Grosse Pointe Blank (1997) - full transcript

Martin Blank is a freelance hitman who starts to develop a conscience, which causes him to muff a couple of routine assignments. On the advice of his secretary and his psychiatrist, he attends his 10th year High School reunion in Grosse Pointe, Michigan (a Detroit suburb where he's also contracted to kill someone). Hot on his tail are a couple of over-enthusiastic federal agents, another assassin who wants to kill him, and Grocer, an assassin who wants him to join an "Assassin's Union."

Just leave it!
No. I will not leave it.

What do you mean, limited skills?

I've won the casting final
three times in a row

and you call my skills limited?
How dare you?

Is that any better?

Isobel.

She hit me.

Come on, Isobel.
I'll give you a lift.

She hit me, Derrick.
Aren't you going to do something?

Ah, Troy. Spot of breakfast?

Morning, sir. Actually,
I'm about to take a statement.



A woman who wants to press charges
of assault against Isobel Hewitt.

Isobel Hewitt,
the Jaguar-owning pensioner?

The very same.

Seems there was a bit of a barny at
the Midsomer Fly Fishers last night.

I'm with you.

It wasn't as if she was provoked.
I was the one who was provoked.

Mrs Hewitt provoked you?

She told me I fished
more downstream than up.

The River Amble is a strictly
dry fly and upstream nymph.

Right. And where did this happen?

Outside The Old Fisherman.

Perhaps I should explain.

My husband, Derrick, he's club
secretary, called a special meeting.

We've been finding weighted lures in
over-hanging branches on the river.



The sort of thing you find
in gravel pits.

Anyway, he wanted to spell out
the rules,

particularly to the newcomers
like Isobel,

and make it clear

that anyone caught
using such unsporting tactics

would be ejected from the club
on the spot.

I see.

And did anyone suggest that Isobel
was responsible

for the weighted lures?

No.

Of course, it is odd that
they've only started to appear

since she joined the club

and she has caught an extraordinary
number of fish, some...

..some very big ones.

I have witnesses. Doctor Goff
was there, he'll tell you.

And I intend to press charges.

Assault? Outside a pub?

The woman was hysterical.
Someone had to do something.

What's going to happen next?

We're used to the endless speeding
fines and parking tickets,

but physical assault!

It's all over the village.

But that's not what we came round
here to discuss.

Melrose?

Yes.

The thing is, Aunt Isobel...
..We can't go on paying off
your overdraft.

You are consistently spending
more than you've got.

We're not a bottomless pit.

I'm sorry, darling, I'm
just not very good at finances.

Perhaps we could get Quentin over.

No, we will not get Quentin over.

He's got one of those
calculator things.

Hello, Quentin.
Still making a living?

Hello. Yeah, just about.
What do we owe the pleasure?

I'm moving back to the village.

Andrew's taking me to look at
a house.

Mind keeping an eye out for
a Georgian dining table, 10 seater?

I've got the very one.

Thought you might. Be in touch.

You shouldn't worry. Something
will turn up. It always does.

No, it will not.

You have to sell the car.
You have no alternative.

Is Isobel Hewitt at home?

Isobel.

I've come to say
a very belated thank-you.

Leo. Leo Bantock.

You and your husband helped me
out of a tight spot

when no-one else
would lend me a bean.

I'm afraid I'm a little hard-pressed
at the moment

if you wanted a further injection.
No! It's not that.

No, I sold the business.

Did rather well, actually,

and as I was passing
I thought I'd drop by

to tell you
your shares are worth a bit.

Not a huge amount,
probably 20 grand or so.

20?
Not a bad return on 2,000.

Not at all bad.

How sweet of you to come and tell
me. Can I give you a drink?

Actually I'm just off to look
at a house and we're late already.

I'm moving back to the village.

Lovely. We'll see you again then.

These are for you.

How gorgeous.

Rebecca, look.
Aren't they gorgeous?

You're just in time.

What are we celebrating?

Getting the ghastly Rebecca
off my back.

There couldn't be a better
reason than that.

There are some
of the VE Day celebrations.

And one or two others.

Just ignore the ones
of my sculptures,

I don't think they'll be
of any interest.

They're great. Thank you.

If you know anyone else with early
photos, that'd be absolutely...

She's going to kill someone
one of these days.

You should try Isobel Hewitt,
she'll have some photographs.

Her Triumph's at Silverstone.

Bloody hell! I knew fishermen
were mad, but...

..I suppose I'll have to get
a statement from Isobel Hewitt.

Yes, I'll come with you.

We can call in on Cully on the way.

Can you stop the car a minute, Troy?

What, here?
Just pull over.

Turn the engine off.

Don't think Isobel Hewitt'll
be at home, that's her Jaguar.

Straight six, twin cam.

Come on, sir. You can't tell that
from here.

Carry on.

She insisted on pressing charges.

Nothing I could say
would change her mind.

I've never seen my wife so wilful.

Still, bet there's a few people
won't be sorry

to see Isobel Hewitt
get her comeuppance.

Keith, the renewal for the lease
of the fishing rights is coming up.

You know what a stickler Sir Harry
is for correct form.

I hear Midsomer Fly Fishers are
still using weighted lures on river.

Old Sir Harry won't be too pleased.

I don't think Sir Harry's interested
in malicious gossip

from a sacked keeper
with a criminal record.

Easy now.

You want to try and get your wife
to stop having catfights

outside pub.

Whole village knows about that one.

Certainly won't do reputation
of fly-fishers' much good.

Ah! Leo.

Hello, Derrick.

Keith.

So it's true then, you are moving
back to the village.

Pint, please.

Yep. Sold the business.

I've been looking at the old
manor house this morning.

You must've done pretty well
for yourself.

Better at business
than he is with women.

