Harry Wild (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - A Corpse In My Soup - full transcript

Perhaps you should slow down?

Fish piss in water, Graham.

So, Lucy, this is
your first time here?

Sadly, stuffy dinner
parties are part of the job.

Though winding up the
Cavendishes is the most fun

to be had with your clothes on.

Where is Melissa anyway?

I've been honing my
barbed comments all week.

Don't worry, Beryl.

You're not at work now.

You can tell Melissa to
bog off if she annoys you.



I'm not sure I can.

I don't think I've ever
told anyone to bog off.

Well, don't worry, I have,

and I'm only too happy to tell
Melissa what is on my mind.

Jesus, Harry, that hobby horse?

What's this?

Cavendish is trying to cut
the scholarship program.

It's his wife's idea, of course.

Ah, Harry, you came.

And there was me
under the impression

you hadn't been invited,

not being a part of
the faculty anymore.

Clearly an oversight, Lawrence.

I just wanted to spare
you the embarrassment.



How thoughtful.

And, Graham, you
brought your secretary.

My partner, Cavendish.

Of course.

Aren't you two brave.

So, where is Melissa?

She and I have so
much to talk about.

The latest fashion, where
she gets her nails done,

why we can't shoot
peasants just for fun.

Melissa is unwell, actually.

Oh, so she won't be joining us?

I'm afraid not.

We're all hearing
great things about Lucy

in your old department, Harry.

It really needed a shake-up.

Well, I'm a big fan of
the old guard moving on.

I think they should
make it obligatory.

I suppose, if you find your
old age an impediment, Harry.

Enjoy your meal.

There's nothing too chewy.

Poor Beryl, she's
so uncomfortable.

What? Sorry, Harry.

I was just thinking about
what he said in there.

To tell you the truth,

I've never lectured on such
a well designed course.

Oh, you don't need
to flatter me.

I've seen your file.

You got the job
for a good reason.

Christ, look at this.

Have you every seen
anything that screams

"I've a tiny penis"
more than that?

It's new. It was probably that

or a two-seater Porsche.

Christ, you were right.

These dinners are painful.

Why do you still come?

Mischief, Lucy.

I'm a thorn in the side
of the likes of Cavendish,

and long may it last.

Hm.

I highly recommend it.

Getting up when I want
to, doing what I want to.

Haven't you always?

You are very funny
when I'm drunk.

I suppose it helps you
have your little hobby.

Like old Miss Marple.

No, no, it is fun.

I get to find out everyone's
nasty little secrets.

Sticking your nose in.

So, what is wrong
with Melissa really?

No, don't tell me.

She finally realized
she hasn't got a pulse?

Tell me, Harry, did you
ever solve the mystery

of the missing manners?

It's right up there with
the mystery of people

who are promoted to the
level of incompetence.

Don't you want to go
and check on your wife?

Or are you too busy checking
on your housekeeper?

No, wait a minute. I
think I should go up there

and tell her that she
should come down here

and keep an eye on you.

Melissa isn't here.

You just said that she was ill.

That's none of your business.

You need two guard
dogs, Cavendish?

Him and Melissa?

Now, with my old Miss
Marple's head on,

I'm finding this a
trifle suspicious.

I mean, first of all
you say that she's ill

and then you say she's gone.

So which one is it?

Or did you do away with her?

For God's sake!

You won't let it rest, will you?

She's gone.

Vamoose! Imithe! Weg! Disparue!

My wife has left me.

Are you happy now?

I don't... I don't
feel very well.

Lucy.

What is it?

He has a heart condition.

I think he's having
a heart attack.

Graham, call an ambulance.

Emergency services, please.

Yeah, well, that's the
last of them leaving.

I feel like that cook on the
Titanic, preserved in alcohol.

You staying there now?

I'm in the middle of nowhere
and I came in Graham's car,

the keys for which are currently
with him in the hospital.

Yes.

Well, that's why I called you.

Make sure that Glenn picks
me up in the morning.

Sure. Was it a vomiting
bug or something?

I don't know, maybe
they were all poisoned.

