Don't Leave Me This Way (1993) - full transcript
British academics Loretta and Bridget run into Sandra, an old school friend at a book launch. Although Sandra appears to be gay and carefree, Loretta notices an undercurrent of tension while Sandra stays with her for a few days. Loretta is saddened to learn her friend was killed in a car accident, and comforts Sandra's estranged husband Tom, her daughter Lizzie, and emotionally disturbed son Felix. While doing so she becomes to believe the accident may not be what it seems, spurred on by the information a local policeman provides her.
-[water surges]
-[haunting music]
[door clunks]
In a way, the journey
really began five years ago
when I joined woman's
group in Camden.
If you told me then that
I was going to embark
on an adventure
like this on my own,
and even more amazing
write a book about it,
I'd have said you
were absolutely mad.
[chuckling]
People keep asking me if I've
emerged wiser or stronger,
if it's been a
life-changing experience?
Well, I can't answer
for my bike, but for me,
I'm afraid not a jot wiser.
[Bridget] Oh, I knew
it would be like this.
Wind her up and
she'll never stop.
-Shh!
-Stronger maybe.
I now know for sure that
ending up with egg on your face
-doesn't matter, it's having
-Well, well!
-A go that counts.
-Well, well, what?
-Sandra.
-And lastly,
-to Loretta Lawson
-[mutters] headband Sandra?
-Steering me through the
-Exactly.
-Of publishing.
-[applause]
[tense music]
[people chatter]
Here please, ladies. Right here.
[camera clicks]
[camera clicks]
-Hey, hey, hey.
-Don't you know
playing with the grown-ups can
get little boys into trouble?
Eh?
I mean, haven't they
taught you that yet?
Tony! How long
have you been here?
Have you been following me?
-Of course I have.
-[people chatter]
That's what you wanted isn't it?
-Look here, I-
-Look here!
-You little...
-[taps and slaps]
For God's sake, Tony!
He's my son!
[nervous laughs]
-[orchestral music]
-[rapid footsteps]
[birds cheeping]
Oh, British summers.
-Hello, Arthur!
-Hello Dr. Bennet.
How did the old
girls' reunion go?
Oh, a riot in every sense,
and not so much of the old girl.
Oh, these are no good, Arthur.
You used to do a much
better line in messages.
Yeah. Sorry about
that, Dr. Bennet.
-[receding footsteps]
-Why can't she stay away
during the long vac
Like everyone else?
-[sighs]
-I've no idea, Mr. Koogan.
[tense music]
-[footsteps on stairs]
-[siren wails]
[man shouts in street]
[dial clicks]
Sandra looks well on it.
I'm only sorry I
missed the floor show.
Didn't seem to faze her much.
-[chuckles]
-D'you want a drink?
Yeah, I'll get it.
What about you?
Yeah.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, thanks.
Isn't her husband's
supposed to be loaded?
Some sort of importer
or something?
Yes, he is, but they're
not together anymore.
[hums musically]
Ta.
Oh, these are great!
-Yeah.
-They're great!
Cheers.
Oh, thanks.
Loretta?
-[can spurts]
-Ahh!
The thing is, we should talk.
Well that's what we do. We talk.
What about?
Not about divorce.
We haven't talked about that.
No, we haven't.
Well, maybe we should.
A divorce? Whoof!
Okay. I agree.
Well, why now after
all these years?
Well...
You met someone else.
Yeah.
-[taxi idles outside]
-Hey.
You don't mind?
No, no. I'm thrilled for you.
Do I know her?
No, she's a student.
[clears throat]
A student?
Well, not a student student.
A mature student?
No, actually, she's quite young.
[intercom buzzes]
-Yes?
-[taxi drives off]
It's Sandra.
Hi.
[birds cheeping]
Come on, Dad, she doesn't even
-know what it means!
-Tony, Tony, stop,
I'm not interested.
What it comes down to is
you lost her, you find her.
I couldn't give a toss
about the sodding money,
but you get that book back
and you get it back now.
Shit!
We've pumping from
the mains for hours.
You can imagine how I felt.
Poor you.
Hmm.
The thing is...
Well, you can see, I don't
even have a spare bed.
It's only for a day or
two, till it dries out.
Ahh, the book launch.
Sandra, there must be
someone else? Or a hotel?
I don't need a hotel,
I need a friend.
[gentle music]
[lock buzzes]
Hi!
[jams door]
-[tense music]
-Hi!
-Just wanna talk.
-Get out!
Just wanna talk, okay?
[water splashes]
Oh, you are such a soft touch!
-I know, I know!
-When is she going?
Well, I'm beginning
to think never.
[sighs]
Hasn't she changed, though?
Remember what she
used to be like?
Oh, Miss Home Counties, 1985?
I think there's
something wrong though.
-Why?
-No.
She won't tell me anything,
but, she's brittle and edgy.
Every time the phone
rings, she jumps a mile.
Now, it just seems to me that
it's just as much of an act
as the old Sandra.
For all this larking
around, she's not happy.
-[door clunks]
-All yours.
Oh.
Sorry if I been a long time.
-No, no, no, no.
-You do look peaky, Bridget.
-Do I?
-You should have
a couple of sessions
on the sunbed.
Why didn't you have a go
with some of my blusher?
It's all in there.
Oh, righto.
-Ow.
-So,
when are they coming?
-Eight.
-Well, you don't have to
worry about me, you
won't even know I'm here.
I'll pop myself up in
your room, Lo, all right?
Yes, fine.
Oh, d'you want to nip
up and change first?
I have changed, Sandra.
Oh God. Sorry.
[receding footsteps]
[indistinct] a
stone-cold bath water.
[taxi pulls up]
[engine clatters]
-[taxi roars away]
-[bike hums up]
[engine putters]
[smooth music plays]
[door clunks]
Excuse me.
-Listen, I-
-I will never let you
-do this to me again.
-How did I know?
Why couldn't you
have just gone out
-with Michael by yourself?
-Well I thought you
-quite liked-
-No, no, no, never, ever.
Sorry. No ice.
Michael's given you quite
a build up, Loretta.
Ph.D, English studies,
lecturer at London University.
It's a bit daunting
for the likes of me.
Oh, gosh.
I thought you were
bringing David?
They wanted him in
Luxembourg a day early.
It was very last minute.
Sorry.
Wish I could live like this.
So spontaneous, isn't it?
I'm very tidy. Very clean.
In fact, I don't like
myself for it really,
it's a bit of an
affliction, in a way.
Probably need some therapy.
Do admire people like you.
[distant footsteps]
Sorry!
No, I'm not here.
You can't see me.
I forgot my mag.
Oh, what a nice surprise.
Michael, Eric, Sandra.
-Hi!
-An old friend.
Hi.
-Oh, Loretta, no, honestly.
-No, no.
[Sandra] You're both
academics too. I can tell.
No, no, no, no.
Corporate finance.
Corporate finance?
How fascinating.
It's a great shame that Sandra
-didn't feel like joining us.
-It's a tragedy.
But she seemed to want
to curl up with a book.
You think she really meant it?
-[gate squeaks]
-Oh, yes, yes.
That was definitely her,
"curling up with a
book," outfit she had on.
[taxi engine clatters]
[tense music]
-[taxi motors away]
-[footsteps]
[waves surge]
[running footsteps]
-[brakes squeal]
-[laughing]
Hang on, I'll come in.
Oh, God!
[laughing]
-No.
-Hang on, I'll come in.
[laughing]
Oh I thank you, thank
you for a lovely evening.
Well, did I know he'd turn
into the lech of the month?
Hey, turn to the
night, bat girl.
-[gate squeals]
-[laughing]
Don't want to disturb
Sandra, do we?
Oh, I live to disturb Sandra.
-[manic laughing]
-Shut up!
[taxi purrs away]
[door latch clangs]
[glasses clink]
[ominous music]
[wind moans]
-[waves surge]
-[ominous music]
[siren wails]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[muted chatter]
Hi, yeah. It's me.
Are you all right?
Sorry. Yes, I'm fine.
I'm just late. What is it?
I've just come across
a report about a
road accident in Suffolk
involving someone
called Sandra Neil
and I wondered
if it could be the same one?
Well, she didn't
stay here last night.
Yeah well, don't let's
jump to conclusions.
Let me read it to you.
"In the early hours
of this morning
a body was recovered from
the wreckage of a car
that had been driven off a
cliff on the Suffolk coast.
The body's been identified
as Mrs. Sandra Neil,
-a 39-year old mother of two.
-[tense music]
Her husband Mr. Tom Neil and
his children Elizabeth, nine,
and Felix, 18, were notified
in the early hours
of this morning
but were unavailable
for comment."
-[gulls crying]
-[waves surging]
-[church choir sings]
-I understand your car
will be taking the
parents [indistinct].
-I can't believe we're late.
-Well, it's hardly our fault,
-and the roads were-
-Of course it's our fault!
We should have left earlier!
Hell.
Well we can't go in now.
Let's not be standing here
when they all come out,
let's go straight to the house.
[door clunks]
That's her son, isn't it?
Yep.
[footsteps]
Poor thing.
They're horrid things
funerals, aren't they?
Yeah.
Have we missed much
of the service?
I'm afraid so, yes.
Do you know if it's far
to the Neil's house?
You're almost there.
I'll show you.
-This way.
-Oh, thank you.
[birds calling]
[door clunks]
[case unzips]
I was in charge of
the investigation
into Sandra Neil's death.
It was an accident wasn't it?
Oh yes. Yes.
I'm not here as a policeman.
In fact, it's my day off.
I just came to pay my respects.
Nice family.
Sandra was staying with
me the night she crashed.
Ah, the friend in London.
Loretta Lawson, how d'you do?
Bridget Bennet.
-I'm Oscar Ghilardi.
-[tense music]
Ladies first.
Oh, shit!
[motorbike purrs away]
There we are, Shore House.
Thank you very much
You wouldn't care for a quick
drink afterwards, I suppose?
Yeah.
Good.
Shall we say 6:00, the
pub by the harbour?
Fine.
Small gate and then
follow the cliff path.
Okay, thank you.
[Oscar] Bye.
I just wish I hadn't got so
irritated with her, that's all.
And we shouldn't have
left her on her own.
Why did she drive down here
in the middle of
the night, though?
Unless the kids were
here, I suppose?
No, they were going to a party.
She was on the phone
to Elizabeth just
before you arrived.
Sounded like the real
Sandra, it was really nice.
Wow. This is just
a holiday home?
She said she hated it here.
[indistinct chatter]
So where's your brother?
He's in his room.
He won't come out
until everyone's gone.
Then he'll be grumpy, I bet.
Felix and I always talk
about everything, until now.
Well, I expect it's just
his way of being sad?
And Dad doesn't
want to talk either.
He keeps on crying and
pretending it's okay.
It's all right to
be sad. Isn't it?
It is, Lizzie, it is really.
Thank you.
Beautiful place.
You manage to spend
much time here?
Almost every holiday.
Though this summer I took
the children to France.
We didn't wanna be
here without Sandra.
We bought our half of
it about 12 years ago.
It's only an hour
from Colchester.
Splendid turnout, Tom.
First rate service.
-George Saunders.
-Hello.
Where's the skipper?
He's upstairs.
Oh, well I'll just nip
up and have a word.
Oh, leave him alone, George.
Nonsense! Oh, Brian.
Is Bridget a teacher too?
Mm-hmm, in Cambridge in
a place called St. Marks.
-She teaches English.
-The same as you?
Hmm, similar sort of thing.
Princess.
Look, why don't I give
you my number in London?
And I'll give you
Bridget's in Cambridge
'cause we're gonna be
working there next week.
And if you feel like a
chat, you can just call.
I thought you were on holiday?
We are.
[tailgate clunks]
[birds calling]
So have you an idea of what
this argument was about?
At the launch? No.
-This man?
-Tony.
Yes. He show up at
the flat at all?
Well, I was out for a
lot of the time, but I-
-Thanks.
-Thank you, my dear.
No, no, I rather
got the impression
she was there very
much on her own.
Cheers.
Thank you.
Although, when I was clearing
up after that last night,
well there was an extra glass.
There were glasses everywhere.
No, no.
Don't you remember
Eric trotting around
clearing everything up?
Oh God, the affliction. Yes.
There was Sandra's glass
with her lipstick on it
and another glass next to it.
So, I guess somebody
must've visited her?
Well, brilliant.
You've got that
for fingerprints?
No, no, I washed it up.
Oh dear. Sorry.
Didn't they have
any smokey bacon?
Did you notice that there was a
broken window at the house?
At the back? Mm-hmm.
Odd.
Someone had broken in and then
cleared away all the glass.
A burglar?
Nothing was missing.
Okay. Right.
The burglar breaks
in through the window
and tidies away
the broken glass.
He's just about to
load up with silver
when Sandra arrives
back and disturbs him.
She freaks, goes screaming
out of the house,
gets into the car,
drives like a maniac.
The burglar loses his
nerve and scarpers.
Yes. That's a truly
wonderful reconstruction.