Oh, dear! Think I hit a nerve there.

Forget I said anything.

I'm surprised you'd come up
with a comment like that, Keith,

after that business I heard about
your wife and Duncan Goff.

What business?

Dad! What a nice surprise.

Is that it?

Those are the photos I've got
so far.

Can I see?
Go ahead.

Mum's coming out later.
Good.

Gavin.

I didn't know libraries
were your thing.

I kind of got talked into it.

I'm setting up the exhibition
in the hall tomorrow.

What brings you to Malham Bridge?

Oh, you know. Run of the mill stuff.

Interviewing an old-age pensioner
for assault.

Isobel Hewitt?
You won't catch her at home.

She just roared through here
in her Jaguar.

Apparently she likes to practise
skid control at the old airfield.

What?
Is your dad ever wrong?

Keith?

What is it?

I'm going to ask you a question.

And I'll know if you lie to me.

So think very carefully
before you reply.

Woo-hoo!

Sorry, sir.

What the hell?

Can I help you?

It's alright, Quentin,
it's the rozzers.

Hello, Tom.
Have you come to arrest me?

I'm not sure yet.
Do you know Sergeant Troy?

No, we haven't met. Hello, Sergeant.

This is Quentin Roka, my friend.

How do you do?
What's this about?

I rather think it's in connection
with my alleged assault

on Margaret Seagrove last night.
Assault?

Yes, it's all complete nonsense.

The woman was hysterical.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Oh, don't worry. We have no secrets,
Quentin and I.

Should you have a solicitor?

No! Tom's not going to do anything
sneaky. Are you, Tom?

Will you join us?
I think we have spare glasses.

No, thanks.
Thank you all the same.

Of course. Of course.

So what exactly happened
outside the pub last night?

Well, you know,
it was quite extraordinary.

We've all heard the expression
foaming at the mouth

but I've never
actually witnessed it.

So you just slapped her
across the face?

Yes.

Well, we none of us wanted her
bursting a blood vessel.

Though, I can't deny

there was a little thrill
of pleasure when I made contact.

Well, you've met her.

But that wasn't the motive.

And that's what you detectives care
about, don't you?

I've got to go and see
old Charlie Fuller.

Pain killers aren't strong enough
apparently

and then there's Mrs Anscombe.

So don't bother about supper.
I'll pick up a sandwich.

Make sure you eat something, Duncan.
Don't wait up.

Do you want me to move out?

You said it was over, didn't you?

It was over three years ago.

Look, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Ruthy, I don't blame you. Not with
your delicate mental health.

Because nobody in their right mind
could've gone with that old prat.

That vain, incompetent quack.

I don't blame you.

Leo?

Of course, I'll have to make
a detailed examination

but it looks as though
the cause of death in each case

was from a blow
to the back of the head.

The stake must have been taken
from the tree-planting.

Which suggests
it wasn't premeditated.

Exactly.

Have you seen this?

Looks like his cause of death
was pretty similar.

I'm just saying.

I had my line caught in the tree.

I was looking up,
trying to pull it free.

Just fell over them.

And you didn't see them earlier
on the river?

They were further upstream.

The last time you saw them

was at the meeting
at the Old Fisherman Pub?

That's right. Well, Duncan.

I saw Isobel just yesterday morning.

I took a chap called Leo Bantock
round to her house

before going on to see a property.

Leo Bantock? Who's he?

Businessman.

He knew the Hewitts
a few years ago.

Wanted to tell Isobel
about some shares she had

that had gone up in value.
20,000 pounds.

Have you got his number?

It's in my briefcase.

He's looking at another house
tomorrow morning, the Old Mill.

Perhaps we could see him there.

Fine.

What time are you meeting?
Midday.

That would be very useful.
Thank you.

Would you excuse us?

I found him fishing
further upstream, sir.

And you are?

Derrick Seagrove. Club secretary.
What's happened here?

Seagrove?
Margaret Seagrove's husband?

Yes?

DCI Barnaby,
this is Detective Sergeant Troy.

Mrs Hewitt and Dr Goff are dead.

Oh, my God.

I saw them both fishing just -
what? -

an hour and a half ago
100 yards upstream.

That would have been 10 o'clock?

Yes, I suppose it was. Yes.

Was it murder?

No question.

Did you see anyone else fishing
on the river this morning?

No. Just the four of us.

You didn't see anyone?

No.

Not today.

Look, I don't know if it's relevant,

but we've had trouble
with poachers of late.

I saw one a couple of weeks ago
across the meadows.

Camouflage gear. Did a runner.

What we've got to do first

is establish whether
they were murdered together

and for the same reason,

or whether one of them
happened upon the murder scene

and was killed to protect
the identity of the killer.

In which case we need to know
which of the victims was the target.

There's no way they could have
had a thing going?

I know they were getting on but you
never know with these wrinklies.

Maybe Quentin got jealous.
Decided to do them in.

He's weird that bloke.

Is there any family who could
come and be here with you?

Mrs Goff?

There's my daughter in Causton.

How am I going to tell them?

Oh, Duncan. Issie.

How well did you know Mrs Hewitt?

We were at school together.

Isobel Hewitt and Doctor Goff,
dead as dead.

Why would anyone want to kill them?

With Isobel, who knows?

But Doctor Goff - probably
one jealous husband too many.

Derrick? What is it?

Do you feel up to answering
a few questions, Mr Plunkett?

Go ahead.

I have to ask you this.

Who benefits from your aunt's will?

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just...

My Aunt Isobel had nothing to leave.

When Kenneth died a few years ago,
her husband,

we discovered he'd had a little
trouble with the stock market.

There was nothing.

We helped out by buying the house
and contents

on the understanding
that she could stay there

for the rest of her natural life.