Aren't you supposed
to be studying?

Don't you have
English on Monday?

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Talk tomorrow.

Harry, what are you doing here?

Oh, I was at the
dinner last night.

Lost my ride to the
back of an ambulance.

What are you doing here?

Well, it turns out everybody
has E. Coli poisoning.

Cavendish is an induced
coma, but if he dies,

then the catering company's

facing a corporate
manslaughter charge.

We're just collecting the
food containers as evidence.

I don't know how you
managed to avoid it, though.

Me either.

I ate everything.

Hm.

Harry says she ate everything.

I didn't drink any water.

Wait, Vicky!

Jordan!

Nice gaf, Harry.

The house has its
own well supply.

We are not on the mains.

I take it back.

That's proper rank, that is.

You lot were drinking that?

Oh!

Ohh.

Christ!

That's Melissa Cavendish.

Oh, dear.

Harry, you knew Melissa?

Well, she was Cavendish's wife.

We weren't friends.

Who were her friends?

Well, if you could
call them that,

pretty much everyone that
was at the dinner last night.

The college elite.

Right. She have any enemies?

Quite a few, I imagine.

She didn't work for the
college, you understand.

But she did like telling its
employees how to do their job.

What's the husband like?

Arrogant, entitled, unpleasant.

Okay, thanks.

Yeah.

I think they call it
corpse water, Harry.

It's when the feces work their
way out of the cadaver...

Please feel free to shut up.

So, are we investigating, Harry?

Why?

Well, it's pretty bloody
obvious who killed her.

Left him, my backside.

What are you doing here anyway?

Aren't you supposed
to be studying?

It's Saturday.

So? Get in the car.

I'm going to drill you
on your Shakespeare.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

So should we call the boss?

He's on holidays, Jordan.

I've got this. It'll be fine.

Have we heard back from
the pathologist yet

about time of death?

He just e-mailed.

Between the rate
of decomposition

and the water damage,
he can confidently say

that she died a week
before she was found.

Saturday the 11th
between 6:00 and 10:00.

So the husband's
alibi stands up.

Same with the staff.

If Melissa only mixed with those
posh ones at the dinner party

and one of them killer her,

why would they go to the
house the following Friday,

knowing that her body
was rotting in that well?

Well, we know intelligent
killers maintain appearances.

They get up, they go to work,

they talk as if the person they
murdered is alive and well.

Yeah, we were the
Diamond Banditos...

Dublin's answer to Duran Duran.

I was going to be the
next Roger Taylor.

Well, what happened?

Well, our lead singer moved
to Canada with his family

and we rehearsed in his garage.

So...

Also, none of the
rest of us could sing.

Are you expecting someone?

My other lover, Mick Jagger.

You'll have a lot to talk about.

I'll bring him right down.

Oh.

We need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

I'm afraid I'm going
to have to insist.

Okay, Detective.

How did you know Cavendish
had a heart condition?

It's not common knowledge.

Before I retired, he and I
got into a right squabble

and then Melissa
rocked up, as usual,

and said that he had
a congenital defect

and that I wasn't to upset him.

Bollocks to that.

We heard that you
were unhappy with her

about a scholarship fund.

Harry, why did you go to
the dinner that night?

You don't seem to particularly
like either of them.

None of the alumni
like each other,

but nothing gets in
the way of drinks.

Mm.

So you didn't drink any
of the water that night?

Where are you going
with this, Vicky?

Surely you realize that
Cavendish killed her.

First he said she was ill

and then he said
that she'd left him.

Well, she didn't go
very far, did she?

We found a note from Melissa
saying she was leaving him.

Oh, he probably
wrote that himself.

And he has an alibi for
the night she was murdered.

The staff have alibis,
as do the people

Melissa interacted
with the most,

who were pretty much
all at the dinner,

just like you said.

The only person left
to ask, Harry, is you.

Could you tell me what
you were doing the evening

of Saturday the 11th?

Well, I can tell you
what I wasn't doing.

Bumping off Melissa.

The 11th?

I was plunging my downstairs
loo at home alone.

