothered you.

It's just, um...

- Have you been told?
- Told what?

When we discovered
your husband's body,

he was wearing odd shoes.

One brown one and one black.

Well...

I don't know what that means.

Thelma, it's me.

The police are here.

If you've any of Donald's
clothes, get rid of them.

I don't know. Burn them.

No. Don't do that.

Um, charity shops.

They said that
Donald was wearing

one black shoe, one brown.

Just get rid of everything.

Hey! Hey!

The brown shoe's been taken in.

There's no match
for it in his wardrobe.

Maybe it's a pair with the
one we found on his body.

They'll check into it.

His closet's full of stuff.

Suits, shirts. Must
have cost a fortune.

Doug, if he did jump, or
maybe even got pushed,

it's not much of a height.

There's a lot of footprints.

Well, they're mine and Christ
knows how many other people's.

I've been having a look
'round the other side.

As far as I can see, I mean...

I don't know. He could
have fallen or jumped.

But I can't see anything
that might have caused

that crack to the
side of his neck.

Hello?

Hi. It's Mark Davey.

I'll be straight down.

I don't think the wife
was aware of the fraud.

I mean, I wasn't, and
she's really rather dim.

You know, very much the
wife at home with the kids.

There was one thing
she came out with, though,

that slightly worried me.

She said she was
planning to divorce him.

Oh, really?

So as well as having an ongoing
affair with Grace, the caterer,

you're telling me that he has a
son with his P.A., Thelma Field?

Yeah, I checked in
the Family Records.

He's down as the boy's father.

Someone else was also
checking, but I don't know who.

They gave a false
name and address.

Does the wife know?

I mean, know that her
husband has an illegitimate son

and an ongoing
affair with Grace?

You do realize that what
you're showing me is a motive?

I'm not sure about that.

Well, if he'd committed suicide,

all three women stand
to lose their homes.

If it's an accidental
death or murder,

then they stand to benefit
from his life-insurance policy.

- Murder?
- Oh, we... we don't know yet.

I mean, we haven't
even found a weapon

that could have been used.

Look...

I just thought you might
be interested. That's all.

I mean, to be honest,

never even considered that
Donald might have been murdered.

Jane?

Aah!

She's not letting the grass
grow under her feet, is she?

Well, until we can
confirm the cause of death,

the women don't get a penny.

- Mr. Colly, isn't it?
- Yes, ma'am.

You weren't here the night
Mr. Griffith died, were you?

No. I wasn't.

How did you get on with him?

Lovely bloke.

I know there's some bad
things being said about him,

but I've worked
here three years...

Always very pleasant to me.

Thank you.

What are they?

Mrs. Griffith is sending all
his clothes to the charity shop.

Before you ask, forensics
have been over it.

Can you tell me
about your friendship

with Miss Thelma Field?

And you! You're worst of all!

- Oh!
- Aah!

I wouldn't call it a friendship.

She simply worked
as my husband's P.A.

Are you aware that her son,
Simon, is your husband's child?

Pardon?

Miss Field has a
five-year-old son.

Your husband is
named as the father.

No.

No.

So you weren't aware
of the relationship?

No, I don't believe it.

I would have known.

Can you tell me
about your relationship

with Miss Grace Kandola?

- You're lying to me.
- Stupid girl!

She just did the
office catering.

We rarely, if ever,
saw each other socially.

Well, perhaps at
Christmas parties.

His son... Thelma?
I... I just can't believe it.

Are you sure? You were
considering a divorce.

No.

Well, I considered it years ago

when I found out Donald
was having an affair.

It was a French girl.

She was our au pair.

But we sorted out
our differences.

If that's how you describe it.

He made me very unhappy.

That's when he bought me my BMW.

Well, now I know
he only leased it.

Why are you asking
me about that?

Was your husband having
an affair with Grace Kandola?

What? No!

I can't believe
this is happening.

Why are you doing this to me?

If it were true, which I
doubt, you're being disgusting.

I loved my husband, and now
he's dead, and you're saying what?

That... That he had a son,

that he was having some
sort of affair with Grace as well?

Both these women
stand to benefit

from very large life-insurance
policies, as you do yourself.

I refuse to listen
to another word.

You disgust me. Now,
I want you to leave.

How dare you make
these accusations

when you know Donald
can't refute them?

They are lies.

He would not have
done this to me.

- He loved me!
- Please, just calm down.

They're lies. Lies!

I won't believe it!

Stop. Stop. Whoa. Whoa. Stop.

I know what Donald
has done. I know it's bad.

But... But coming here and
making these accusations...

Go. Go back in the
house, Mrs. Griffith.

Just go. Go in the house.

She's doing this. That woman.

You're a heartless, cruel
bitch, and I'm gonna report you!

Assistant Commissioner Branton
is a personal friend of mine,

and I'm gonna make a formal
complaint about your behavior!

Aah!

Get away from me!

Leave me alone!

What are you looking at?

Aah!

Thank you very much.

Because God has chosen
to call Donald Horace Griffith

from this life to himself,

we commit his body to
the earth, its resting place.

For we are dust and
unto dust we shall return.

But the Lord Jesus Christ
will change our mortal bodies

to be like his in glory...

for He is risen the
first-born from the dead.

Well, quite a turnout. Not
an unfriendly face in sight.

If I'd have been one of the
people he'd made bankrupt,

I'd be here with a big
clod to chuck on his coffin.

Well, they're putting
on a very good show.

Yeah.

Those two women
on either side of her.

- If I was his wife...
- Widow.

I wouldn't be standing
there grieving with them.

She's in denial.

We're checking out whether
she did file for divorce.

That's the illegitimate son.

As I said, they're putting
on a very good performance.

I'm damn sure one, if
not all of them, killed him.

Mummy?

Here you go.

Commander Blake!

He must have been
stocking up on Viagra.

Well, he seems to have
kept three women on the trot,

so to speak, and for years.

Aah!

You!

You, screwing my husband
and having his child.

And all the time coming
'round here all smiles.

You make me sick!

Did you have reason to
think about divorce again?

No, I had not.

But if I knew what I
know now, then yes.

Maybe he's screwing one of
them on the day of his death.

Yeah, but which one?

Thelma, Grace, or Jane?

I'll make a bet with
you. You go to bed.

And what's the bet?

That if I get a
result, I can join you.

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