It gave her a bit of capital.

It was all above board -

solicitors, a written contract.
What happened to the capital?

I wanted her to buy an annuity
but she wouldn't have it.

She spent it. All of it.

We've been bailing her out
for the last year.

And the 20,000 in shares?

You heard about that.

Well, it means she dies solvent.

But only just.

A big chunk of that money will be
going on settling bills.

Isobel had no comprehension
of economy.

As you can see we don't exactly
live like lords.

It severely stretched us,
letting her live in that house,

and we've had to scrimp to get by.

Isobel, of course, continued
to live the high life.

It wasn't quite like that.

I'm sorry, it was.

I know she's family
and you have to be loyal

but the truth is, Isobel
was a very manipulative woman.

Men ran around after her
and she did nothing in return.

Which men ran around after her?
My husband for one.

And Quentin Roka for another.

Her antique dealer playmate.

God knows what was going on there.

Quentin runs the antique shop
near Isobel's.

He often helps her out...

..Wheedling his way
into her confidence.

With the finances.

Quentin paid the odd bill for her
at the Post Office. That is all.

Out of the goodness of his heart.
Yes. I think it probably was.

Anyway, to answer your question,

I am the person who will benefit
financially from Isobel's death

in that I now have possession
of my assets.

The Plunketts have
the strongest motive.

The house, the land, it's going
to be worth a million or two.

In the hands of a builder...

But if they'd planned it,

they'd have known
they'd be top of the list.

I'm more interested in the windfall.

The 20,000 coming just the day
before the murder

seems a bit more than a coincidence
that, doesn't it?

Whatever. Quentin Roka's
got to be worth a look.

I thought you should know.

I'm sorry.

Something terrible's happened.

Duncan and Isobel
have been murdered.

Andrew Turner found their bodies
by the river.

When did it happen?

Between 10:00 and 11:00
this morning.

Thank God for that.

You were here with me.

Am I a suspect?

We have no particular suspects
at this stage

but where were you between 10:00
and 11:00 this morning?

I was doing housework.

And you were here all morning?

This is because of me and Isobel
falling out, isn't it?

That's why you're talking to me.

We're talking to everyone,
Mrs Seagrove.

Can you tell us what you know
about Doctor Goff?

Did he have any enemies at the club
that you were aware of?

Not really. I'd say
he was generally liked.

And Isobel?
Did she have any enemies?

Besides me, you mean?

I did not kill her. Or Doctor Goff.

I may have disliked Isobel
but I could never murder her.

My condolences about Isobel.

I suppose as her closest relative,

Melrose'll be getting the house.

Perhaps you'll be moving in?

We already own the house,
and have done for years.

Isobel didn't have a bean.

And it could be a confrontation
with a poacher

that got out of hand.

There's Margaret Seagrove
who fell out with Isobel.

And we haven't even got to
Quentin Roka,

her gay antiques dealer toy boy.

Wait, could we keep a bit of an open
mind on this one?

The village has lost
quite a character in Isobel.

And what about the doctor?
Was he well liked?

I suppose so. Poor wife.
She was obviously devastated.

It's the bereaved partners
that really get to you.

There's something about elderly
people being bereaved

when they've been in love
for a lifetime.

Suddenly all alone.

You've not heard about his
womanising then? Doctor Goff?

Serial apparently.

The night before the murders
he was seen climbing a ladder

to an upstairs window of his
house at 1:00 in the morning.

Word is, his wife locked him out.

I'll give you 6.50.

You'll give me
the full asking price.

In fact, no! I won't accept it.

I'm putting an embargo on all
ill-dressed, bad-mannered people.

My furniture deserves more.
Don't come back!

Bloody right I won't come back.

Thank you.

They can get to you after a while.

To be honest, it's a bit hard
to come to terms with.

Have you managed to make
any sense of it yet?

I'd like to ask you some questions,
if I may.

When did you last see Mrs Hewitt?

It was just before
she went fishing.

I went round for breakfast.

I live above the shop here
and I often go to...

..used to go to Isobel's
for breakfast.

I'd pick up milk and a paper on the
way. It was a bit of a routine.

Do you have any idea who might have
killed Mrs Hewitt or Doctor Goff?

Have you spoken to Isobel's nephew
and that ghastly wife of his?

We've spoken to the Plunketts, yes.

Then you know all about the
arrangements with Isobel's house?

We know the Plunketts own it.

The whole thing was a disgrace.

They didn't mention
how much they paid for it?

No. Well, I suppose they wouldn't.

It was just after Isobel's husband,
Kenneth, died.

Isobel was out of her mind
with grief

and they persuaded her she had
to sell to them.

Rushed it through,
paid virtually nothing for it.

The furniture was worth twice
what they paid.

They were letting her live there
until she died.

But at the time that didn't
look as though it'd be very long.

I'd say they were after
a quick return.

Was she unwell at the time?

She'd lost the will to live.

She was fading away in front of
our eyes. And then the pneumonia.

Duncan thought it was just
a matter of days.

What happened?

I suggested a spin in the Jaguar.

That's all it was.

Frankly, I saw it more as a farewell
to the other great love of her life,

besides Kenneth.

It was the first time
I'd driven the thing.

We'd just got up to the wood
by Malham Cross and she...

..she said I was driving
like an Edwardian governess

and she'd take over. And she did.

And that was it?

Pretty much.

Duncan persuaded her to take up
fly fishing again

she hadn't done it since
she was a girl. She loved it.

She got fitter, stronger.

The sparkle returned.

She could have gone on for years.

But somehow I don't think
the Plunketts approved

of her new lease of life.

Were you due to get anything
in the will?

I doubt it.

Isobel scarcely had two beans
to rub together.

We have to ask you this.