Good God.

Chasing alibis is like
going down a blind alley.

Why don't you focus
on the motive?

I am thinking of motive, Harry.

You say Melissa
Cavendish was disliked,

but no one else
has told us that.

Well, of course they wouldn't.

What they did tell us
is that you hated her.

We're going to need to
take your fingerprints,

just to rule you out.

Did you hear any of that?

She's just fishing.

She's panicking that Charlie's
going to come home from holiday,

take the case, and solve it.

Or you will.

Where were you on
the 11th anyway?

Was the evening that memorable?

Charming hotel, the
roses, the Jacuzzi.

Oh, shit!

We can't tell them.

Why don't you just go
and make yourself useful,

since I can't use
you as an alibi?

Fergus is going to
be here in a minute.

To even ask me for an alibi.

Have you tried Charlie?

He's in the bloody valley
with his phone turned off.

So we have to solve it?

No, I have to solve it while
I help you pass your exam.

Read your "Romeo and Juliet."

He loves her, she loves
him, mental families.

Bish bash bosh.

It always comes down to sex.

Sex, love, hatred.

With the Cavendishes,
it could be sex.

Jealousy. An affair?

Oh, so Cavendish is Romeo
and Melissa's Juliet?

Hardly.

Shame you're not
doing "Othello."

Now that would be relevant.

We've got to go.

Where are we going?

Oh, Harry.

Wait.

Harry.

They've just told me.

I thought she'd left me.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Ah.

You've come to question me.

Believe me, I wouldn't harm
a hair on my wife's head.

I loved her.

Yet, you thought she'd left you?

We had a silly fight.

I went to Belfast for
a weekend conference

and I came home and
she'd left me an e-mail.

Well, didn't you find that odd?

You know how
passionate Melissa was.

I'd upset her.

Well, fondling the
housekeeper would do that.

Jenny?

Don't be absurd.

It was a... a stupid row.

I assumed Melissa was
off giving my credit card

a battering in some fancy
hotel, punishing me.

Alone or with someone else?

Melissa wouldn't have an affair.

She was...

Reputation meant
everything to her.

Our reputation as a couple.

I didn't even want to go
to that bloody conference

but she was furious,
ranting and raving about it,

about the college, me
being there too much,

the rumors being too much.

What rumors?

Sketch. The nurse is coming.

Could he have sneaked back from
his conference to kill her?

If he was missing that
long from Belfast,

it would have been noted.

He said something about
rumors at the college.

I need to go back and
see what I can find out.

Anyhow, got to get you home.

Shall I drive you
to school tomorrow?

We can do some
last-minute revisions?

No way. I'm keeping
to my routine.

Red Bull and a Kit
Kat on the bus.

If you get this,

remember that light and shade
is always a crowd pleaser.

Romeo called Juliet the
sun and she calls him

whiter than fresh snow
on a raven's back.

Harriet Wild, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of
Melissa Cavendish.

You're not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say
will be taking in writing

and may be given in evidence.

Time starts now.

So, you've decided not to
have a solicitor present.

I did nothing wrong. You
know this is a farce.

But it is in your best
interest to cooperate.

As I said, the injuries
to Melissa's head

are consistent with the ashtray
we retrieved from her home.

Your fingerprints...

I told you I used it the
night that I stayed there.

And traces of blood
were found on it.

Harry, only your fingerprints
are on the murder weapon.

And that's not all, is it?

You had an acrimonious
relationship with Melissa.

You were the only one who didn't
drink the water that night.

And you say you were home
alone the evening she died.

Harry, is there anything
you'd like to alter

about your statement?

No.

That's you, driving your car,

not two miles from
the Cavendish home

at 5:45 the evening
of the murder.

The second still is you
driving your car back

at 12:30 AM the
following morning.

Enough time to murder Melissa,

put her body in the
well, and clean up.

I went for a drive.

For seven hours.

This is crazy.

Why would I kill her?

And then why would
I clean up and...

And leave my fingerprints
on the murder weapon?

You know I didn't do this.

Then help me.