Just what I would expect
from someone with a training
in textual analysis.
A tidy burglar! [laughs]
-Loretta!
-Lizzie!
Hello.
Ah, ladies, Inspector. Thought
we'd blow the cobwebs away.
Are you coming aboard?
We have to be heading
back, I'm sorry.
Felix won't come with us either.
Another time.
It must be us Lizzie.
-Have a nice trip.
-Thanks.
-Bye.
-Bye.
That was the man that found
the body. George Saunders.
He's a neighbour isn't he?
-We met him at the house.
-Yes, he lives next door.
He drives up from London most
weekends for the sailing.
Seems to get on
well with Lizzie.
He's been awfully
good to Felix, too.
Who's been in a spot
of bother lately.
What sort of bother?
Shoplifting, joyriding,
that sort of thing.
Family breakdown, I suppose?
Are you married Dr. Bennet?
No, I'm not.
How wise.
You've no idea the
concentration of crime
that surrounds
marriage these days.
[ominous music]
She misjudged the bend here.
By the look of it,
fuddled with alcohol.
She seems to have left your
place in London in a hurry.
No handbag, no coat.
It was a cold night.
Misty, touch of ground frost.
The theory is she was gonna
call in at Shore House
and then head back
along the coast road,
where there was a party, an
end of season sort of thing,
mostly for the kids
but parents looked in.
Felix and Lizzie were
there, sleeping over.
And her husband?
Oh, he dropped them off
and then headed back
home to Colchester.
The police called him
at three in the morning
and told him the news.
This is where she went through.
They've fixed the fence already.
Down there!
Oh, God!
At least she must
have died instantly?
Oscar, this is the only piece
of dangerous high ground
on what must be the
flattest shoreline
-in the county.
-She had to know this road
like the back of her hand.
-The case is closed?
-It would take a a deal more
than a few loose ends
to have it opened again.
[phone rings]
Hello?
Hello?
[dog barking]
Hello!
[slams handset]
[door clunks]
[coughs]
-[tuts]
-[sighs]
[dramatic tones]
[phone rings]
[Tom] This is Colchester 3102.
Leave your message
after the tone.
[beep]
Hello Tom. This
is Loretta Lawson.
[clears throat]
I'm afraid. I found another
piece of Sandra's luggage.
I'm so sorry.
Maybe you could phone
me and we'll work out
what to do about it?
As from this afternoon,
I'll be in Cambridge on...
[tense music]
Tom, I'll phone you back.
[handset clunks back]
[footsteps]
[door clunks]
[Answerphone] Hello Tom.
This is Loretta Lawson.
[indistinct chatter]
-[phones ring]
-[zip pulled]
[zip pulled]
Listen, Loretta, this is
nothing to do with you.
Legally it belongs
to the husband.
Where it came from or
-what it's doing here
-Sorry.
Has nothing to do with you.
It was in my airing cupboard.
Yes. She was your guest.
-Well, Bridget says-
-Yes, I'm sure that Bridget
knows exactly what
should be done.
In fact, I'm surprised that
you bothered to ask my advice
when you could
consult the Oracle!
Shh!
Why are you being so grouchy?
And I haven't come
to ask your advice.
Well I have, but I've also
come to give you these.
What?
Ah. The divorce papers.
Oh, God, Loretta I'm sorry.
It's been a lousy week.
Evidently.
Were there any problems? Did
you manage to work it out?
Yes, I could work it out.
Here and there even managed
some joined up writing.
[rustling paper]
-I'm sorry.
-Sorry.
Now there is one tiny
little thing too, tiny.
That is if we're still
in business, you and I?
Yeah. Sure.
Well, Sandra said that she'd
stopped being a secretary
and she'd started up this
business, a health club.
-What's it called?
-The Carlisle club.
And you want it checked out?
Please.
Okay.
Right.
Well, I'm going straight
up to Bridget's now,
so, you can get me there
if anything really
interesting comes up.
-Bye!
-Well, what are you
gonna do with that now?
Well, I'm gonna take
it up to Cambridge.
Tom might want to
pick it up from there.
But you can't go wondering
about with a bear
stuffed to the gills
with 10,000 quid!
Shh! It's all right.
I'm not going to lurk
in any dark corners.
Or go off with any strange men.
[door clunks]
[engine starts]
[car drives off]
[vacuum cleaner whirs]
I'm just going to
Sarah's, Mrs. Hicks.
Don't be late back.
[classical music]
She was running away wasn't she?
Used my place for
somewhere to hide.
Didn't they think
of looking there?
After all, I thought George
hadn't seem them for years?
DR. Bennet, Dr.
Lawson, skiving again?
Of course!
Why don't you come
with us Arthur?
You'll let him off
Mr. Koogan, won't you?
Oh, go on.
[gentle music]
John says we should
mind our own business.
He's in a foul mood.
Oh, that's the schoolgirl
wearing him out.
No, no, that's all
going swimmingly.
And even though she's
young, she's very young,
she's also a
tremendously mature,
wonderful witty, and
dazzlingly talented redhead.
-And we hate her?
-Yes, we really hate her!
[rapid footsteps]
[bell tolls]
[orchestral music
segues to tense music]
Yeah, hi, it's a
Cambridge number.
[Operator] What
name is it, please?
Bennet.
Dr. Bridget Bennet.
-Bennet?
-Yeah, thanks.
[Operator] The number you
require is Cambridge, 0223.
[gentle music]
All this ought to be in
the cubby holes by now.
And don't slouch.
Slouch?
I don't slouch.
Yes madam, what
can I do for you?
Want some lunch?
What's going on?
Where do you think you're going?
I'm escorting this young lady
on a tour of the colleges.
Well what about the desk?
Dave's taking over.
Not without my
permission, he's not.
You gave that over a
week ago, Mr. Koogan,
when you put me
on late's, again.
It's my afternoon off.
Oh, look, why do I always look
as if I've been hit in
the small of the back
by the 8:45 from Paddington?
Aw! Felix looks happy
there, doesn't he?
[indistinct chatter]
Dr. Bennet.
Lizzie!
Did dad really say it was
all right for me to stay?
He's fine.
He's going to pick
you up from my place
in London tomorrow night.
Good.
We've all got
another day together.
What are those?
We were looking at
these before you came.
They were taken at
the book launch.
Any of mummy?
Thank you Ma'am.
Thank you, thank you.
Felix is there in
the background.
Felix, at a book thing?
She's wearing her Paris suit.
Where's Felix?
There.
-That's Paul Elvin.
-[tense music]
Do you know Paul?
He used to go to
school with Felix.
He was cricket captain.
Oh, I'm hopeless with names.
No, no, I don't know him.
People sort of turn up
at those things, you see.
[tense music]
You! What are you doing here?
Really, this is crazy.
Let's get out of
here and we can talk.
You bastard! You shit!
-You bloody wrecker!
-Wrecker?
Who are you calling a wrecker?
I'll kill you!
-[bat clunks]
-[screams]
[Bridget] Oh, marvellous
control, Arthur.
Shouldn't you be singing
something in Italian?
[Arthur] úSorry. I haven't
got the hat for it, ma'am.
[Lizzie] Felix always
used to make me laugh,
and now something
bad has happened.
He's angry all the time.
That since mummy died?
No. Since before.
Since they sent the tie.
The tie?
Felix's school tie.
It came in a packet
to mummy from a hotel.
They said her son
had left it behind.
Felix has never
been to any hotel.
There was awful trouble,
and now he keeps getting
into trouble, and...
And what, Lizzie?
He didn't tell the truth
about when mummy died.
In what way?
About where he was.
We were asked to a party.
We were staying the night,
but as soon as dad
dropped us off Felix left.
He was gone ages.
You won't tell dad
any of this will you?
[ducks quacking]
Thanks for the loan of
Arthur, Mr Koogan, jolly kind.
Oh, I took a call from
your brother, Dr. Bennet.
-My brother?
-Yes.
What did he say?
Not a lot. Wanted to
know where you were.
And did you tell him?
Well, had I been informed of
your whereabouts Dr. Bennet,
I would've been happy to oblige,
but as it was, I
was unable to help.
And did he leave a message?
No.
Truth to tell, he was what
I can only describe as curt!
Just a sec, just see
if Oscar's rung back.
What's the matter?
Oh, it's just a mix up.
Bridget doesn't have a brother.
Everything's a mix up.
[phone rings]
-[door slams]
-Message for you, sir.
-Thank you.
-A lady.
Dr. Bennet? Rung a
couple of times now.
Thank you, Steven.
[clatter of feet]
Where the hell have
you been, Ghilardi?
And what the hell is all this?
It looks like rather than
lengthy printout, sir.
Or maybe it's one of those
Andrex adverts, with the puppy.
It's a 20 bloody three
page printout, Ghilardi!
From pathology,
on the Neil case.
Which correct me if I'm
wrong is now dead and buried!
Well that's as maybe
sir, but the thing-
Right!
Since that is, "As maybe,"
I would deem it a great
personal favour, Ghilardi,
if you could get your
frigging finger out
and get on with
their job in hand!
[door slams]
-You, with me!
-Oh dear.
[approaching footsteps]
She's just coming
down, she fell asleep.
Tom, Bridget and I'd
be delighted to help
whenever we can.
Well that's kind,
but I usually have things
pretty well worked out.
I'm sure you do.
I'm just being selfish.
She's a pleasure to have around.
She's a great little girl.
I know.
Would you like another drink?
No, thank you.
Tom, this is the
bag that I found.
Lizzie must've been thrilled.
Well, I haven't given it to her.
It's full of money. A
great deal of money.
-[phone rings]
-Excuse me.
[tense music]
Hello?
Hello?
-[approaching footsteps]
-Hello?
Hi, Dad.
-Hi, Lizzie.
-Who is this?
[slams handset]
[phone rings]
Yeah, hello?
Bridget, it's Oscar.
Oscar Ghilardi.
Oscar. Oh, hello.
Er, yes, er, hello, how are you?
Fine.
Look, I was wondering
if we could meet?
Well, thing is I'm pretty
tied up for some time.
Certainly most evenings
totally down the pan with
work and stuff, you know?
New term.
I'm not suggesting we
go on a cruise, Bridget.
You left a message.
Something about a bear?
Yes, I know, the money.
Yes.
Look, things have been
a bit hectic up here,
but I have to be in
London for a few days.
Perhaps we could meet then?
Oh, and I can bring
the pathology report.
[door handles click]
-[door clunks]
-[tense music]
[door slams]
[dog barks]
-[screams]
-[bottle smashes]
I'm so sorry. I'm
terribly sorry.
-I'll get you another one.
-Leave it please.
It's a pint of milk,
I'll do it later, please.
I didn't mean to startle you.
I just wanted to talk.
About Sandra?
Yeah, my name's Paul Elvin.
Yes, I know. What about Sandra?
It's a bit awkward here.
Well, it's here or nowhere.
The night she died,
I was in your flat.
[tense music]
I can't, I can't
get out of my head
how she was when I left
her, she was terrified.
What of?
I don't know. She wouldn't say.
I reckon it might've
been the health club.
I thought that was
a great success?
No, she wanted out.
She put money into it,
but it wasn't working.
I'm not sure why.
Anyway, she wanted it back.
They weren't having it.
So she just helped herself?
Well, she'd never have taken it
if I hadn't won a scholarship.
What?
I got this cricket
scholarship to Australia.
Was Sandra gonna go with you?
Yeah.
[car hums up]
-[radio chatter]
-Lizzie?
Lizzie, come on. We're home.
Yeah, I can understand that.
Need to start again. Get away.
I don't know why she chose me.
Maybe, well maybe because I
wasn't much of a challenge?
But it could have been
anyone. I always knew that.
I'm sure that's not true.
Oh yeah.
She just needed someone
around to make her feel good.
She didn't seem to think
too much of herself,
which was crazy.
She was amazing, wasn't she?
That night. How long
did you stay here?
Oh, not late.
It had just hit
her. This was it.
We really were
leaving the next day.
She got into a panic
about Felix and Lizzie
and said she wanted
to be on her own.
So I, I left.
I waited for her for hours
at Heathrow the next morning.
In the end, I phoned
the house in Colchester.
I couldn't face any
more flack from Felix,
but I didn't know
what else to do.
As it turned out, I
got the housekeeper.
She, she told me.
How'd you mean, "More
flack from Felix?"
Since he found out
about us. God knows how.
Well he'd taken to phoning
me at home and going apeshit.
He called that night
around midnight,
screaming about how he
was gonna kill both of us.
He even had a go at me at
a sports club yesterday.
[gasps]
Police came for him
but he did a runner.
What are you saying?
That Felix had something to
do with his mother's death?
Maybe?
No, I'm just saying anything.
But why was she so scared?
Oh, I don't know.
It doesn't make sense, does it?
You know that bloke that
turned up at the launch, Tony?
Was he something to
do with the club?
I dunno.
I think he's just someone
who kept pestering her.
He soon ran out of steam.
-[tense music]
-Well, who's the other bloke?
Gave her much more grief.
Even turned up at her flat.