Where was I yesterday morning
between 10:00 and 11:00?

Well, I was here,

apart from a 10-minute walk
to the shop.

A little after 10:00, I would think.
They'd remember.

Inspector, there was a lot
of resentment in this village

towards Isobel.

I think she reminded them
of everything they were not.

And they didn't like it very much.

Thanks for your time.
Goodbye.

He should be here shortly.

He's obviously worth a few bob,
this Leo Bantock.

Oh, I think so.

Now, what's all this about?

I'm waiting.

He's the murderer.

You're pathetic. She chose me,
not you. That's what this is about.

Troy! Just walk him away.
Right you. Come on.

Leo, are you alright?

You're Leo Bantock, are you?

What of it?

Right. Who's that fellow, the one
you accused of being a murderer?

Keith Scholey,
the local restaurateur.

I'm sorry.

What made you believe
he's the murderer?

So stupid.

I told him his wife had
had an affair with Doctor Goff.

And you believe he killed
Doctor Goff in revenge?

I told him the day before
the murders.

A bit of a coincidence,
don't you think?

And what did he mean when he said
"she" chose him and not you?

It's got nothing to do with it.

I used to go out with Ruth,
the woman he married.

But that was years ago.
It's nothing to do with this.

OK. Where can I find you?

I'm staying at the pub.

Right. And please stay away
from Mr Scholey. Alright?

He says he was nowhere near the
river at the time of the murders.

I was in the restaurant with my
wife and she can back me up.

Did you confront your wife about
the affair Leo Bantock said

she'd had with Doctor Goff?

She said it was over years ago.
And I believe her.

Did you confront Doctor Goff
about it?

I went round to his house
but he wasn't in. I told his wife.

You told his wife? And how
did Mrs Goff react to it?

She was upset.
Which is what you wanted.

Yes, I was with Keith.

When did you arrive at the
restaurant and when did you leave?

I got there at 10:00
and helped in the kitchen.

We did lunch. And I suppose I left
about 3:00. Keith stayed on.

Right. The affair you had
with Doctor Goff.

Oh, please.

It ended three years ago.
It was never serious.

Duncan was...

..just a very nice man.

And it was a mistake.

What about your relationship
with Leo Bantock?

That has...

That happened years ago
before I even married Keith.

It's got nothing to do with this.

Your husband seems to think

Leo resents the fact you
married Keith and not him.

It all happened a lifetime ago.

We'll have to sell all this.

Well, I've got no use for it.

And put the house on the market.

Straight after the funeral.

We're going to have to think about
the arrangements.

Drinks after the service.

Nobody'll expect more than a glass.

A crate of wine, no more.

Case.

What?

It's a case of wine,
a crate of beer.

Whatever. She'll get 12 bottles
and be grateful.

Family only. That's final.

Mum, don't you think some
of Dad's old friends and patients

would like to come,
pay their respects?

I will not have a procession of his
old flames filing past the grave.

I will not.

Good afternoon, I'm DCI Barnaby,
this is DS Troy.

Are you Mrs Goff's daughter?
Yes.

Is your mother at home?
Yes. Come in.

Thank you.

Mum, it's the police.

Is this a bad time?

No, not at all.

I'd like to speak to your mother
alone, please, if I may.

Thank you.

Mrs Goff, we've learned that
Mr Keith Scholey came round here

to speak to you on the night
before your husband's murder.

What he told me was no surprise.

Oh, you knew about the affair?

Not that one specifically.

But my husband had always
had something of a wandering eye

and I tolerated it.

We've also learned
that later on that same night,

your husband was seen
climbing into the house

through an upstairs window.

He'd forgotten his keys.

He didn't want to wake me.

If you think I locked him out,
I didn't.

Mrs Goff, I couldn't help noticing
the Vegetarian Society magazine.

Are you a member?
Yes. Why?

Just curious.

I know your husband was a keen
fisherman and did a bit of shooting.

We had a live and let live
household.

You didn't eat the trout he caught,
then?

Fish may not be the cleverest
of God's creatures,

but I think to class them
as vegetables is a little unkind.

How goes it?

What do you think?

It's looking good.

There's one major gap
I haven't filled yet.

Isobel Hewitt's obituary.
Quite a woman.

Demon racer, society hostess.

Apparently there's a collection
of photos at the house.

Pity if we couldn't include some.
Ask Melrose, he'll help you out.

Oh! I nearly forgot.

I heard something else
about Doctor Goff today.

Keith Scholey's mother died
of cancer last year.

Apparently Keith blamed him,

said his mother would've survived
if he'd diagnosed it sooner.

He made official complaints
and they came to nothing.

Keith said it was a cover up.

Derrick.
You coming to the pub?

Derrick! You coming to the pub?

I don't know why you're being
so ridiculous about all this.

After everything Isobel did.
The way she behaved.

Who are these people?

Bit of a turn out, then.

Isn't that that politician?

Yes, disgraced former minister.
With mistress.

That one's an actress, isn't she?
What's her name?

I don't know.

Poor old Quentin.

Did you find anything on him?

It seems he's managed to keep
his record clean, sir.

Yes, It was a lovely service,
wasn't it?

Thanks very much.

Would you excuse me a moment?

May I offer
my sincerest condolences.

Peregrine Slade.

We thought we'd keep
the service simple.

Hadn't really planned on
this many people.

Yes, Yes. I can see.

Would it be terribly forward of me
to contribute a little something

to Isobel's sending off?

I have some bottles
of her favourite bubbly in the car.

Fine.

And I brought Hastings with me,
he's very keen to help out.

Aren't you, Hastings?

Right.
Good.

Try the kitchen, Hastings,
it's straight through the back.

Sandy, old chap, give us a hand,
would you?

Awfully good of you.

