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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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