That's why she moved
out in the end.
She said there was a flood.
It was a Friday
night, wasn't it?
The night of the crash?
Yes. Why?
I don't know why I didn't
think of it before.
Maybe there is
something I can do.
Thanks for the coffee.
Well, where are you going?
I'll call you tomorrow.
-[dramatic music]
-[motorbike starts]
[purrs away]
[car hums past]
[traffic hums past]
[bottles clink]
Felix.
Oh my God, your father phoned.
Everyone's looking for you.
What are you doing here?
Come on, old chap, can't
be as bad as all that.
What lunatic parked
that car like that?
I did. I borrowed it.
-[traffic rushes past]
-[door slams]
No, they never say anything,
but there is definitely
someone there.
I can hear the click
when they hang up.
It's happened three times now.
Have you told the phone company?
No, not yet.
-Well, you should.
-[phone rings]
There's the stuff
there from your club,
which is of course why
you're really here?
Thanks. Anything?
I haven't read it to be honest.
There's not much there,
by the look of it,
they don't go in for much
in the way of publicity.
What's that?
It's a clock.
[Loretta] It's a clock
and two potatoes.
[John] Well done.
Well, is it like one
of those experiments
you did at school?
It's a gift.
-[chuckles]
-Who from?
From Natalie's mother.
Oh, from Natalie's mother.
It's rather ingenious actually.
The potato powers the clock.
Right. Right.
[dramatic music]
[fire crackles]
[car engine revs]
[handbrake clicks on]
Felix. Where were you?
The police came. What happened?
[door clunks]
Hello, Lizzie.
Uncle George.
Where's your father?
He's out the back
burning rubbish.
Fine. Come on.
Felix?
[tense music]
Tom.
He's got something to tell you.
Thanks for bringing
him back, George.
[traffic roars past]
[horn beeps]
[Bridget] How did
you get an address?
[Loretta] In amongst all
the stuff that John gave me
-about the club.
-Hmm.
Why are we doing this?
[Loretta] I'm not quite sure.
[car door closes]
[Bridget] They must have
taken her name away.
-Well there's one here.
-No, hang on.
Sorry, excuse me. I wonder
if you could help us?
We were told that a Mrs.
Sandra Neil lived here.
Who sent you?
No one. She was a friend.
You best come in.
[Loretta] Well we just want
to find out anything we can.
[Janet] Well, she hasn't
lived here for five weeks.
[Bridget] Five weeks?
I was in a bit of a jam and
she was moving out anyway
so she said I could have it
until I got myself sorted.
Well, no one come near the place
so I just stayed on for a bit.
Were you her friend?
Not really.
We worked together
at the same law firm,
Ricards and Bergson,
till she had to leave.
Had to?
Well it's no secret.
She got the sack because she
had an affair with a client.
Well is that a sacking matter?
With this client it was.
Why did you say, "Who sent you?"
It started a couple of
days before she died.
This man kept phoning.
I told him I didn't know
where she was and he,
he showed up here.
He said, he said he was
gonna get her anyway
and I'll be next.
Next thing she's dead.
What did he look like?
Was he around 30, fair
hair, a bit flash?
Then last night I was laying
in bed, watching telly,
and this other man
showed up in the doorway.
he started screaming
and yelling at me
to get out there and then!
Dear God, what did you do?
Well I went to phone the
police, but he broke down.
Started wailing like a kid,
took the rest of
her things and left.
What did he look like?
Tallish, middle-aged,
just looked ordinary.
[car horn beeps]
[distant children playing]
Felix.
[tense music]
Um. did she mention the club?
-The health club?
-Yeah.
Yeah, she was always
going on about it.
It was going to change her life.
[door opens]
So where was she for
those five weeks?
The club?
Who do you think the,
the other man is?
-The middle-aged man?
-Well, it's gotta be Tom,
hasn't it?
Well.
Oh, he's here.
I think he's a bit odd.
Why? Just 'cause he's on time?
Of course not. He's
definitely odd though.
Hi, Oscar.
Bridget.
Hello?
Loretta. Lovely.
Sorry, are we?
Ah, yes. Excuse me.
Is it all right to move there?
No, sorry, that's
for a large party.
Good. Thank you.
[tense music]
Yes, sit down if you will,
and roll up your sleeve.
That should deal
with any anxiety.
Didn't know you were
keen on sport, Oscar?
Sport? Oh, that?
Yes, I found that
in the gents loo
along with "Catering Now."
What, winning ways with a wok?
-[chuckles]
-Yes.
But I can run to a brisk
round of Scrabble, if pressed.
It happened later than I
thought, the time of death?
Yes. I'm afraid that she
did not die instantly.
-It took some time.
-[piano music plays]
Oh, God.
Look, I've had some feedback
on that information
that your friend got.
Oh, on the Carlisle Club?
Yes, exactly.
Ha, to the glorious computer.
I don't suppose
you two use it much
in your line of business?
All the time actually.
-Oh.
-Well?
Well, the club is owned by
Steven and Tony Fleming,
a son and father.
The son has a bit of form,
but seems to have got
off unscathed so far
thanks to his lawyers.
I'll bet they're
Ricard's and Bergson's?
It must be the same, Tony?
Ah, may I?
Thank you.
Fraud had a good look at the
club over the last few months,
but didn't seem to
come up with much.
Now, can we eat?
Well, I'm gonna
have one of these.
I'll bring the rest of
your things tomorrow
and I'll call you tonight.
-Take care, Felix.
-[engine ticks over]
[car drives away]
[door clunks shut]
What's happening?
He's going to be
looked after, Lizzie.
He'll be back to the old
Felix in no time at all.
Why don't you come and stay
with me for a few days?
No, I don't think so.
Thank you.
[receding footsteps]
-Hi, sorry I'm late.
-Ah!
The usual last minute chaos.
I'm off to Moscow
in the morning.
John Tracy, Oscar Ghilardi.
Hi Oscar, nice to meet you.
John's my ex or my
almost ex husband.
And he leads this very
sophisticated life.
Today Leytonstone,
tomorrow Leningrad.
I mean, we feel so humble
that you managed to fit us in.
What are you having?
Another one of these I think.
Can we have another
one of these please?
-And do you do cigarettes?
-Yes.
A packet of Benson's please.
And a vodka tonic. And
Oscar, what would you like?
No, no, I'm fine thanks.
Oh, and a glass of hemlock
for the lady in the corner.
[tense music]
[footsteps]
[phone rings]
[laughing]
It's a shame I've got to go,
I was just beginning
to enjoy myself.
Where are you going?
I'm going to dinner
with Natalie's parents.
Ah!
In Chigwell.
-Oh dear.
-[snorts]
-[laughing]
-I know.
Actually they don't even
seem to like me very much.
What are you saying,
that's extraordinary.
I can't understand that.
That is me.
Lovely, thank you.
Sod it!
Excuse me. Could we have
another one of those, please?
Well, I'd better telephone.
-Yes.
-It's on the bar.
-Oh, thanks.
-Wonderful.
[Oscar] Mmm, lovely.
I think yours seems to be
a little bigger than mine.
[Bridget] I think
this has been wokked.
[Oscar] Yes, but it's very
"Catering Now," isn't it?
[chuckles]
[tense music]
May I see?
Looks like "An early
morning swimmer
found the body of
20-year old Paul Elvin
floating in Highgate
Ponds early this morning.
Police are not at this stage
treating the matter
as a drowning.
A white Toyota Celica has
been seen in the vicinity
of the Elvin home on two or
three occasions recently."
[Lizzie] Can you find out
where he is and get to me?
Because, I don't know
if he's all right. Bye.
-[call disconnects]
-[machine beeps]
Oh, we have to stop this,
we're getting in far too deep.
That's two people who've
walked out of this flat-
I know, I know.
Want tea?
Yeah.
[tense music]
You started smoking again?
No.
Are they still here?
I'm not going in there!
[door bangs open]
[clunk]
[tense music]
No.
Well, that's how they go in.
Right. Come on.
We're going to a hotel.
We can't stay here,
they might come back.
[clattering downstairs]
No, let's see what's
missing first.
Everything's been
moved. It's all here.
Including 50 pounds in cash.
Everything's here too.
Hang on.
The photos are missing!
How weird.
Who'd want to take the
photos of the book launch?
Any normal psychopath.
Now we just grab our things
and walk out of here.
We'll go to a hotel, but
we could go to my mother's.
What am I saying?
We'll go to a hotel!
We seem so wet!
So we are wet!
[phone rings]
[tense music]
Don't answer it, let it ring.
This is ridiculous.
Hello?
It's Lizzie.
Must be taking Felix to
a hospital, poor kid.
What I find really baffling
is why Tom can't
realise how frightening
all this is for Lizzie.
Not having anyone to talk to.
Well, maybe he just doesn't
know how to talk to her.
Well it's hell for that child.
And she's being so brave.
Puts us all to shame.
[tense music]
So you keep saying,
and now I'm the one
sleeping nearest the door.
Well, they did come
in through the window.
Of course, the really
bright thing to do
were to phone Oscar.
He did give us his number
where he's staying.
Well we can't ring him now.
You're right.
It's just about now he
turns into a werewolf.
-[banging]
-[yell]
[gasps]
[door clatters open]
[door slams]
Hello, I've, um,
-had, ooh,
-[phone clatters]
had a spot of bother with
Natalie and I'm locked out.
-Homeless.
-And legless.
Yes.
Ooh. Ooh.
-Oof.
-Ahh!
I knew you'd understand.
Ah. Ah!
Oh well, I feel much safer now!
-[birds calling]
-[waves roaring]
[gulls crying]
[gentle music]
[birds tweeting]
Felix?
Hello. My name's Loretta.
I'm a friend of Lizzie's.
Is Lizzie here?
No, she isn't.
She asked me to visit
you for her, though.
Can I sit down?
I spoke to your father.
He's coming tomorrow.
Lizzie asked me to
bring you these.
She said they have favourites.
You're a friend of Lizzie's?
Yes, I am.
It was worse for her.
I couldn't tell her anything.
She kept looking at me.
I kept trying to phone her, but,
we never knew where
she was, never.
[tense music]
Lizzie would sit by
the phone for hours.
Dad kept trying to
make it right, but,
'Cause of me they met.
He was the captain of
the school cricket team.
Paul? Yes, I know.
All of it was my fault.
It was because of
Elvin she crashed.
It was because of
him she got so angry!
How'd you know she was angry?
Were you with her
when she got angry?
No, I was at the party.
You were seen leaving the party.
I was there all the
time. Ask Lizzie!
No don't. Leave her alone.
Felix.
Do you really think
it was an accident?
Yes. Why?
It was all finished anyway.
What do you want?
Why are you here?
I'm a friend of Lizzie's.
And I was a friend
of your mother's.
She didn't have
any proper friends.
[slams down the bars]
[door clunks]
-[engine starts]
-[dramatic music]
[car pulls away]
[car door slams]
Lizzie? It's Felix.
No, no, listen, listen!
You've got to do
something for me.
-[water runs]
-[phone rings]
Hello?
Bridget? Oscar.
Oh!
What the hell are you
still doing there?
I told you to go!
-Why, you checking up on us?
-You bet I am.
I thought you said you'd
leave for Cambridge
first thing this morning?
Well, Loretta already has,
and I'm going up after
lunchtime seminar.
Surely this is no
longer an arena
for a couple of amateur sleuths?
All right. All right.
You made that perfectly
clear last night.
Look, we'll both be in
Cambridge by this evening.
Check again if you like.
I've got a dinner engagement.
Oh.
Anything about Paul?
No, not yet. I'll let you know.
And promise me,
no more meddling?
Absolutely. No more meddling.
-Good, bye.
-Okay, bye.
[tense music]
[taxi engine clatters]
Yep, yeah.
Look, I'm gonna
leave my bags, okay?
I'll be about five minutes.
-Okay.
-All right, thank you.
[door clunks]
[footsteps]
[soft jazz music]
Carlisle Club.
No, I'm afraid she
isn't in today.
She's available Friday.
Okay? And that is 10:45.
Okay, bye.
Welcome to the Carlisle Club.
May I help you?
Yes.
I heard a while ago
you might be looking
for some experienced staff?
A domestic, yes?
Sorry?
Well, domestic or professional?
Professional. Definitely.
Sport, massage or
individual room service?
Room service.
So who do I see
about an interview?
Well, you see me first
of all, Miss, er...?
Excuse me.
-Good morning.
-Morning, Mr. Rankin.
-Nice to see you, Gloria?
-Thank you.
Thank you very much. All right?
Thanks. Bye.
Well actually it was
a friend who suggested
I might to fit in
rather well here.
Sandra Neil.
Did you know Sandra?
Mrs. Neil was only
with us very briefly.
We have a new manager now.
Oh, Tony.
Well, any chance of a word
with Tony? Tony Fleming.
Well, why don't you
ask him yourself?
[tense music]
Oh, well maybe not
precisely now this minute.
Why don't I drop a line?
Yeah, I'll just...