Tell me why you lied.

Leave a message and
I'll get back to you.

Ray! Oh!

Time's up.

This is madness.

Why did you lie about
being home that night?

- It's complicated.
- Bloody hell, Harry.

Unless you were out
killing someone else,

just tell them where you were.

If I said who I was with,

it would cause a lot
of trouble, okay?

Look, Vicky knows
I'm not a killer.

I'm not being funny, right,
but you're speaking to

a working-class
black kid here, okay?

You might have a lot of faith
in the system, but I don't.

I mean, she brought you
in here, didn't she?

Look, I know, I know
the spot that I'm in

and I know what I have to do.

I have to solve it.

And how are you going to do that
when you're banged up in here?

I'll figure it out.

Look, I just wanted you to know

that I can't help you
with your exams anymore.

You shouldn't even be here.
You should be studying.

Look, my next exam isn't
until noon tomorrow.

You said you were going to
go to the college, right?

What for?

I'll help until
Charlie gets back.

Okay.

Cavendish said there were
rumors at the college.

Well, professors
won't talk to you,

but maybe you can talk
to the support staff.

And how am I
supposed to do that?

I mean...

I suppose Jordan let you in?

About time, Vicky.

I assume you're going
to let me go now?

Actually, your stay in
custody has been extended.

We're transferring you
to the detention center.

What the hell?

You'll get a bail
hearing tomorrow.

You need to sort a solicitor.

I'll fix it, Harry, okay?

I'll find out who did it.

Come on, up to
the desk. Come on.

Take them.

Come on this way.

Always thought it'd be Cavendish

who'd get whacked by
somebody's husband.

Dirty dog.

Do you know what he
said to me last week?

That if I got my tits done, the
dean would give me a promotion.

No wonder Carole's
always off sick.

Probably exhausted
from finding new ways

to avoid having to go into his
secret little room with him.

Shit.

Harry.

Have you lost your mind?

With respect, Sir,
moving a charged suspect

to a detention center
is standard procedure,

and there's plenty
of evidence...

She's Charlie's mother.

But I'm doing things by
the book for Charlie.

And you weren't here, so I...

And you think that Charlie's
going to see it like that,

do you?

Sort out a house arrest warrant.

Now!

Oh!

You're going home,
but not alone.

Charlie, you probably
won't get this but I...

I need you, darling.

I'm... I'm sure I'm
going to be fine,

but I love you.

And Lola.

And Orla.

What bloody use were you?

Oh.

He said we were
going to the cinema.

Well, this is a special edition

of "The Shawshank
Redemption," darling.

I still can't believe it.

Were you alright?

Well, at least I
didn't get shivved.

Your exams? I have
not forgotten.

Forget about that.

Look, I've actually got
to get her dinner, so...

You do realize you've only got

lobster and wine in
your fridge, right?

Don't you have any, like,
spaghetti hoops or something?

Uh...

So, you find out
anything at the college?

Yeah, I did.

Check this out.

- That's in Cavendish's office?
- Yep.

Oh, probably claims
it's some place for him

to rest his head at
the end of the day.

What are you two talking about?

Never you mind, Stinker.

Here, look, sit down and
go and eat your stuff.

We're talking about
some proper nasty

Harvey Weinstein shit here.

I mean, did you never have
any suspicions about him?

You worked with the guy.

It was a different department.

He probably had some
strategy to keep it quiet.

Maybe even got worse.

He might have just
targeted secretaries or,

or newbies.

Well, it was risky
of you to come here.

We could have
talked on the phone.

Rubbish. I was coming anyway.

I know you didn't kill Melissa.

As for Cavendish...

I just thought you being new,
he might have tried something.

I mean, did he ever
mention his little room?

Hinted.

I told him where to go.

Christ, I had no idea.

You must have been
so uncomfortable

that night at his
house, the party?

I learned long ago how to
deal with men like him.

I would have turned his
balls into a key ring

if he'd done it to me.

But obviously he's
been harassing others.

I hate that men still get
away with shit like this.

If women would just stand up!