Dixie. I was so sorry to hear.

Beatrice.

You must be devastated.

Sounds like a bit of a party, sir.

Have you heard she didn't even
own her own house?

No.
Not even a stick of furniture.

And all those airs and graces.

Oh, that's good. You local?

Chelsea. I had to come. I wouldn't
be here if it wasn't for Issie.

Really?
Yeah.

Back in the '60s
she was my best customer.

Went through a bad patch,
cash flow, Issie kept me going.

She upped her regular order of
lobsters to keep me in business.

Great lady. Loved her oysters.

This is just so Isobel.

Thank you. Please. Thank you.

Your lordships, ladies and
gentlemen, honourable members,

and not such honourable members.

Sorry, John. It's a very sad day
for us all.

We're going to miss dear Isobel
rather badly.

It's certainly my regret

that I didn't see more of her
during the last few years.

I remember telling her how
moving out into the country

amongst all the inbreds
and hayseeds,

how she'd lose touch
with her city mates.

And indeed I was proved right.

But we can see today how her old
friends did not forget Isobel.

She may have come to somewhat
of a sticky end

but it should not stop us from
celebrating a well-lived life.

One that I think few of us
could hope to match.

To Issie and her talent for life.

To Issie.

I'm so sorry.

Now you know why Bertie
was such a bargain.

I'm sure it's only something minor.

You mean nothing fell off this time.

Thanks, Mum. I really do
appreciate this. You're a lifesaver.

The man from the garage said
he'd be at least two hours

and I've got to get these up.

Have you got enough for a good show,
do you think?

I hope so.
Still got a few more promised.

People have been coming
for the gossip as much as anything.

About the murders?

Loads of theories,
most of them ridiculous.

I'm sure Tom will sort it all out.
With Gavin's help.

Surprised to see you here! I suggest
you leave as quickly as possible.

I think perhaps we should circulate.

You decided to come.

Derrick, I found another
weighted lure.

This time in the three willows
stretch.

You've been at the river?

Isn't that where you were last night

when you thought
someone was watching you?
Yes.

And didn't you fish that stretch
last thing?

I'm sorry, I'm not quite with you.

What if someone is deliberately
planting weighted lures

to make the Midsomer Fly Fishers
look like

a bunch of unsporting
gravel-pitters?

Someone who resents being sacked?

Someone who's hoping Sir Harry
will spot the lures

when he walks the river?

Good God!

Oh, look! So sweet!

Don't children look lovely
in those huge bonnets?

And so serious.

With good reason.
They're in the workhouse.

Many of them will never reach
adulthood.

Well, this one looks cheery.

What are they celebrating?

The end of the First World War.

Do you know Malham Bridge
lost 15 men?

Three from one family alone.

Mrs Cooper gave me this one.

She said she still remembers
her grandmother weeping

the day that would have been
her brother's birthday.

Darling, are you sure
this isn't getting to you?

What?
It's other people's stories,
not yours.

You mustn't let it affect you
too much.

That's exactly what you say to Dad.

And you are just like him.

It's James Tapsell. Got to be.

He wants us to lose the lease
out of sheer spite.

Now I'm walking the river with
Sir Harry the day after tomorrow

so we'll have to keep
a round the clock watch.

Catch Tapsell at it.
Can I count on you?

I think it more likely
Isobel was the target.

When did you last see Isobel?

I spoke to her by phone the night
before she was killed.

She'd just had the most terrible row
with a mutual friend.

And if you want to hear who,
Chief Inspector,

you'll have to refill
my glass.

You'd been partners in the antique
shop a while, then?

Taught him everything he knows.

He was running a bistro
when I first met him.

I had an antique stall,
Portobello Road. Seven years.

He was obviously very close
to Isobel.

Can we have a refill here, please?

It was Dixie.

She'd just found out Duncan had been
carrying on with some local woman.

And Isobel, never very big on tact,
told her a few home truths.

But Dixie knew about
her husband's affairs, didn't she?

Apparently not.

I wouldn't read too much
into it, though.

They often had flare ups.

It went back a long way.

Isobel went off travelling
around the world

with her glamorous diplomat husband

while Dixie stayed in the village
sculpting labradors

and being a doctor's wife.

Did she resent it?

Isobel could be quite mischievous.

She liked to tease Dixie.

Anything from her Morris Minor
to her vegetarianism.

Dixie has never had any sense
of humour about animal welfare.

She used to fall out
with Duncan about it.

Excuse me.
Of course.

It's Beatrice, isn't it?

Isobel told me all about you.
I'm Quentin.

Oh-h-h-h! You're the poodle!

Of course,
Isobel loved poodles.

Anyway, it's lovely to meet you.

I know you did so much for her.
Excuse me.

Sir.

I've just been hearing
one or two things about Quentin.

It seems Quentin
made a bit of a habit

of befriending elderly ladies.

I've just been talking
to his old partner, Steve.

When Steve first met him,

Quentin had just inherited several
thousand pounds from a woman,

a customer at his bistro
in Notting Hill.

How did she die?
I'll check.

The point is, Steve reckons Quentin
was expecting to make a few bob

from Isobel. Had his eye
on the furniture.

You shouldn't listen
to a word that little rat says.

Steve was poison.

He'd been creaming off profits
from the shop

and that's why Quentin
had to get rid of him.

The truth is,
Quentin saved Isobel's life.

When Kenneth died Isobel completely
lost the will to live.

I was her oldest friend
but I could do nothing.

But then Quentin nursed her
when she had pneumonia.

He cheered her up.
He made her laugh.

Without him I think
she would have just faded away.

No. Quentin was very kind to Isobel.

Is that Isobel?

Yes.

With Kenneth.

And that was me,
believe it or not.

Mrs Goff, I'm very glad
to have found you here.