[door opens]
-[footsteps]
-Well, well now,
Dr. Bennet, I presume?
[distant machine whirring]
Well actually, on reflection,
I think the job may
be too demanding.
I was looking for something
a bit more casual.
Oh, we do casual Dr. Bennet.
[drawer opens]
We do very casual, indeed.
All the same,
I'm not really sure
it's sort of job
that I'm particularly looking
for it with my height.
We don't want them.
You can keep them.
Not talking holiday
snaps here, are we?
Oh, aren't we?
All right, if you're having
a good time we can keep us up
as long as you like Dr. Bennet.
Or may I call you Bridget?
No, you may not.
And if this is about the money.
Huh, I kissed that goodbye
the day I went soft
on that silly whore.
Then why did he break
into my friend's flat?
It can't have been
for the photos.
I let him go after the money
to take his mind off her.
Gotta keep him off the
streets, haven't you?
And did it keep
him off the streets
the night Paul Elvin died?
He was at home with
me and his mum.
[scoffs]
Oh dear.
Look, I can see why
you might be anxious.
It is your son's car the
police are looking for.
And he had at least one very
public fight with a dead boy.
And that was over a woman
who also died in
violent circumstances.
Which is why we're very
pleased to see you, Dr. Bennet.
We've got a bit of a
proposition for you.
Look, I really don't
have time for this.
-[door closes]
-Just give me a minute.
Now, I know what
you're thinking,
but really you couldn't
be further from the truth.
I had nothing to do
with Sandra's death
and I did not kill Paul Elvin.
I've been following him. Yes.
In fact, I was on his tail
when he left the teachers.
He went straight from there
to a house in Hampstead,
Ashcroft Way.
He was in there for hours.
I couldn't hang around.
So?
The bloke that let him in the
door, I'd seen him before.
When?
At the Suffolk place.
Oh.
So it was you that
the broken there too?
Yeah. Trying to get
our stuff back, yes.
But I wasn't the only
person there that night!
Now, all I know is I was
upstairs looking around.
All of a sudden somebody
comes in downstairs.
Doesn't turn any
lights on, nothing.
Within a minute
he's on his way out.
I can see him leaving
from the window.
He walks to the
middle of the drive.
Stops, picks up a
shoe, a woman's shoe.
He goes to the edge of the
cliff and chucks it in the sea.
And this was the same man
that was in the
house in Hampstead?
Well, it was the
middle of the night,
but yeah, I reckon it was him.
All right.
So what do you want from me?
We want the book back.
The book?
[tense music]
[running footsteps]
-[door clunks]
-King's Cross, please.
[engine starts]
[taxi putters away]
[car crunches on gravel]
[John] What's all that noise?
Where are you?
I'm at King's Cross.
Now do me a favour, I can't
get hold of anyone else.
You put it so well.
Is there such a thing
as a street directory?
You know, a list of
the names of people
who live in a street?
Why?
[gravel crunches]
35 pounds. 10%, three pounds 50.
38 pounds 50?
[door clunks]
[car revs away]
[haunting tones]
[switch clicks on and off]
Good God, man, you'd
think we were off
for a night out in an abattoir!
If only.
[doors clunk]
[engine starts]
-[car revs away]
-Inspector!
Oh.
-[footsteps]
-[bells toll]
Oh, Dr. Lawson!
I've been trying to track
down Dr. Bennet. Any ideas?
Well, she should be here.
There's been a phone
call from Mr. Neil.
-Lizzie's gone missing
-[tense music]
and he was hoping she
might've turned up here again.
But some cash and some keys
to his place in
Suffolk have gone too.
When did he call?
Not more than about
half an hour ago.
The thing is, he's had his
phone, his electric cut off.
Where was he phoning from?
London.
Well in that case, I can get
that long before he does.
Thank you, Arthur.
Could you tell Dr.
Bennet when you see her?
-Yeah, certainly.
-Thank you.
[car hums past]
[printer chatters softly]
[beeps]
[huffs]
Mr. Koogan?
Ah, Dr. Bennet.
Ah, has anything come in for me?
What sort of thing would
that be, Dr. Bennet?
A message or a fax.
A fax.
-Ooh!
-This machine is not
for general use. Dr. Bennet.
-A memo has been a circulated.
-Yes, all right, all right.
Oh, and Arthur asked
me to tell you that
Dr. Lawson had to go to Suffolk,
something to do with a
small girl being on her own.
[dramatic tones]
-[car drives up]
-[tense music]
[pulls zipper]
[door closes]
Lizzie!
What are you doing
here in the dark?
The door was open.
I'm not doing anything.
I just wanted to
come down for a bit.
I tried to phone daddy,
but the phone doesn't work
and the lights don't come on.
So I see.
You'd best come
next door with me.
I think I'll just
wait here. Thank you.
Lizzie.
Who are you waiting for?
[car pulls up]
[door clunks]
Lizzie?
Lizzie, it's Loretta.
-[laughing]
-[applause]
[Man] No, no.
It's our retiree you should
be applauding, not me.
All I say is that-
[door creaks]
Oh, hello.
There's no electricity.
Would you like to come
next door with me?
I just want to stay here.
I know where there are
candles and things.
Well, Tom should
be here shortly.
Fair enough.
But remember I'm
just through the wall
if there's anything you want.
Or if you change your mind.
-[door closes]
-Why are you here, Lizzie?
Felix.
Felix is in bad trouble.
He killed mummy.
-[tense music]
-[footsteps]
[Woman] Turn right at the
tops of the stairs love
and then it's
first on your left.
-On the?
-Left.
Left, thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
Philip, hello.
Oscar!
Bridget! What are
you doing here?
I must go.
Yes, good night. Good night
Philip, nice seeing you.
-Good night, Oscar.
-Night, Reg.
Look. Look at this.
Yes.
-Well?
-Well,
Loretta is on her own down
at Shore House with Lizzie.
And it's the weekend.
So?
He's always there
at the weekends.
Bridget, what are
you talking about?
[owl hoots]
-[tense music]
-We'll have to use your car.
But I don't have one.
-You don't have a car?
-Well not here.
Bloody good do, eh, Oscar?
Fine bunch of men when see
'em like that together.
Eating, drinking.
Renaissance princes.
This way sir.
Reg, Reg!
Grand speech, Reg.
Family values.
Spot on. Well done, Reg.
Thanks very much.
Family values. Can't beat them.
My wife's a saint,
you know. A saint.
Is there a Mrs. Oscar, Oscar?
Yes sir, my mother.
Shore House, Ted,
fast as you can.
[Chief Supt. Allan]
Wonderful things mothers.
I've got a mother.
[Oscar] Have you really, sir?
[car stops quickly]
[tense music]
[revs away]
I knew Felix was sort
of angry at mummy,
but I never thought
he'd really hurt her.
Then he told those lies.
He didn't have glasses.
He phoned me and
asked me to come
and throw them into the sea.
She had to put these
on when she drove.
Always.
Maybe she forgot.
Lizzie, your mummy was on
her own when she crashed.
But why are they all smashed up?
Why did Felix hide them?
I don't know.
I don't know the answer
to any of these questions.
I can only guess.
And that's nearly always
a very silly thing to do.
The really brave thing is to
wait until we know the truth.
Hmm?
[car rushes past]
What's going on?
What's all that bloody
water doing there?
Thought we'd take the coast
road, sir. Lovely moon.
You what?
Who the hell are you?
-[car drives up]
-Is that daddy?
Yes, it's daddy.
[feet crunch on gravel]
Hey. How are you?
What on earth made
you come here?
I tried to phone.
Hi, Loretta.
[clock ticks]
[tense music]
Her glasses.
I forgot her glasses.
Lizzie.
I want you to stay
here for a moment
and I have to go and talk
the your daddy, okay?
Everything's gonna be all right.
Sandra called me that night.
She said she had something
important to discuss with me.
I thought I kidded myself
that it was about her
coming back to live with us.
You see, I didn't
know that Felix
had overheard the conversation
and he followed me back here
after I dropped them
off at the party.
He told me after that
he watched us arguing
till he couldn't
take it any more.
And he ran back to the party.
And what did she want?
Lizzie. She wanted Lizzie!
She decided to go to
Australia the next day.
And she wanted to
take Lizzie with her.
She wouldn't listen.
I just wanted her
to listen, so I...
I grabbed her.
[dramatic tones]
And the next thing I
knew she was on the floor
and she didn't move.
[door squeaks]
Felix must have found
the glasses later
and hidden them to protect me.
[Loretta] So after she'd
fallen, what happened then?
Well I phoned George.
He came over and
he took her pulse,
and he persuaded me
that we had to make it
look like an accident.
[door bangs]
Yes, yes I did.
Sandra was dead.
There was nothing to be
gained by telling the truth.
[scoffs] That wouldn't
have brought her back.
It was time to, to
think of the children,
of Lizzie and, and Felix.
Those children needed a father.
So you both decided
to fake her accident?
Well, I went to phone the
police and when I came back,
Tom had left and he'd taken
Sandra's body with him.
-George.
-And I think he was
absolutely right to do that.
-That's not what happened!
-Because sometimes
you have to put
the children first.
But she wasn't dead.
What?
That's nonsense!
No, no. I read the
pathologist's report.
The time of death was stated
at sometime after the crash.
She was still alive when
she went over that cliff.
You said she was dead.
Now Tom.
You took her pulse.
You said, "She's gone."
-Tom.
-[boot lid slams]
We dragged her to the car.
We put her in the car,
and we pushed her
over the cliff edge.
She was still alive!
[car smashes on rocks]
What does it matter anyway?
I mean, now's not the
time to lose your head.
Over that whore.
Don't call her a whore.
Well what would you
like me to call her?
She was a whore!
And you made it easy
for her, didn't you?
I mean, what did you
think we were doing
all those summer months
when you were busy
and we were left
here alone, hmm?
What'd you think?
It was your fault.
[scoffs]
And it wasn't difficult
to wear her down,
I can tell you that.
You killed Paul Elvin.
[dramatic music]
Yes.
She wouldn't stop whoring,
with that boy, that kid.
A schoolboy cricketer.
I set her up in a flat.
I paid for everything.
I found them together in my bed.
[rushing footsteps]
And she was going
to take Lizzie away.
[waves surge]
Lizzie!
Lizzie!
I have to talk to you!
Please Lizzie! The...
Oh.
Oh.
[rushing footsteps]
Where is she?
Lizzie?
[door slams]
-[engine starts]
-Lizzie!
[wheels spin on gravel]
Lizzie!
[car hums along]
[objects clatter]
Lizzie!
[tyres screech]
Lizzie! Are you all right?
[car hums along]
-[indistinct chatter]
-Are you all right?
[tyres crunch on gravel]
[engine revs]
-Get out of the road!
-Get out!
[fence splinters]
-[car roars off]
-[dramatic music]
Right, Ted, let's go.
[cars roar along]
[tyres squeal]
Hope he knows more than I do.
[tyres screech]
[engine revs]
-[tyres squeal]
-[engine roars]
Go!
[fence smashes]
[haunting music]
Lizzie's our secret, George.
Promise me that?
[wood splinters]
[engine roars]
[loud crashing]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[crunching footsteps]
Yeah, I'll have that, it's okay.
[Bridget] Loretta. The book.
[Loretta] What book?
-[waves surge]
-[gulls crying]
Well, fraud are having
fun with it now.
They had a tip off
that the Carlisle
was a brisk little number
in money laundering,
but they had to back off,
not enough of the
right sort of proof.
They needed names.
And now they've got
them in excelsis.
[Bridget] So, what'll
happen to Tom?
[Oscar] He'll probably get bail,
but in the end, who knows?
They'll take into
account the children,
his state of mind at the time,
but it really could
go either way.
You know, if it hadn't
been for Felix and Lizzie
he'd have got away with it.
Yep. All of them.
Hm.
[birds calling]
When you asked me
to dinner, Bridget,
I thought, "Oh, Cambridge,
high table, English crystal,
fine wines, erudite
conversation."
Did you?
Pass the chutney, Lo.
Not chicken korma in Camden.
Can I have another beer?
Yes.
There you go.
Natalie used to be
a wonderful cook.
I'm sure she still is a
wonderful cook somewhere.
[can opens]
Did I tell you about me
and the Carlisle Club?
Yeah.
When you asked me
to send the fax.
That was only a bit of it.
I am telling you it was
like finding yourself
in a very bad B-movie.
[laughing]
They kidnapped me.
I was kidnapped, and
then they threatened me.
-Threatened you?
-Yes.
What with?
Well, with general menace.
[laughing]
-To the cook.
-Yeah.
-Cheers.
-To Felix's
first weekend home.
[gentle music]
And Lizzie.
Hiya.
And, to the status quo.
["Don't Leave Me This
Way" by Otis Redding]
* Don't leave me this way *
* I've got no other
place to stay *
* Don't leave me
this way right now *
* I've got no other
place to stay *
* Don't leave me this way *
* I've got no other
place to stay *
* You throw my
clothes out the door *
* And it's told me you
didn't love me anymore *
* No, you throw my
clothes out the door now *
* Told me you didn't
love me anymore *
* Now don't leave me this way *
* Because I've got no
other place to stay *
* My baby, baby, baby *
* Baby right in love now *
* Baby, baby *
* Baby, right in
love, right now *
-[haunting music]
[door clunks]
In a way, the journey
really began five years ago
when I joined woman's
group in Camden.