It can't be a woman's
job to stop them, Lucy.

People like him are protected.

I mean, you saw the butler.

And the old guard
at the college,

well, they're no better.

Did you notice how
tense Beryl was

when she was around Cavendish?

Really?

Yes, Graham.

Actually in prison.

I can cross off doing
bird from my bucket list.

Anyway, forget about that.

I need to know, did
you ever hear anything,

any rumors about Cavendish
being a predator?

I mean, is it common
knowledge? Bollocks.

Is it common knowledge
bollocks? What?

Just never mind.

Did you know about Cavendish?

Of course I didn't know.

I mean, I'd heard the odd thing,

but I didn't think it
was anything serious.

You know what it's
like these days.

Smile at somebody and the
woke brigade are all over you.

Myself and Beryl went through
the mill when we were courting.

I had to fill in a rake
of bloody HR forms.

Is Beryl there, actually?

Well, she's around.

Oh, there you are.

The Guards arrested Harry.

What?

Oh, God.

That's awful.

No, it's alright,
Beryl. I'm out now.

I just wanted to know,
did you ever hear anything

about Cavendish's wicked ways?

It seems that quite a
few of his secretaries

had run-ins with him
in his little room.

What on earth was that about?

Graham, do you think...

Did Beryl ever mention
Cavendish in that way?

Good God.

What are you talking about?

- You don't think...
- I don't know.

I'm going to have
to call you back.

Go, check on Beryl.

Ma?

Oh!

We were so worried about you.

You got my message?

Yeah, yours, Fergus's, Ray's.

Even the one where you
said you loved Orla.

Are you okay, Harry?

I want the charges
dropped right now.

We can't drop the
charges because you say.

If she's not telling
us where she was

when Melissa was killed,
it's for good reason.

We need to find
the actual killer.

Charlie, you can't
investigate this.

She's your family.

And where were you?

- Why didn't you step in?
- I was on a strategy day.

Look, Charlie, I know
that she didn't do this.

And the...

Right, look...

No, you look.

Okay, I know that
the only reason

why you're bringing me along

is because Harry
nagged you into it.

But the thing is, right,

I'm going to keep
trying to help her,

with or without you.

And from what she says,

you shouldn't be
investigating either.

She shouldn't have told
you that, but fair point.

Alright.

Now, she suspects that Cavendish
harassed that Beryl one.

But she has an alibi,
like all the others.

Vicky's a good cop, but
alibis can be faked.

That's what Harry says,

and she reckons there
are more victims.

Right, tell me everything.

Jenny, isn't it?

I need to ask you
some questions.

I can't. Please.

The night of the dinner party,

a witness saw you and Cavendish
in an intimate situation.

What?

No! Whatever you think,
it wasn't like that.

Then why don't you
tell me what it was?

I can't.

It's not...

Are you scared?

Did you snap, Jenny?

Did you think enough?

Except Cavendish wasn't
here, only his wife?

I wasn't here that night.

And Melissa, she...

Look, my friend, she's
getting blamed for this, okay?

And she didn't do it, okay?

So please help.

Look, this is my job.

If you want to know
what Cavendish is like,

look into the Saturday Club.

Saturday Club? What's that?

What is going on here?

Just think I left my
coat here the other day.

Mind if I have a
quick look around?

Get back to work, Jenny.

You did not leave
your coat here.

I would have found it.

Good day.

He's fun.

So Charlie is going to
double check all the alibis

and he's going to see
what he can find out

about the Saturday Club.

A Saturday Club?

Harry?

Listen, sorry, I-I
need your help again.

Have you ever heard anything
about the Saturday Club?

Is this something that
Cavendish is into,

some sort of man
club or something?

I don't know what
clubs Cavendish is in.

I don't know him that well.

And I tell you, after speaking
with Beryl after you called,

they better keep that
bloody man in hospital,

or I'll put him back in there.

Ah, okay.

Can we speak to Beryl?

She just left.

She's gone to her women's group.

What women's group?

Told you Malky
would know someone.

The gift that keeps on
giving, your father.