I wanted to ask you about
the argument you had with Isobel

the night before she was killed.

How did you find out about that?

You did have an argument with Isobel
that night, didn't you?

I'm afraid

I was not entirely truthful

when I told you that I'd always
known about Duncan's affairs.

It's not true!

Just thought you should know.

Liar!

I wanted to see if Isobel knew
anything.

I know Duncan. He would never
do such a thing.

You don't think it's possible,
do you?

I'm sorry.

You're saying you had no idea
about Duncan's affairs?

Affairs? How many affairs?

Oh God.

I'm sorry.

I just assumed you knew.

We all did.

Are you saying I've been an object
of public ridicule and pity

for my entire married life?

Well, darling, if you will marry
a man 10 years your junior,

I mean, really, I don't know
what you expected.

You have affairs with younger men.
You don't marry them.

But we did marry.

For love.

At least I thought we had.

Hello.

Is it true you're moving back
to the village?

I was intending to.

I'm not sure it's the right thing
to do any more.

All this has shown there's
a lot of history here.

I thought I could leave it
in the past and move on.

Now I'm beginning to think
maybe I should stay in London.

Not that I want to.

There's nothing for me there.

Don't stay in London.

I'd prefer it
if you didn't talk to my wife.

You're lucky I don't do you
for assault. And slander.

I still think you did it.
Watch your mouth.

If you two are going to start
hitting each other,

could you do it outside?

My good lady wife backs up my alibi.
Didn't they tell you?

What, you bullied her
into lying for you?
You be careful.

If you two can't be civil under the
same roof, one of you should leave.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Not Keith Scholey's biggest fan,
is he?

You just missed a bit of a scene
there, Chief Inspector.

And you can get the chairs?
Oh, yes.

Still moving back then?

Have you seen they've already put
the For Sale sign outside Isobel's?

Well, why hang about?

It's what they've been
waiting for.

Are you thinking of saving
the place from the developers?

Leo, what did you mean yesterday
when you said

Keith had bullied Ruth
into lying for him?

Oh, I was just being
bloody minded.

It's just that I couldn't accept
Keith wasn't involved.

But what did you mean exactly?

It was just...

..Well, Ruth had apparently said she
was with Keith in the restaurant

at the time of the murders.

It's his alibi.
In the restaurant?

That's right. Why?

Nothing.

Anyway, I better go.

Troy, the old lady that Quentin
inherited the money from

died of cancer.
I still think he's dodgy.

I spoke to the Home Beat Officer
at Notting Hill myself.

He remembered Quentin Roka,
says he's straight as a die.

Good morning.

What can I do for you?

Few more questions,
I'm afraid, Mr Roka.

Fire away.
When you lived in Notting Hill,

we understand you inherited
a substantial amount

from an elderly woman you had
befriended, a Mrs Glendenning.

Is that right?

I can guess where you got this from.
Is it true?

What are you suggesting?
Just answer the question please.

Yes, she left me some money.
I liked the woman.

We'd been friends for some time
before she became ill.

It was cancer. Not easy to fake.
We know how she died.

You think I was tempted to speed up
the process in Isobel's case.

Is that it?

If I was going to befriend
elderly women for their money,

don't you think I could have picked
someone better off than Isobel?

Are you still on for tonight?

I'll pick you up at 9:00.

Gwen?

Do you remember on the day
of the murders, mid-morning,

seeing me at the village shop?

Yes.
Do you remember what time it was?

About 10:15.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Sorry. That was all. Thank you.

What do you think you're...

Well, that was very stupid,
wasn't it?

A double murder a few days ago

and you go down there
in dead of night.

I'm sure it was James Tapsell.
Our old gamekeeper.

We had to sack him when he sold
some trout he'd taken from the river

to a fishmonger in Causton.

And now he's trying to turn Sir
Harry against us out of spite.

But it was him. I'm sure of it.

It may or may not have been
James Tapsell

who was at the river last night.

If it was, you were lucky to get
away with grazes and a bloody nose.

Well, exactly. He can be violent.

What if Isobel and Duncan
had surprised him on the river?

James Tapsell is one person who does
have a solid alibi for the murders.

He was working in the cellar of
the Old Fisherman with the landlord

all that morning.

Yes, well. I don't know about that.

But the thing is,
I caught him a good'n.

So whoever it was,

I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't
have a black eye this morning.

Mr Roka.

Thank you for coming in.

I didn't mention

when I told you I'd gone up to
the shop the morning of the murders

I'd knocked on the door
of Keith's restaurant on the way.

Keith asked me to look out for
some paintings

and I wanted to tell him
about ones I'd found.

Anyway, the thing is,
there was no reply.

You didn't think this worth
mentioning before?

There was no one there so I didn't
think it contributed to any alibi.

I just didn't think it was relevant.

You think it's relevant now?

Well, now that I know
that Keith Scholey said

he had been there at the time,
10:15.

Look, I don't know if any of this
is of any importance,

I just thought
I better tell you.

I'm not sure where he is.
Is it important?

It could be. When did you last see
your husband?

Last night. He stayed out.

Does he often stay out at night?

I think he was making a point.

We'd had a bit of a row.

He sometimes sleeps on the sofa
in the restaurant office

if we've had words.

That's Scholey's car, isn't it?

Mr Scholey? Hello?

Bloody hell.

30 quid for half a lobster.

The mussels aren't bad - a fiver.

Mr Scholey?

In the middle of cutting up
the vegetables, he stops.

For some reason.

There's no obvious cause of death.

It's probably asphyxiation or
exposure to the cold of the fridge.

Yeah. Soon as you can. Thanks.

So someone deliberately shut him in.

What I don't understand is why he
didn't open it from the inside.

Standard safety features
on these walk-in fridges.