If you told me then that
I was going to embark
on an adventure
like this on my own,
and even more amazing
write a book about it,
I'd have said you
were absolutely mad.
[chuckling]
People keep asking me if I've
emerged wiser or stronger,
if it's been a
life-changing experience?
Well, I can't answer
for my bike, but for me,
I'm afraid not a jot wiser.
[Bridget] Oh, I knew
it would be like this.
Wind her up and
she'll never stop.
-Shh!
-Stronger maybe.
I now know for sure that
ending up with egg on your face
-doesn't matter, it's having
-Well, well!
-A go that counts.
-Well, well, what?
-Sandra.
-And lastly,
-to Loretta Lawson
-[mutters] headband Sandra?
-Steering me through the
-Exactly.
-Of publishing.
-[applause]
[tense music]
[people chatter]
Here please, ladies. Right here.
[camera clicks]
[camera clicks]
-Hey, hey, hey.
-Don't you know
playing with the grown-ups can
get little boys into trouble?
Eh?
I mean, haven't they
taught you that yet?
Tony! How long
have you been here?
Have you been following me?
-Of course I have.
-[people chatter]
That's what you wanted isn't it?
-Look here, I-
-Look here!
-You little...
-[taps and slaps]
For God's sake, Tony!
He's my son!
[nervous laughs]
-[orchestral music]
-[rapid footsteps]
[birds cheeping]
Oh, British summers.
-Hello, Arthur!
-Hello Dr. Bennet.
How did the old
girls' reunion go?
Oh, a riot in every sense,
and not so much of the old girl.
Oh, these are no good, Arthur.
You used to do a much
better line in messages.
Yeah. Sorry about
that, Dr. Bennet.
-[receding footsteps]
-Why can't she stay away
during the long vac
Like everyone else?
-[sighs]
-I've no idea, Mr. Koogan.
[tense music]
-[footsteps on stairs]
-[siren wails]
[man shouts in street]
[dial clicks]
Sandra looks well on it.
I'm only sorry I
missed the floor show.
Didn't seem to faze her much.
-[chuckles]
-D'you want a drink?
Yeah, I'll get it.
What about you?
Yeah.
-Yeah?
-Yeah, thanks.
Isn't her husband's
supposed to be loaded?
Some sort of importer
or something?
Yes, he is, but they're
not together anymore.
[hums musically]
Ta.
Oh, these are great!
-Yeah.
-They're great!
Cheers.
Oh, thanks.
Loretta?
-[can spurts]
-Ahh!
The thing is, we should talk.
Well that's what we do. We talk.
What about?
Not about divorce.
We haven't talked about that.
No, we haven't.
Well, maybe we should.
A divorce? Whoof!
Okay. I agree.
Well, why now after
all these years?
Well...
You met someone else.
Yeah.
-[taxi idles outside]
-Hey.
You don't mind?
No, no. I'm thrilled for you.
Do I know her?
No, she's a student.
[clears throat]
A student?
Well, not a student student.
A mature student?
No, actually, she's quite young.
[intercom buzzes]
-Yes?
-[taxi drives off]
It's Sandra.
Hi.
[birds cheeping]
Come on, Dad, she doesn't even
-know what it means!
-Tony, Tony, stop,
I'm not interested.
What it comes down to is
you lost her, you find her.
I couldn't give a toss
about the sodding money,
but you get that book back
and you get it back now.
Shit!
We've pumping from
the mains for hours.
You can imagine how I felt.
Poor you.
Hmm.
The thing is...
Well, you can see, I don't
even have a spare bed.
It's only for a day or
two, till it dries out.
Ahh, the book launch.
Sandra, there must be
someone else? Or a hotel?
I don't need a hotel,
I need a friend.
[gentle music]
[lock buzzes]
Hi!
[jams door]
-[tense music]
-Hi!
-Just wanna talk.
-Get out!
Just wanna talk, okay?
[water splashes]
Oh, you are such a soft touch!
-I know, I know!
-When is she going?
Well, I'm beginning
to think never.
[sighs]
Hasn't she changed, though?
Remember what she
used to be like?
Oh, Miss Home Counties, 1985?
I think there's
something wrong though.
-Why?
-No.
She won't tell me anything,
but, she's brittle and edgy.
Every time the phone
rings, she jumps a mile.
Now, it just seems to me that
it's just as much of an act
as the old Sandra.
For all this larking
around, she's not happy.
-[door clunks]
-All yours.
Oh.
Sorry if I been a long time.
-No, no, no, no.
-You do look peaky, Bridget.
-Do I?
-You should have
a couple of sessions
on the sunbed.
Why didn't you have a go
with some of my blusher?
It's all in there.
Oh, righto.
-Ow.
-So,
when are they coming?
-Eight.
-Well, you don't have to
worry about me, you
won't even know I'm here.
I'll pop myself up in
your room, Lo, all right?
Yes, fine.
Oh, d'you want to nip
up and change first?
I have changed, Sandra.
Oh God. Sorry.
[receding footsteps]
[indistinct] a
stone-cold bath water.
[taxi pulls up]
[engine clatters]
-[taxi roars away]
-[bike hums up]
[engine putters]
[smooth music plays]
[door clunks]
Excuse me.
-Listen, I-
-I will never let you
-do this to me again.
-How did I know?
Why couldn't you
have just gone out
-with Michael by yourself?
-Well I thought you
-quite liked-
-No, no, no, never, ever.
Sorry. No ice.
Michael's given you quite
a build up, Loretta.
Ph.D, English studies,
lecturer at London University.
It's a bit daunting
for the likes of me.
Oh, gosh.
I thought you were
bringing David?
They wanted him in
Luxembourg a day early.
It was very last minute.
Sorry.
Wish I could live like this.
So spontaneous, isn't it?
I'm very tidy. Very clean.
In fact, I don't like
myself for it really,
it's a bit of an
affliction, in a way.
Probably need some therapy.
Do admire people like you.
[distant footsteps]
Sorry!
No, I'm not here.
You can't see me.
I forgot my mag.
Oh, what a nice surprise.
Michael, Eric, Sandra.
-Hi!
-An old friend.
Hi.
-Oh, Loretta, no, honestly.
-No, no.
[Sandra] You're both
academics too. I can tell.
No, no, no, no.
Corporate finance.
Corporate finance?
How fascinating.
It's a great shame that Sandra
-didn't feel like joining us.
-It's a tragedy.
But she seemed to want
to curl up with a book.
You think she really meant it?
-[gate squeaks]
-Oh, yes, yes.
That was definitely her,
"curling up with a
book," outfit she had on.
[taxi engine clatters]
[tense music]
-[taxi motors away]
-[footsteps]
[waves surge]
[running footsteps]
-[brakes squeal]
-[laughing]
Hang on, I'll come in.
Oh, God!
[laughing]
-No.
-Hang on, I'll come in.
[laughing]
Oh I thank you, thank
you for a lovely evening.
Well, did I know he'd turn
into the lech of the month?
Hey, turn to the
night, bat girl.
-[gate squeals]
-[laughing]
Don't want to disturb
Sandra, do we?
Oh, I live to disturb Sandra.
-[manic laughing]
-Shut up!
[taxi purrs away]
[door latch clangs]
[glasses clink]
[ominous music]
[wind moans]
-[waves surge]
-[ominous music]
[siren wails]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[muted chatter]
Hi, yeah. It's me.
Are you all right?
Sorry. Yes, I'm fine.
I'm just late. What is it?
I've just come across
a report about a
road accident in Suffolk
involving someone
called Sandra Neil
and I wondered
if it could be the same one?
Well, she didn't
stay here last night.
Yeah well, don't let's
jump to conclusions.
Let me read it to you.
"In the early hours
of this morning
a body was recovered from
the wreckage of a car
that had been driven off a
cliff on the Suffolk coast.
The body's been identified
as Mrs. Sandra Neil,
-a 39-year old mother of two.
-[tense music]
Her husband Mr. Tom Neil and
his children Elizabeth, nine,
and Felix, 18, were notified
in the early hours
of this morning
but were unavailable
for comment."
-[gulls crying]
-[waves surging]
-[church choir sings]
-I understand your car
will be taking the
parents [indistinct].
-I can't believe we're late.
-Well, it's hardly our fault,
-and the roads were-
-Of course it's our fault!
We should have left earlier!
Hell.
Well we can't go in now.
Let's not be standing here
when they all come out,
let's go straight to the house.
[door clunks]
That's her son, isn't it?
Yep.
[footsteps]
Poor thing.
They're horrid things
funerals, aren't they?
Yeah.
Have we missed much
of the service?
I'm afraid so, yes.
Do you know if it's far
to the Neil's house?
You're almost there.
I'll show you.
-This way.
-Oh, thank you.
[birds calling]
[door clunks]
[case unzips]
I was in charge of
the investigation
into Sandra Neil's death.
It was an accident wasn't it?
Oh yes. Yes.
I'm not here as a policeman.
In fact, it's my day off.
I just came to pay my respects.
Nice family.
Sandra was staying with
me the night she crashed.
Ah, the friend in London.
Loretta Lawson, how d'you do?
Bridget Bennet.
-I'm Oscar Ghilardi.
-[tense music]
Ladies first.
Oh, shit!
[motorbike purrs away]
There we are, Shore House.
Thank you very much
You wouldn't care for a quick
drink afterwards, I suppose?
Yeah.
Good.
Shall we say 6:00, the
pub by the harbour?
Fine.
Small gate and then
follow the cliff path.
Okay, thank you.
[Oscar] Bye.
I just wish I hadn't got so
irritated with her, that's all.
And we shouldn't have
left her on her own.
Why did she drive down here
in the middle of
the night, though?
Unless the kids were
here, I suppose?
No, they were going to a party.
She was on the phone
to Elizabeth just
before you arrived.
Sounded like the real
Sandra, it was really nice.
Wow. This is just
a holiday home?
She said she hated it here.
[indistinct chatter]
So where's your brother?
He's in his room.
He won't come out
until everyone's gone.
Then he'll be grumpy, I bet.
Felix and I always talk
about everything, until now.
Well, I expect it's just
his way of being sad?
And Dad doesn't
want to talk either.
He keeps on crying and
pretending it's okay.
It's all right to
be sad. Isn't it?
It is, Lizzie, it is really.
Thank you.
Beautiful place.
You manage to spend
much time here?
Almost every holiday.
Though this summer I took
the children to France.
We didn't wanna be
here without Sandra.
We bought our half of
it about 12 years ago.
It's only an hour
from Colchester.
Splendid turnout, Tom.
First rate service.
-George Saunders.
-Hello.
Where's the skipper?
He's upstairs.
Oh, well I'll just nip
up and have a word.
Oh, leave him alone, George.
Nonsense! Oh, Brian.
Is Bridget a teacher too?
Mm-hmm, in Cambridge in
a place called St. Marks.
-She teaches English.
-The same as you?
Hmm, similar sort of thing.
Princess.
Look, why don't I give
you my number in London?
And I'll give you
Bridget's in Cambridge
'cause we're gonna be
working there next week.
And if you feel like a
chat, you can just call.
I thought you were on holiday?
We are.
[tailgate clunks]
[birds calling]
So have you an idea of what
this argument was about?
At the launch? No.
-This man?
-Tony.
Yes. He show up at
the flat at all?
Well, I was out for a
lot of the time, but I-
-Thanks.
-Thank you, my dear.
No, no, I rather
got the impression
she was there very
much on her own.
Cheers.
Thank you.
Although, when I was clearing
up after that last night,
well there was an extra glass.
There were glasses everywhere.
No, no.
Don't you remember
Eric trotting around
clearing everything up?
Oh God, the affliction. Yes.
There was Sandra's glass
with her lipstick on it
and another glass next to it.
So, I guess somebody
must've visited her?
Well, brilliant.
You've got that
for fingerprints?
No, no, I washed it up.
Oh dear. Sorry.
Didn't they have
any smokey bacon?
Did you notice that there was a
broken window at the house?
At the back? Mm-hmm.
Odd.
Someone had broken in and then
cleared away all the glass.
A burglar?
Nothing was missing.
Okay. Right.
The burglar breaks
in through the window
and tidies away
the broken glass.
He's just about to
load up with silver
when Sandra arrives
back and disturbs him.
She freaks, goes screaming
out of the house,
gets into the car,
drives like a maniac.
The burglar loses his
nerve and scarpers.
Yes. That's a truly
wonderful reconstruction.
Just what I would expect
from someone with a training
in textual analysis.
A tidy burglar! [laughs]
-Loretta!
-Lizzie!
Hello.
Ah, ladies, Inspector. Thought
we'd blow the cobwebs away.
Are you coming aboard?
We have to be heading
back, I'm sorry.