Saturday night, it'll
be a busy one for him.

6:00 till 8:00, how
to kill predators.

8:00 till 9:00, choir practice.

Shh.

I'm done discussing this.

Harry Wild is a good woman.

We need to go to the Guards.

But then everything comes out.

I have said it from the start.

I'm glad we came together,

but I don't want my dirty
linen aired in public.

And it's not just fear
of losing our jobs

or people not believing us.

It's about people knowing.

I agree with you.

A-And I'm happy Melissa is dead

so at least she's not
hanging over us anymore.

I mean, what kind
of an evil bitch

protects her husband like that?

But we can't be false alibis.

We know Lucy wasn't here.

Look, ladies, when she
brought us all together,

she told us if we
couldn't find the courage

to report the Cavendishes,
then she'd do something.

But what if she did?

Lucy?

So Melissa blackmailed them into
keeping quiet, right, but how?

Oh, it's easy, Fergus.
You heard them.

They were probably
already blaming themselves

for being assaulted.

That's how predators work.

Shame is their weapon.

What do you know about Lucy?

I mean, you helped hire her
for your old job, right?

I mean, where does
she come from?

Well, she had a good CV.

A couple of steady
lecture posts.

There was only one blip.

She left her first college
in the middle of a course,

but that's not uncommon.

Wait, she just dropped out?

Where was that?

Galway, about 12 years ago.

She knew that the sculpture
in Cavendish's hall was new.

How, if that was her
first time there?

Holy shit!

What? What have you found?

Nothing about Lucy, but
there is a story here

about a professor
from Galway Uni

who was had up on a rape
charge at around the same time.

Prosecution called the
man a serial predator.

They reckon he'd
targeted more than

just the student
who accused him.

Is that meant to
wash these down?

Lucy, this isn't the way.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I won't let you take the blame.

What choice do I have?

Can't go to prison.

Cavendish hurt so
many of us, you know.

When I found that out, I thought
he can't get away with it.

He can't deny all of us.

I brought us all together.

Thought we could plan
how to bring him down.

But they were terrified.

They saw it more
as a support group.

Did this happen to you before?

You know about that?

It was a lecturer.

I wasn't the only one.

There was one girl,
she was brave enough

to take it to the Guards.

His defense team claimed
she was drunk and consented

and he got away with it.

My mum sat on my bed every
night just to make sure

I didn't slit my
wrists as she slept.

You were very brave.

I can't imagine what
it took for you to...

To try to confront Cavendish.

Look at where it got me.

Stand up to the
bullies, they say.

They'll back down.

But Melissa didn't.

She started ranting about
how she was sick of it,

how she wouldn't be
tainted by rumors.

It was like she was at
the end of her tether

and I was the touch paper.

She got so angry, I thought
she was going to kill me.

- I grabbed what I could.
- The ashtray.

I was just defending myself,
but she collapsed on the spot.

I panicked.

But then I thought
I can cover this up.

Send an e-mail
from her computer,

make it look like she left.

Why on earth did
you drink the water?

I didn't know it
was for the house.

I thought they got their
water from the mains,

like normal people.

Charlie.

Mum, I think I have something.

The alibis for Beryl
Lane and Lucy D'arcy

are the same, and they
both mention a club.

I'm on my way to
interview Lucy now.

Charlie...

Okay.

She still killed her, Harry.

Look at how she was provoked.

No.

I won't be responsible for
helping send her to jail.

Trust me. She'd be
dead in 24 hours,

by her own hand or
somebody else's.

Lawrence Cavendish, I'm
arresting you on suspicion

of multiple counts
of sexual assault.

You are not obliged
to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

but anything you do say will
be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence.

I'm not even going to ask.

Probably best.

Harry, I need you to know
that I was ready to confess.

I know full well
what you did for me.

What can I do to make it up?

You can pour me a
glass of champagne

on your way out.

But I...

Fergus and his sister
are coming over.

He's been working his
ass off to help me

while sitting his Junior Cert.

Ah, he's a good kid.

Yeah.

So, am I forgiven?

I'll think about it.