Look.

It's rock solid there.

Look.

It's been wedged with a nail.

Poor sod.

Thought he'd try calling for help
and dropped his phone.

Why didn't the murderer just close
the door and put the padlock on?

Why bother wedging the bolt?

If you'd wedged the safety bolt
beforehand,

then once the door was shut

it would be effectively
locked from the inside.

Whereas if you had to put
the padlock on,

it could have taken vital seconds,

in which time poor old Keith
could've pushed the door open.

The murderer wouldn't have wanted
Keith to know their identity.

He could've written the name
on the wall inside.

Smeared it with something perhaps.

We'll get SOCO to check that.

So whoever it was

would've waited outside the kitchen,

heard Keith open the fridge door,
run in,

swung it shut,
and that would've been it.

Apart from turning the light out.

Scholey wouldn't have gone in
with the light off.

A nasty touch, that, wasn't it?

Not enough he should die,
had to be in the dark.

I'm sorry.

As far as I knew the door was fine.

You've no idea when or how
the bolt was jammed?

No. No.

Have you got the phone?

Does this belong to the restaurant?

Yeah. Why?

Where did you find it?
In the fridge.

You seem surprised.
No.

No, it's just...

..it's normally kept over there
by the cash till.

When you spoke to us earlier,

you said that you'd had a row
with Keith.

It was just...Nothing really.

It was nothing.

Mrs Scholey, your husband's
been murdered.

You had a row with him
a short time before.

You've got to tell us exactly
what the argument was about.

He said I was being disloyal.

But I wasn't, I wasn't.

I was thinking about both of us.

You see, I wasn't sure
about the timings of the alibi.

Keith said I joined him
at the restaurant at about 10:00.

And, well, I thought
it could have been a bit later.

How much later?

Well, anything up to half an hour.

But I'm not sure.

I'm not saying I thought
he was the murderer.

I didn't think that for a moment.

I was concerned that someone
might have seen me

coming into the restaurant. Later.

And it looking as though I'd lied
about the timing. That's all it was.

I thought I'd better drop these off.

Duncan left them at the club house.

It's Keith Scholey.
He's been murdered.

Thank you for your help,
Mrs Scholey.

I understand how hard it can be.

Leo Bantock appears again.

Excuse me!

Oh, great.

Can you deal with him?

I want to have another look
at this fridge.

Oh, thanks.

Sergeant...

Ruth!

I'm so sorry.

I don't feel anything.

Ruth?

I made the wrong choice,
marrying Keith.

Why did we break up?

It's all a mess now.

If I can do anything.

I'm glad you're here, Leo.

Just give me some time. Please?

There he is.

I told you.

Can I have a word please, James.

We're satisfied you have
a solid alibi for the murders.

Between you and me,

I'm not too interested in doing you
for assault.

But we could waste
a lot of valuable time

trying to track down the person
who's been lurking around the river.

If you tell me, off the record,
you were at the river last night,

you'd save us a lot of time.

I don't think you should be
looking for anyone else.

OK. Thank you.

Tapsell's our man in the camo gear.

But it's all to do with
fishing club stuff.

I double-checked his alibi
for the murders

and the landlord's wife
backed him up.

How we doing here?

We have a dead chief suspect.

We know that Keith Scholey had
two very solid motives

for killing Doctor Goff.

And he'd persuaded his wife
to give him an alibi

which she says was false.

So it looks as though
he wasn't where he said he was

at the time of the murders.
Enough there to charge him.

But if you're going to kill someone
in a kitchen full of sharp knives,

why go to the trouble of wedging
the safety mechanism

of a walk-in fridge?

Why not just stab him?

Think, Troy. Think.

Why the walk-in fridge?

Do you think the phone
is significant?

How?

Ruth Scholey was surprised
we found it in the fridge.

She said he normally left it
by the till.

Let me try something.

Got a signal. Could you swing
the door to, sir?

There was no signal.

And now there is again.

The phone signals are being blocked
by the door.

Well, there's lead in the door. So?

Maybe that's it.

What if?

Hang on.

What if Keith Scholey
was the murderer

and he knew we were on to him?

And he was getting nervous
because his wife was suspicious

which we know she was because
that's what the row was about.

And he wanted to do something
to throw us off the scent.

He set up a faked attempt
on his own life.

But he cocked it up.

Keith wanted to make it look
as if the murderer had tried

to lock him in the fridge.

That's why he jammed
the safety bolt.

He couldn't do it any other way.

He couldn't put the padlock
on from the inside.

I think he planned to save himself
by phoning for help.

From inside.

He did a trial run with the door
open and got a dial tone,

but what he didn't realise
was that when the door was closed

there'd be no reception

because of the lead in the door.

Yeah, but surely he'd have tested
the phone with the door shut

if his life depended on it.

Maybe it didn't occur to him.

Well, he'd have to be very stupid
not to double check that.

There's nothing says murderers
have to be members of MENSA, sir.

Well, there is a certain
surreal logic to that, yeah.

So you think it's possible?

Yes. I do.

We just have to get the reports
from forensics and pathology

but it looks like
it could be case closed.

Fantastic. Well done, Gavin.

I'd like to have been
a fly on the wall

when he realised he wasn't
getting a signal on his phone.

Must have felt a bit of a twit.

Poor man. In a walk-in fridge.

He was a murderer, Mum.
Still.

Right. Same again everyone? Troy?

No more for me. I'm driving.

I'll drive. Come on. You deserve it.
A good day's work.

Thank you, sir.
And in the dark as well.

So Isobel Hewitt died

just because she was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

That's right.
Just after her windfall, too.

Have you heard she didn't
even own her own house?

Not even a stick of furniture.

And all those airs and graces.