Felix won't come with us either.
Another time.
It must be us Lizzie.
-Have a nice trip.
-Thanks.
-Bye.
-Bye.
That was the man that found
the body. George Saunders.
He's a neighbour isn't he?
-We met him at the house.
-Yes, he lives next door.
He drives up from London most
weekends for the sailing.
Seems to get on
well with Lizzie.
He's been awfully
good to Felix, too.
Who's been in a spot
of bother lately.
What sort of bother?
Shoplifting, joyriding,
that sort of thing.
Family breakdown, I suppose?
Are you married Dr. Bennet?
No, I'm not.
How wise.
You've no idea the
concentration of crime
that surrounds
marriage these days.
[ominous music]
She misjudged the bend here.
By the look of it,
fuddled with alcohol.
She seems to have left your
place in London in a hurry.
No handbag, no coat.
It was a cold night.
Misty, touch of ground frost.
The theory is she was gonna
call in at Shore House
and then head back
along the coast road,
where there was a party, an
end of season sort of thing,
mostly for the kids
but parents looked in.
Felix and Lizzie were
there, sleeping over.
And her husband?
Oh, he dropped them off
and then headed back
home to Colchester.
The police called him
at three in the morning
and told him the news.
This is where she went through.
They've fixed the fence already.
Down there!
Oh, God!
At least she must
have died instantly?
Oscar, this is the only piece
of dangerous high ground
on what must be the
flattest shoreline
-in the county.
-She had to know this road
like the back of her hand.
-The case is closed?
-It would take a a deal more
than a few loose ends
to have it opened again.
[phone rings]
Hello?
Hello?
[dog barking]
Hello!
[slams handset]
[door clunks]
[coughs]
-[tuts]
-[sighs]
[dramatic tones]
[phone rings]
[Tom] This is Colchester 3102.
Leave your message
after the tone.
[beep]
Hello Tom. This
is Loretta Lawson.
[clears throat]
I'm afraid. I found another
piece of Sandra's luggage.
I'm so sorry.
Maybe you could phone
me and we'll work out
what to do about it?
As from this afternoon,
I'll be in Cambridge on...
[tense music]
Tom, I'll phone you back.
[handset clunks back]
[footsteps]
[door clunks]
[Answerphone] Hello Tom.
This is Loretta Lawson.
[indistinct chatter]
-[phones ring]
-[zip pulled]
[zip pulled]
Listen, Loretta, this is
nothing to do with you.
Legally it belongs
to the husband.
Where it came from or
-what it's doing here
-Sorry.
Has nothing to do with you.
It was in my airing cupboard.
Yes. She was your guest.
-Well, Bridget says-
-Yes, I'm sure that Bridget
knows exactly what
should be done.
In fact, I'm surprised that
you bothered to ask my advice
when you could
consult the Oracle!
Shh!
Why are you being so grouchy?
And I haven't come
to ask your advice.
Well I have, but I've also
come to give you these.
What?
Ah. The divorce papers.
Oh, God, Loretta I'm sorry.
It's been a lousy week.
Evidently.
Were there any problems? Did
you manage to work it out?
Yes, I could work it out.
Here and there even managed
some joined up writing.
[rustling paper]
-I'm sorry.
-Sorry.
Now there is one tiny
little thing too, tiny.
That is if we're still
in business, you and I?
Yeah. Sure.
Well, Sandra said that she'd
stopped being a secretary
and she'd started up this
business, a health club.
-What's it called?
-The Carlisle club.
And you want it checked out?
Please.
Okay.
Right.
Well, I'm going straight
up to Bridget's now,
so, you can get me there
if anything really
interesting comes up.
-Bye!
-Well, what are you
gonna do with that now?
Well, I'm gonna take
it up to Cambridge.
Tom might want to
pick it up from there.
But you can't go wondering
about with a bear
stuffed to the gills
with 10,000 quid!
Shh! It's all right.
I'm not going to lurk
in any dark corners.
Or go off with any strange men.
[door clunks]
[engine starts]
[car drives off]
[vacuum cleaner whirs]
I'm just going to
Sarah's, Mrs. Hicks.
Don't be late back.
[classical music]
She was running away wasn't she?
Used my place for
somewhere to hide.
Didn't they think
of looking there?
After all, I thought George
hadn't seem them for years?
DR. Bennet, Dr.
Lawson, skiving again?
Of course!
Why don't you come
with us Arthur?
You'll let him off
Mr. Koogan, won't you?
Oh, go on.
[gentle music]
John says we should
mind our own business.
He's in a foul mood.
Oh, that's the schoolgirl
wearing him out.
No, no, that's all
going swimmingly.
And even though she's
young, she's very young,
she's also a
tremendously mature,
wonderful witty, and
dazzlingly talented redhead.
-And we hate her?
-Yes, we really hate her!
[rapid footsteps]
[bell tolls]
[orchestral music
segues to tense music]
Yeah, hi, it's a
Cambridge number.
[Operator] What
name is it, please?
Bennet.
Dr. Bridget Bennet.
-Bennet?
-Yeah, thanks.
[Operator] The number you
require is Cambridge, 0223.
[gentle music]
All this ought to be in
the cubby holes by now.
And don't slouch.
Slouch?
I don't slouch.
Yes madam, what
can I do for you?
Want some lunch?
What's going on?
Where do you think you're going?
I'm escorting this young lady
on a tour of the colleges.
Well what about the desk?
Dave's taking over.
Not without my
permission, he's not.
You gave that over a
week ago, Mr. Koogan,
when you put me
on late's, again.
It's my afternoon off.
Oh, look, why do I always look
as if I've been hit in
the small of the back
by the 8:45 from Paddington?
Aw! Felix looks happy
there, doesn't he?
[indistinct chatter]
Dr. Bennet.
Lizzie!
Did dad really say it was
all right for me to stay?
He's fine.
He's going to pick
you up from my place
in London tomorrow night.
Good.
We've all got
another day together.
What are those?
We were looking at
these before you came.
They were taken at
the book launch.
Any of mummy?
Thank you Ma'am.
Thank you, thank you.
Felix is there in
the background.
Felix, at a book thing?
She's wearing her Paris suit.
Where's Felix?
There.
-That's Paul Elvin.
-[tense music]
Do you know Paul?
He used to go to
school with Felix.
He was cricket captain.
Oh, I'm hopeless with names.
No, no, I don't know him.
People sort of turn up
at those things, you see.
[tense music]
You! What are you doing here?
Really, this is crazy.
Let's get out of
here and we can talk.
You bastard! You shit!
-You bloody wrecker!
-Wrecker?
Who are you calling a wrecker?
I'll kill you!
-[bat clunks]
-[screams]
[Bridget] Oh, marvellous
control, Arthur.
Shouldn't you be singing
something in Italian?
[Arthur] úSorry. I haven't
got the hat for it, ma'am.
[Lizzie] Felix always
used to make me laugh,
and now something
bad has happened.
He's angry all the time.
That since mummy died?
No. Since before.
Since they sent the tie.
The tie?
Felix's school tie.
It came in a packet
to mummy from a hotel.
They said her son
had left it behind.
Felix has never
been to any hotel.
There was awful trouble,
and now he keeps getting
into trouble, and...
And what, Lizzie?
He didn't tell the truth
about when mummy died.
In what way?
About where he was.
We were asked to a party.
We were staying the night,
but as soon as dad
dropped us off Felix left.
He was gone ages.
You won't tell dad
any of this will you?
[ducks quacking]
Thanks for the loan of
Arthur, Mr Koogan, jolly kind.
Oh, I took a call from
your brother, Dr. Bennet.
-My brother?
-Yes.
What did he say?
Not a lot. Wanted to
know where you were.
And did you tell him?
Well, had I been informed of
your whereabouts Dr. Bennet,
I would've been happy to oblige,
but as it was, I
was unable to help.
And did he leave a message?
No.
Truth to tell, he was what
I can only describe as curt!
Just a sec, just see
if Oscar's rung back.
What's the matter?
Oh, it's just a mix up.
Bridget doesn't have a brother.
Everything's a mix up.
[phone rings]
-[door slams]
-Message for you, sir.
-Thank you.
-A lady.
Dr. Bennet? Rung a
couple of times now.
Thank you, Steven.
[clatter of feet]
Where the hell have
you been, Ghilardi?
And what the hell is all this?
It looks like rather than
lengthy printout, sir.
Or maybe it's one of those
Andrex adverts, with the puppy.
It's a 20 bloody three
page printout, Ghilardi!
From pathology,
on the Neil case.
Which correct me if I'm
wrong is now dead and buried!
Well that's as maybe
sir, but the thing-
Right!
Since that is, "As maybe,"
I would deem it a great
personal favour, Ghilardi,
if you could get your
frigging finger out
and get on with
their job in hand!
[door slams]
-You, with me!
-Oh dear.
[approaching footsteps]
She's just coming
down, she fell asleep.
Tom, Bridget and I'd
be delighted to help
whenever we can.
Well that's kind,
but I usually have things
pretty well worked out.
I'm sure you do.
I'm just being selfish.
She's a pleasure to have around.
She's a great little girl.
I know.
Would you like another drink?
No, thank you.
Tom, this is the
bag that I found.
Lizzie must've been thrilled.
Well, I haven't given it to her.
It's full of money. A
great deal of money.
-[phone rings]
-Excuse me.
[tense music]
Hello?
Hello?
-[approaching footsteps]
-Hello?
Hi, Dad.
-Hi, Lizzie.
-Who is this?
[slams handset]
[phone rings]
Yeah, hello?
Bridget, it's Oscar.
Oscar Ghilardi.
Oscar. Oh, hello.
Er, yes, er, hello, how are you?
Fine.
Look, I was wondering
if we could meet?
Well, thing is I'm pretty
tied up for some time.
Certainly most evenings
totally down the pan with
work and stuff, you know?
New term.
I'm not suggesting we
go on a cruise, Bridget.
You left a message.
Something about a bear?
Yes, I know, the money.
Yes.
Look, things have been
a bit hectic up here,
but I have to be in
London for a few days.
Perhaps we could meet then?
Oh, and I can bring
the pathology report.
[door handles click]
-[door clunks]
-[tense music]
[door slams]
[dog barks]
-[screams]
-[bottle smashes]
I'm so sorry. I'm
terribly sorry.
-I'll get you another one.
-Leave it please.
It's a pint of milk,
I'll do it later, please.
I didn't mean to startle you.
I just wanted to talk.
About Sandra?
Yeah, my name's Paul Elvin.
Yes, I know. What about Sandra?
It's a bit awkward here.
Well, it's here or nowhere.
The night she died,
I was in your flat.
[tense music]
I can't, I can't
get out of my head
how she was when I left
her, she was terrified.
What of?
I don't know. She wouldn't say.
I reckon it might've
been the health club.
I thought that was
a great success?
No, she wanted out.
She put money into it,
but it wasn't working.
I'm not sure why.
Anyway, she wanted it back.
They weren't having it.
So she just helped herself?
Well, she'd never have taken it
if I hadn't won a scholarship.
What?
I got this cricket
scholarship to Australia.
Was Sandra gonna go with you?
Yeah.
[car hums up]
-[radio chatter]
-Lizzie?
Lizzie, come on. We're home.
Yeah, I can understand that.
Need to start again. Get away.
I don't know why she chose me.
Maybe, well maybe because I
wasn't much of a challenge?
But it could have been
anyone. I always knew that.
I'm sure that's not true.
Oh yeah.
She just needed someone
around to make her feel good.
She didn't seem to think
too much of herself,
which was crazy.
She was amazing, wasn't she?
That night. How long
did you stay here?
Oh, not late.
It had just hit
her. This was it.
We really were
leaving the next day.
She got into a panic
about Felix and Lizzie
and said she wanted
to be on her own.
So I, I left.
I waited for her for hours
at Heathrow the next morning.
In the end, I phoned
the house in Colchester.
I couldn't face any
more flack from Felix,
but I didn't know
what else to do.
As it turned out, I
got the housekeeper.
She, she told me.
How'd you mean, "More
flack from Felix?"
Since he found out
about us. God knows how.
Well he'd taken to phoning
me at home and going apeshit.
He called that night
around midnight,
screaming about how he
was gonna kill both of us.
He even had a go at me at
a sports club yesterday.
[gasps]
Police came for him
but he did a runner.
What are you saying?
That Felix had something to
do with his mother's death?
Maybe?
No, I'm just saying anything.
But why was she so scared?
Oh, I don't know.
It doesn't make sense, does it?
You know that bloke that
turned up at the launch, Tony?
Was he something to
do with the club?
I dunno.
I think he's just someone
who kept pestering her.
He soon ran out of steam.
-[tense music]
-Well, who's the other bloke?
Gave her much more grief.
Even turned up at her flat.
That's why she moved
out in the end.
She said there was a flood.
It was a Friday
night, wasn't it?
The night of the crash?
Yes. Why?
I don't know why I didn't
think of it before.
Maybe there is
something I can do.
Thanks for the coffee.
Well, where are you going?
I'll call you tomorrow.
-[dramatic music]
-[motorbike starts]
[purrs away]
[car hums past]
[traffic hums past]
[bottles clink]
Felix.
Oh my God, your father phoned.
Everyone's looking for you.
What are you doing here?
Come on, old chap, can't
be as bad as all that.
What lunatic parked
that car like that?
I did. I borrowed it.
-[traffic rushes past]
-[door slams]
No, they never say anything,
but there is definitely
someone there.
I can hear the click
when they hang up.
It's happened three times now.
Have you told the phone company?
No, not yet.
-Well, you should.
-[phone rings]
There's the stuff
there from your club,
which is of course why
you're really here?
Thanks. Anything?
I haven't read it to be honest.
There's not much there,
by the look of it,
they don't go in for much
in the way of publicity.
What's that?
It's a clock.
[Loretta] It's a clock
and two potatoes.
[John] Well done.
Well, is it like one
of those experiments
you did at school?
It's a gift.
-[chuckles]
-Who from?
From Natalie's mother.
Oh, from Natalie's mother.
It's rather ingenious actually.
The potato powers the clock.
Right. Right.
[dramatic music]
[fire crackles]
[car engine revs]
[handbrake clicks on]
Felix. Where were you?
The police came. What happened?
[door clunks]
Hello, Lizzie.
Uncle George.
Where's your father?
He's out the back
burning rubbish.
Fine. Come on.
Felix?
[tense music]
Tom.
He's got something to tell you.
Thanks for bringing
him back, George.
[traffic roars past]
[horn beeps]
[Bridget] How did
you get an address?
[Loretta] In amongst all
the stuff that John gave me
-about the club.
-Hmm.
Why are we doing this?
[Loretta] I'm not quite sure.
[car door closes]
[Bridget] They must have
taken her name away.
-Well there's one here.
-No, hang on.
Sorry, excuse me. I wonder
if you could help us?
We were told that a Mrs.
Sandra Neil lived here.
Who sent you?
No one. She was a friend.
You best come in.
[Loretta] Well we just want
to find out anything we can.
[Janet] Well, she hasn't
lived here for five weeks.
[Bridget] Five weeks?
I was in a bit of a jam and
she was moving out anyway
so she said I could have it
until I got myself sorted.
Well, no one come near the place
so I just stayed on for a bit.
Were you her friend?
Not really.
We worked together
at the same law firm,
Ricards and Bergson,
till she had to leave.
Had to?
Well it's no secret.
She got the sack because she
had an affair with a client.
Well is that a sacking matter?
With this client it was.
Why did you say, "Who sent you?"
It started a couple of
days before she died.
This man kept phoning.
I told him I didn't know
where she was and he,
he showed up here.
He said, he said he was
gonna get her anyway
and I'll be next.
Next thing she's dead.
What did he look like?
Was he around 30, fair
hair, a bit flash?
Then last night I was laying
in bed, watching telly,
and this other man
showed up in the doorway.
he started screaming
and yelling at me
to get out there and then!
Dear God, what did you do?
Well I went to phone the
police, but he broke down.
Started wailing like a kid,
took the rest of
her things and left.
What did he look like?
Tallish, middle-aged,
just looked ordinary.
[car horn beeps]
[distant children playing]
Felix.
[tense music]
Um. did she mention the club?
-The health club?
-Yeah.
Yeah, she was always
going on about it.
It was going to change her life.
[door opens]
So where was she for
those five weeks?
The club?
Who do you think the,
the other man is?
-The middle-aged man?
-Well, it's gotta be Tom,
hasn't it?
Well.
Oh, he's here.
I think he's a bit odd.
Why? Just 'cause he's on time?
Of course not. He's
definitely odd though.
Hi, Oscar.
Bridget.
Hello?
Loretta. Lovely.
Sorry, are we?
Ah, yes. Excuse me.
Is it all right to move there?
No, sorry, that's
for a large party.
Good. Thank you.
[tense music]
Yes, sit down if you will,
and roll up your sleeve.
That should deal
with any anxiety.
Didn't know you were
keen on sport, Oscar?
Sport? Oh, that?
Yes, I found that
in the gents loo
along with "Catering Now."
What, winning ways with a wok?
-[chuckles]
-Yes.
But I can run to a brisk
round of Scrabble, if pressed.
It happened later than I
thought, the time of death?
Yes. I'm afraid that she
did not die instantly.
-It took some time.
-[piano music plays]
Oh, God.
Look, I've had some feedback
on that information
that your friend got.
Oh, on the Carlisle Club?
Yes, exactly.
Ha, to the glorious computer.
I don't suppose
you two use it much
in your line of business?
All the time actually.
-Oh.
-Well?
Well, the club is owned by
Steven and Tony Fleming,
a son and father.
The son has a bit of form,
but seems to have got
off unscathed so far
thanks to his lawyers.
I'll bet they're
Ricard's and Bergson's?
It must be the same, Tony?
Ah, may I?
Thank you.
Fraud had a good look at the
club over the last few months,
but didn't seem to
come up with much.
Now, can we eat?
Well, I'm gonna
have one of these.
I'll bring the rest of
your things tomorrow
and I'll call you tonight.
-Take care, Felix.
-[engine ticks over]
[car drives away]
[door clunks shut]
What's happening?
He's going to be
looked after, Lizzie.
He'll be back to the old
Felix in no time at all.
Why don't you come and stay
with me for a few days?
No, I don't think so.
Thank you.
[receding footsteps]
-Hi, sorry I'm late.
-Ah!
The usual last minute chaos.
I'm off to Moscow
in the morning.
John Tracy, Oscar Ghilardi.
Hi Oscar, nice to meet you.
John's my ex or my
almost ex husband.
And he leads this very
sophisticated life.
Today Leytonstone,
tomorrow Leningrad.
I mean, we feel so humble
that you managed to fit us in.
What are you having?
Another one of these I think.
Can we have another
one of these please?
-And do you do cigarettes?
-Yes.
A packet of Benson's please.
And a vodka tonic. And
Oscar, what would you like?
No, no, I'm fine thanks.
Oh, and a glass of hemlock
for the lady in the corner.
[tense music]
[footsteps]
[phone rings]
[laughing]
It's a shame I've got to go,
I was just beginning
to enjoy myself.
Where are you going?
I'm going to dinner
with Natalie's parents.
Ah!
In Chigwell.
-Oh dear.
-[snorts]
-[laughing]
-I know.
Actually they don't even
seem to like me very much.
What are you saying,
that's extraordinary.
I can't understand that.
That is me.
Lovely, thank you.
Sod it!
Excuse me. Could we have
another one of those, please?
Well, I'd better telephone.
-Yes.
-It's on the bar.
-Oh, thanks.
-Wonderful.
[Oscar] Mmm, lovely.
I think yours seems to be
a little bigger than mine.
[Bridget] I think
this has been wokked.
[Oscar] Yes, but it's very
"Catering Now," isn't it?
[chuckles]
[tense music]
May I see?
Looks like "An early
morning swimmer
found the body of
20-year old Paul Elvin
floating in Highgate
Ponds early this morning.
Police are not at this stage
treating the matter
as a drowning.
A white Toyota Celica has
been seen in the vicinity
of the Elvin home on two or
three occasions recently."
[Lizzie] Can you find out
where he is and get to me?
Because, I don't know
if he's all right. Bye.
-[call disconnects]
-[machine beeps]
Oh, we have to stop this,
we're getting in far too deep.
That's two people who've
walked out of this flat-
I know, I know.
Want tea?
Yeah.
[tense music]
You started smoking again?
No.
Are they still here?
I'm not going in there!
[door bangs open]
[clunk]
[tense music]
No.
Well, that's how they go in.
Right. Come on.
We're going to a hotel.
We can't stay here,
they might come back.
[clattering downstairs]
No, let's see what's
missing first.
Everything's been
moved. It's all here.
Including 50 pounds in cash.
Everything's here too.
Hang on.
The photos are missing!
How weird.
Who'd want to take the
photos of the book launch?
Any normal psychopath.
Now we just grab our things
and walk out of here.
We'll go to a hotel, but
we could go to my mother's.
What am I saying?
We'll go to a hotel!
We seem so wet!
So we are wet!
[phone rings]
[tense music]
Don't answer it, let it ring.
This is ridiculous.
Hello?
It's Lizzie.
Must be taking Felix to
a hospital, poor kid.
What I find really baffling
is why Tom can't
realise how frightening
all this is for Lizzie.
Not having anyone to talk to.
Well, maybe he just doesn't
know how to talk to her.
Well it's hell for that child.
And she's being so brave.
Puts us all to shame.
[tense music]
So you keep saying,
and now I'm the one
sleeping nearest the door.
Well, they did come
in through the window.
Of course, the really
bright thing to do
were to phone Oscar.
He did give us his number
where he's staying.
Well we can't ring him now.
You're right.
It's just about now he
turns into a werewolf.
-[banging]
-[yell]
[gasps]
[door clatters open]
[door slams]
Hello, I've, um,
-had, ooh,
-[phone clatters]
had a spot of bother with
Natalie and I'm locked out.
-Homeless.
-And legless.
Yes.
Ooh. Ooh.
-Oof.
-Ahh!
I knew you'd understand.
Ah. Ah!
Oh well, I feel much safer now!
-[birds calling]
-[waves roaring]
[gulls crying]
[gentle music]
[birds tweeting]
Felix?
Hello. My name's Loretta.
I'm a friend of Lizzie's.
Is Lizzie here?
No, she isn't.
She asked me to visit
you for her, though.
Can I sit down?
I spoke to your father.
He's coming tomorrow.
Lizzie asked me to
bring you these.
She said they have favourites.
You're a friend of Lizzie's?
Yes, I am.
It was worse for her.
I couldn't tell her anything.
She kept looking at me.
I kept trying to phone her, but,
we never knew where
she was, never.
[tense music]
Lizzie would sit by
the phone for hours.
Dad kept trying to
make it right, but,
'Cause of me they met.
He was the captain of
the school cricket team.
Paul? Yes, I know.
All of it was my fault.
It was because of
Elvin she crashed.
It was because of
him she got so angry!
How'd you know she was angry?
Were you with her
when she got angry?
No, I was at the party.
You were seen leaving the party.
I was there all the
time. Ask Lizzie!
No don't. Leave her alone.
Felix.
Do you really think
it was an accident?
Yes. Why?
It was all finished anyway.
What do you want?
Why are you here?
I'm a friend of Lizzie's.
And I was a friend
of your mother's.
She didn't have
any proper friends.
[slams down the bars]
[door clunks]
-[engine starts]
-[dramatic music]
[car pulls away]
[car door slams]
Lizzie? It's Felix.
No, no, listen, listen!
You've got to do
something for me.
-[water runs]
-[phone rings]
Hello?
Bridget? Oscar.
Oh!
What the hell are you
still doing there?
I told you to go!
-Why, you checking up on us?
-You bet I am.
I thought you said you'd
leave for Cambridge
first thing this morning?
Well, Loretta already has,
and I'm going up after
lunchtime seminar.
Surely this is no
longer an arena
for a couple of amateur sleuths?
All right. All right.
You made that perfectly
clear last night.
Look, we'll both be in
Cambridge by this evening.
Check again if you like.
I've got a dinner engagement.
Oh.
Anything about Paul?
No, not yet. I'll let you know.
And promise me,
no more meddling?
Absolutely. No more meddling.
-Good, bye.
-Okay, bye.
[tense music]
[taxi engine clatters]
Yep, yeah.
Look, I'm gonna
leave my bags, okay?
I'll be about five minutes.
-Okay.
-All right, thank you.
[door clunks]
[footsteps]
[soft jazz music]
Carlisle Club.
No, I'm afraid she
isn't in today.
She's available Friday.
Okay? And that is 10:45.
Okay, bye.
Welcome to the Carlisle Club.
May I help you?
Yes.
I heard a while ago
you might be looking
for some experienced staff?
A domestic, yes?
Sorry?
Well, domestic or professional?
Professional. Definitely.
Sport, massage or
individual room service?
Room service.
So who do I see
about an interview?
Well, you see me first
of all, Miss, er...?
Excuse me.
-Good morning.
-Morning, Mr. Rankin.
-Nice to see you, Gloria?
-Thank you.
Thank you very much. All right?
Thanks. Bye.
Well actually it was
a friend who suggested
I might to fit in
rather well here.
Sandra Neil.
Did you know Sandra?
Mrs. Neil was only
with us very briefly.
We have a new manager now.
Oh, Tony.
Well, any chance of a word
with Tony? Tony Fleming.
Well, why don't you
ask him yourself?
[tense music]
Oh, well maybe not
precisely now this minute.
Why don't I drop a line?
Yeah, I'll just...
[door opens]
-[footsteps]
-Well, well now,
Dr. Bennet, I presume?
[distant machine whirring]
Well actually, on reflection,
I think the job may
be too demanding.
I was looking for something
a bit more casual.
Oh, we do casual Dr. Bennet.
[drawer opens]
We do very casual, indeed.