Wheedling his way into her
confidence with the finances.

Quentin paid the odd bill for her at
the Post Office. That is all.

Same again?

Same again?
Yeah. Yes, please. Thank you.

Mrs Scholey?

It's Tom Barnaby. Yes.

You know you told us

you were unsure about the
reliability of your husband's alibi,

did you mention your concern
to anyone else?

You see, it was the phone,
that was the clincher.

Your guv'nor's nipped out.
Asked me to bring these over.

Said he'd see you at the exhibition.
Thank you.

Mrs Plunkett!

Is your husband about?

He's in the sitting room.
Thank you.

Front door's open.

May I come in?

Yes. Of course.

I was hoping you'd be here.

Quentin's giving me a hand with
the furniture. Valuing and so on.

Do you know where
Isobel's share certificate is?

I think so.

Can you show me?
Yes.

That's odd. The key's usually...

Oh.

She must've forgotten
to put it back.

This is the share certificate?
Yup.

Can I have a look at those, please?

Is this the formal agreement
between yourself and Isobel

for the transfer of the ownership
to you of the house and furniture?

Yes, it is.
Melrose! The Jaguar man's here.

I'm sorry. Would you excuse me
a moment?

Yes, of course.
Oh, there's one thing.

Your agreement with Isobel
about the house

was that common knowledge
in the village?

Not as far as I know.

She was a proud woman.

She asked us not to mention it.

Thank you.

Oh, don't worry, there are
no secrets between Quentin and me.

I've finished upstairs. I think you
ought to have a look at...

Mr Barnaby!

Have you seen Melrose?

You jammed the safety mechanism

so that it wasn't noticeable
from the outside

and then you just picked
your moment.

I'm sorry?

You ran a bistro in London, Quentin.

You'd know all about
walk-in fridges and lead linings.

As you shut the door,

you threw the phone in
but you made a mistake.

You shouldn't have switched
the light off in the fridge.

Keith wouldn't want
to dial a number in the dark.

Not if his life depended on it.

You're saying I murdered
Keith Scholey?

Yes.

I've just spoken to Ruth.

She told me how she explained to you
in the garden at Isobel's

that she was worried about the
timings on her husband's alibi.

Do you remember that?

Yes, you suggested she think about
it for a day or two

before telling us.

So? What's that mean?

You know, for a moment I thought
you killed Keith out of revenge

because you thought he'd killed
Isobel and Duncan

but then I realized,
it wasn't revenge.

Keith was just a decoy.

We were getting
a bit too close for comfort,

asking questions about your past.

And you thought the best way
to get us off your back

was to convince us that someone
else murdered Isobel and Duncan.

And the likeliest suspect

was Keith with his iffy alibi
and solid motives.

But he could always deny it.

And that might cause us
to doubt -

better if he were dead.

He couldn't deny anything then,
could he?

And why not make it look

as if Keith was trying to fake
his own murder

and accidentally killed himself?
That's even better.

It must have been quite a shock

when you discovered the house sale
agreement in the desk

and that Isobel was penniless.

What had she promised you?

The furniture? House?

Everything?

And after all you'd done for her.

I explained to you.

I knew about the sale of the house.
No, you didn't.

Not until you found this.

Right, I'm calling my solicitor.

How did it happen, Quentin?

Isobel asked if you could find
the share certificate for her?

Yes?

Probably just before she set off
fishing that morning.

You stumbled across the agreement
as you were searching.

The two documents
next to each other.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Yes, you do.
No, I don't.
You're lying.

I have never seen that agreement.

You quite sure?
Yes, I'm absolutely...

Well, maybe I did.

Actually, yes,
she did show it to me.

Of course, she did. Just after
she'd signed it. That's right.

You just realized we'll find
your fingerprints all over it.

That's it, isn't it?

You're getting me confused.

You loved her, didn't you?

I don't believe you cared
about the money.

That's not why you killed her.

And it wasn't because
she conned you

and not because she didn't love you.

It was the casual assumption you
were someone who could be bought.

When you thought

what was between you and Isobel
was something beautiful.

I think you loved her

more than you've ever loved
anything or anyone.

But when you saw this document

you realised just how
fundamentally unimportant

you were and always had been
to Isobel.

You can't prove any of this.

A 75-year-old woman.

She was extraordinary.

Like a bright jewel.

And I'll never see her again.

I thought that knowing Isobel

was the most wonderful thing
that had ever happened to me.

She made me...

..She brought out the best in me.

What happened?

Oh, please, Quentin,
don't be so tedious.

For God's sake,
pull yourself together.

You thought I was here
for what I could get out of it?

Is that what you thought of me?
Of us?

No, I'm not putting up
with these tantrums.

You really can be very boring.

I couldn't bear it.

I just wanted to talk to her.

But then.

She killed the fish.

Ahhh!

And there she was.

All that life, suddenly gone.

And Duncan?

He must have heard something.

My God!

What have you done?

Yes, I loved Isobel.

The nephew was only too pleased
to lend them.

Bit of a memorial, I suppose.

I'll see you down there.

What's happening, sir?
There's been a development.

Quentin Roka was our man after all.

What?
He's just confessed to the murders.

All three?
All three.

It seems your first hunch
was the right one.

You see, it suddenly occurred to me

that if Gwen Dobson,
the local gossip,

didn't know about
Melrose owning Isobel's house,

then it was possible
no one else did either.

Maybe not even Quentin.
It's a long story.

Of course, I couldn't have got there
without Troy

working out the business with
the fridge. Good work.

You thought it was Quentin
from the word go.

See the lesson in all this?
Always follow your first instincts.

I'll get the car, shall I?
Yep.

I'll have to catch the exhibition
some other time, alright?
OK, Dad.

Hang on, Troy. I'm coming with you.