All the same,
I'm not really sure
it's sort of job
that I'm particularly looking
for it with my height.
We don't want them.
You can keep them.
Not talking holiday
snaps here, are we?
Oh, aren't we?
All right, if you're having
a good time we can keep us up
as long as you like Dr. Bennet.
Or may I call you Bridget?
No, you may not.
And if this is about the money.
Huh, I kissed that goodbye
the day I went soft
on that silly whore.
Then why did he break
into my friend's flat?
It can't have been
for the photos.
I let him go after the money
to take his mind off her.
Gotta keep him off the
streets, haven't you?
And did it keep
him off the streets
the night Paul Elvin died?
He was at home with
me and his mum.
[scoffs]
Oh dear.
Look, I can see why
you might be anxious.
It is your son's car the
police are looking for.
And he had at least one very
public fight with a dead boy.
And that was over a woman
who also died in
violent circumstances.
Which is why we're very
pleased to see you, Dr. Bennet.
We've got a bit of a
proposition for you.
Look, I really don't
have time for this.
-[door closes]
-Just give me a minute.
Now, I know what
you're thinking,
but really you couldn't
be further from the truth.
I had nothing to do
with Sandra's death
and I did not kill Paul Elvin.
I've been following him. Yes.
In fact, I was on his tail
when he left the teachers.
He went straight from there
to a house in Hampstead,
Ashcroft Way.
He was in there for hours.
I couldn't hang around.
So?
The bloke that let him in the
door, I'd seen him before.
When?
At the Suffolk place.
Oh.
So it was you that
the broken there too?
Yeah. Trying to get
our stuff back, yes.
But I wasn't the only
person there that night!
Now, all I know is I was
upstairs looking around.
All of a sudden somebody
comes in downstairs.
Doesn't turn any
lights on, nothing.
Within a minute
he's on his way out.
I can see him leaving
from the window.
He walks to the
middle of the drive.
Stops, picks up a
shoe, a woman's shoe.
He goes to the edge of the
cliff and chucks it in the sea.
And this was the same man
that was in the
house in Hampstead?
Well, it was the
middle of the night,
but yeah, I reckon it was him.
All right.
So what do you want from me?
We want the book back.
The book?
[tense music]
[running footsteps]
-[door clunks]
-King's Cross, please.
[engine starts]
[taxi putters away]
[car crunches on gravel]
[John] What's all that noise?
Where are you?
I'm at King's Cross.
Now do me a favour, I can't
get hold of anyone else.
You put it so well.
Is there such a thing
as a street directory?
You know, a list of
the names of people
who live in a street?
Why?
[gravel crunches]
35 pounds. 10%, three pounds 50.
38 pounds 50?
[door clunks]
[car revs away]
[haunting tones]
[switch clicks on and off]
Good God, man, you'd
think we were off
for a night out in an abattoir!
If only.
[doors clunk]
[engine starts]
-[car revs away]
-Inspector!
Oh.
-[footsteps]
-[bells toll]
Oh, Dr. Lawson!
I've been trying to track
down Dr. Bennet. Any ideas?
Well, she should be here.
There's been a phone
call from Mr. Neil.
-Lizzie's gone missing
-[tense music]
and he was hoping she
might've turned up here again.
But some cash and some keys
to his place in
Suffolk have gone too.
When did he call?
Not more than about
half an hour ago.
The thing is, he's had his
phone, his electric cut off.
Where was he phoning from?
London.
Well in that case, I can get
that long before he does.
Thank you, Arthur.
Could you tell Dr.
Bennet when you see her?
-Yeah, certainly.
-Thank you.
[car hums past]
[printer chatters softly]
[beeps]
[huffs]
Mr. Koogan?
Ah, Dr. Bennet.
Ah, has anything come in for me?
What sort of thing would
that be, Dr. Bennet?
A message or a fax.
A fax.
-Ooh!
-This machine is not
for general use. Dr. Bennet.
-A memo has been a circulated.
-Yes, all right, all right.
Oh, and Arthur asked
me to tell you that
Dr. Lawson had to go to Suffolk,
something to do with a
small girl being on her own.
[dramatic tones]
-[car drives up]
-[tense music]
[pulls zipper]
[door closes]
Lizzie!
What are you doing
here in the dark?
The door was open.
I'm not doing anything.
I just wanted to
come down for a bit.
I tried to phone daddy,
but the phone doesn't work
and the lights don't come on.
So I see.
You'd best come
next door with me.
I think I'll just
wait here. Thank you.
Lizzie.
Who are you waiting for?
[car pulls up]
[door clunks]
Lizzie?
Lizzie, it's Loretta.
-[laughing]
-[applause]
[Man] No, no.
It's our retiree you should
be applauding, not me.
All I say is that-
[door creaks]
Oh, hello.
There's no electricity.
Would you like to come
next door with me?
I just want to stay here.
I know where there are
candles and things.
Well, Tom should
be here shortly.
Fair enough.
But remember I'm
just through the wall
if there's anything you want.
Or if you change your mind.
-[door closes]
-Why are you here, Lizzie?
Felix.
Felix is in bad trouble.
He killed mummy.
-[tense music]
-[footsteps]
[Woman] Turn right at the
tops of the stairs love
and then it's
first on your left.
-On the?
-Left.
Left, thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
Philip, hello.
Oscar!
Bridget! What are
you doing here?
I must go.
Yes, good night. Good night
Philip, nice seeing you.
-Good night, Oscar.
-Night, Reg.
Look. Look at this.
Yes.
-Well?
-Well,
Loretta is on her own down
at Shore House with Lizzie.
And it's the weekend.
So?
He's always there
at the weekends.
Bridget, what are
you talking about?
[owl hoots]
-[tense music]
-We'll have to use your car.
But I don't have one.
-You don't have a car?
-Well not here.
Bloody good do, eh, Oscar?
Fine bunch of men when see
'em like that together.
Eating, drinking.
Renaissance princes.
This way sir.
Reg, Reg!
Grand speech, Reg.
Family values.
Spot on. Well done, Reg.
Thanks very much.
Family values. Can't beat them.
My wife's a saint,
you know. A saint.
Is there a Mrs. Oscar, Oscar?
Yes sir, my mother.
Shore House, Ted,
fast as you can.
[Chief Supt. Allan]
Wonderful things mothers.
I've got a mother.
[Oscar] Have you really, sir?
[car stops quickly]
[tense music]
[revs away]
I knew Felix was sort
of angry at mummy,
but I never thought
he'd really hurt her.
Then he told those lies.
He didn't have glasses.
He phoned me and
asked me to come
and throw them into the sea.
She had to put these
on when she drove.
Always.
Maybe she forgot.
Lizzie, your mummy was on
her own when she crashed.
But why are they all smashed up?
Why did Felix hide them?
I don't know.
I don't know the answer
to any of these questions.
I can only guess.
And that's nearly always
a very silly thing to do.
The really brave thing is to
wait until we know the truth.
Hmm?
[car rushes past]
What's going on?
What's all that bloody
water doing there?
Thought we'd take the coast
road, sir. Lovely moon.
You what?
Who the hell are you?
-[car drives up]
-Is that daddy?
Yes, it's daddy.
[feet crunch on gravel]
Hey. How are you?
What on earth made
you come here?
I tried to phone.
Hi, Loretta.
[clock ticks]
[tense music]
Her glasses.
I forgot her glasses.
Lizzie.
I want you to stay
here for a moment
and I have to go and talk
the your daddy, okay?
Everything's gonna be all right.
Sandra called me that night.
She said she had something
important to discuss with me.
I thought I kidded myself
that it was about her
coming back to live with us.
You see, I didn't
know that Felix
had overheard the conversation
and he followed me back here
after I dropped them
off at the party.
He told me after that
he watched us arguing
till he couldn't
take it any more.
And he ran back to the party.
And what did she want?
Lizzie. She wanted Lizzie!
She decided to go to
Australia the next day.
And she wanted to
take Lizzie with her.
She wouldn't listen.
I just wanted her
to listen, so I...
I grabbed her.
[dramatic tones]
And the next thing I
knew she was on the floor
and she didn't move.
[door squeaks]
Felix must have found
the glasses later
and hidden them to protect me.
[Loretta] So after she'd
fallen, what happened then?
Well I phoned George.
He came over and
he took her pulse,
and he persuaded me
that we had to make it
look like an accident.
[door bangs]
Yes, yes I did.
Sandra was dead.
There was nothing to be
gained by telling the truth.
[scoffs] That wouldn't
have brought her back.
It was time to, to
think of the children,
of Lizzie and, and Felix.
Those children needed a father.
So you both decided
to fake her accident?
Well, I went to phone the
police and when I came back,
Tom had left and he'd taken
Sandra's body with him.
-George.
-And I think he was
absolutely right to do that.
-That's not what happened!
-Because sometimes
you have to put
the children first.
But she wasn't dead.
What?
That's nonsense!
No, no. I read the
pathologist's report.
The time of death was stated
at sometime after the crash.
She was still alive when
she went over that cliff.
You said she was dead.
Now Tom.
You took her pulse.
You said, "She's gone."
-Tom.
-[boot lid slams]
We dragged her to the car.
We put her in the car,
and we pushed her
over the cliff edge.
She was still alive!
[car smashes on rocks]
What does it matter anyway?
I mean, now's not the
time to lose your head.
Over that whore.
Don't call her a whore.
Well what would you
like me to call her?
She was a whore!
And you made it easy
for her, didn't you?
I mean, what did you
think we were doing
all those summer months
when you were busy
and we were left
here alone, hmm?
What'd you think?
It was your fault.
[scoffs]
And it wasn't difficult
to wear her down,
I can tell you that.
You killed Paul Elvin.
[dramatic music]
Yes.
She wouldn't stop whoring,
with that boy, that kid.
A schoolboy cricketer.
I set her up in a flat.
I paid for everything.
I found them together in my bed.
[rushing footsteps]
And she was going
to take Lizzie away.
[waves surge]
Lizzie!
Lizzie!
I have to talk to you!
Please Lizzie! The...
Oh.
Oh.
[rushing footsteps]
Where is she?
Lizzie?
[door slams]
-[engine starts]
-Lizzie!
[wheels spin on gravel]
Lizzie!
[car hums along]
[objects clatter]
Lizzie!
[tyres screech]
Lizzie! Are you all right?
[car hums along]
-[indistinct chatter]
-Are you all right?
[tyres crunch on gravel]
[engine revs]
-Get out of the road!
-Get out!
[fence splinters]
-[car roars off]
-[dramatic music]
Right, Ted, let's go.
[cars roar along]
[tyres squeal]
Hope he knows more than I do.
[tyres screech]
[engine revs]
-[tyres squeal]
-[engine roars]
Go!
[fence smashes]
[haunting music]
Lizzie's our secret, George.
Promise me that?
[wood splinters]
[engine roars]
[loud crashing]
-[indistinct chatter]
-[crunching footsteps]
Yeah, I'll have that, it's okay.
[Bridget] Loretta. The book.
[Loretta] What book?
-[waves surge]
-[gulls crying]
Well, fraud are having
fun with it now.
They had a tip off
that the Carlisle
was a brisk little number
in money laundering,
but they had to back off,
not enough of the
right sort of proof.
They needed names.
And now they've got
them in excelsis.
[Bridget] So, what'll
happen to Tom?
[Oscar] He'll probably get bail,
but in the end, who knows?
They'll take into
account the children,
his state of mind at the time,
but it really could
go either way.
You know, if it hadn't
been for Felix and Lizzie
he'd have got away with it.
Yep. All of them.
Hm.
[birds calling]
When you asked me
to dinner, Bridget,
I thought, "Oh, Cambridge,
high table, English crystal,
fine wines, erudite
conversation."
Did you?
Pass the chutney, Lo.
Not chicken korma in Camden.
Can I have another beer?
Yes.
There you go.
Natalie used to be
a wonderful cook.
I'm sure she still is a
wonderful cook somewhere.
[can opens]
Did I tell you about me
and the Carlisle Club?
Yeah.
When you asked me
to send the fax.
That was only a bit of it.
I am telling you it was
like finding yourself
in a very bad B-movie.
[laughing]
They kidnapped me.
I was kidnapped, and
then they threatened me.
-Threatened you?
-Yes.
What with?
Well, with general menace.
[laughing]
-To the cook.
-Yeah.
-Cheers.
-To Felix's
first weekend home.
[gentle music]
And Lizzie.
Hiya.
And, to the status quo.
["Don't Leave Me This
Way" by Otis Redding]
* Don't leave me this way *
* I've got no other
place to stay *
* Don't leave me
this way right now *
* I've got no other
place to stay *
* Don't leave me this way *
* I've got no other
place to stay *
* You throw my
clothes out the door *
* And it's told me you
didn't love me anymore *
* No, you throw my
clothes out the door now *
* Told me you didn't
love me anymore *
* Now don't leave me this way *
* Because I've got no
other place to stay *
* My baby, baby, baby *
* Baby right in love now *
* Baby, baby *
* Baby, right in
love, right now *