Hetty Wainthropp Investigates (1996–1998): Season 4, Episode 4 - Mind over Muscle - full transcript

I'd like a Golf, myself.
Nice car, Sonia.

But the XK, with eight cylinders -
that's something else.

I'll give you a spin
when I get it. Right.

I'll hold you to that.

Same again, and whatever
you're having. Shan't be a moment.

Ugh!

How's that?
Oh, very smart!

Is that the second post?
No, junk mail.

A dark suit, a crisp shirt,
you can't beat it.

I always said funerals suit you.
Were you expecting something?

No, not really.



Should I cancel the hairdresser?
No, I'll be back by then.

What if we're asked back? I'll go.
You didn't know Charlie that well.

Some things can't be put off.

Cheeky!
I did tell you it was a long shot.

Your cousin's probably moved on
long since.

You're probably right.

I was just passing. Any joy?
What do you think?

What have you got there?
Something that Aidie forgot to take.

Left a forwarding address, did he?
And his phone number.

Maybe I'll get him to pick it up.
But you've wrapped it so nicely.

What's a visible deterrent?

Security guard.
Why don't they say that?

Security, I suppose.
Go for it. No, thanks.

When I think of visible deterrent,
I think of you.



Oh, it was sudden all right.
Still, 73 - not a bad innings.

Your better half still sleuthing?
Aye.

Yes, I thought I caught
a glimpse of her at the church.

She had to shoot off.

Urgent business? Anything that
might interest our news desk?

You should know better!

Sorry, Hetty. With you in a tick.

That's all right.

Now then, how are you?
I'm well looked after, thank you.

Have a cup of tea and get
your breath back. Oh, I'm fine.

I visited the hospital
and got stuck in the traffic.

Make a cup of tea for Mrs Halliwell,
Julie. Hospital?

Nothing serious, I hope?
Not with me. I was visiting Russell.

He's been beaten up,
and he's got a fractured skull.

Beaten up? Why?
He says he doesn't know.

Was it for money or valuables?
Apparently not.

He was having a lunchtime drink.
This man laid in to him in the gents.

There was no argument. How strange!

Did he know the man?
He says he'd never seen him before.

You can't believe it. No.
What do the police say?

They arrested the man straight away
Well, that's good.

What'll happen to Charlie's column?

We'll find another writer.

Joe Elder is dead.
Long live Joe Elder's column!

Charlie had a special turn of phrase.

I'll know if someone else
has written it.

You might, but thousands won't.

Would he need experience,
Charlie's replacement?

No - he's got to be 60-plus,
opinionated,

and able to pen a few words - if
you think of anyone, give me a call.

You'll be writing his column before
the ink's dry on his last offering?

It's been written by umpteen people.

It just seems insensitive
to be planning it at his funeral.

In a paper near
you, Robert Wainthropp IS Joe Elder.

I'm impressed. What are you going
to write about? I've no idea.

Joe Elder's got strong opinions.
I've always left that to you.

Hey... I'll go.

Hello, Dawn! Hetty.

Can I have a word?
Of course, come in.

The police went to see Russ
this afternoon... about the assault.

He's asked them to drop the charges.
Drop them? Why?

They said Scholes, who attacked him,

had made a counter-accusation.
What sort of accusation?

That Russ had made an approach
to him.

Russ wouldn't elaborate.

He was disgusted. He said
it was adding insult to injury.

What do the police say?
They think it's a smear tactic.

They'd like to take him to court,
but Russ thinks the mud might stick.

Understandable, I suppose.

But what about the next victim
who gets in this man's way?

That's it, isn't it?

Was Russ really picked out at
random? What are you saying, Dawn?

I want you to find out if he's got
into something that he can't handle.

Like what?

I'm not asking any favours, Hetty.
I'll pay the price.

Yeah, Russ is a regular - not every
day, but two or three times a week.

What about Scholes? No.

I've seen him around.
He works at a gym locally.

Was Mr Halliwell talking to him?

No - he was at the bar. Scholes was
over there. On his own? I think so.

When Russ went to the gents,

was Scholes already in there?
It's like I told the police.

I was behind here,
but I THINK he went in after Russ.

And no words, angry or otherwise,
had passed between them?

Nope.

Now, are you sure I can't get
you a drink? Oh... No, thank you.

We don't drink on duty.

It's serious stuff, then? Any
thoughts on why Russ was attacked?

Not really. Russ is a really nice
fella. He'll buy anybody a drink.

Especially the opposite sex. Well,
yes, he does have a bit of a twinkle

Thank you.

Eureka!

I spend days at the job centre, and
you step into a dead man's shoes.

Don't you start. Maybe I should
check the obituary column.

Aren't you being picky? I want to drive
forklift trucks, not the Euro-shuttle! Oh.

I can drive them and maintain them.
That may be so.

But it's not for lasses. You should
have kept that job at the garage.

Oh, Adie Atherton! Where?

He must have posed for that sign.
Oh, don't talk daft.

Look at those muscles
and those teeth. He's the spit.

He's moved out of Janet's flat,
now get him out of your mind.

Easy to say,
but he throws a very long shadow.

Hello.

Are you in charge, Mr er...?
Scholes. Dean Scholes. Can I help?

This is my nephew. I'm thinking
of buying him membership.

Come in. I'll show you around.

Open floor for aerobics, circuits,

stretching exercises.

In here, cardiovascular room.

Step-ups, bikes, rowers...

No jarring,
plenty of hammer on the ticker.

All right, Donna?

Down here, a weights room - loads
of poundage for body building...

if that's what you're after.
I'm not sure yet.

I'm not what you'd call... chunky!

No. He's been poorly! I did wonder.

Looks like your pressie's
come in the nick of time.

I think he ought to have a go
before I spend the money.

Not much brains.
Why haven't you charged him?

I'm sure you know. Scholes claimed
Halliwell made sexual advances.

Do you believe that? No.
So why was he assaulted?

Scholes doesn't need an excuse
to thump anyone.

Russell was in the wrong place
at the wrong time?

Have you met Scholes?
Yes, at the gym.

Off the record, we think Scholes
has an under-the-counter business

selling steroids to body-builders,
but we have no evidence.

It may have been an unpaid debt,
perhaps?

Russell said
he'd never seen Scholes before.

He would, wouldn't he?

What are you doing here?
Reporting in. How is he?

He's on the mend.
He might be out tomorrow.

We'd better get a move on. Why?

I want you to give me
a bit more information.

What about? His bank statements,

credit card statements, phone bills.

Oh.

Is there a problem? Well,
we've always kept separate accounts.

What with my business, I didn't
want any confusion. Very sensible.

Having laid down the law, it's wrong
for me to pry into his things now.

So you're paying me to do it?

Well, I think... Dawn.

The next time,
he could be really hurt. What?

We know Scholes
isn't a jealous husband,

because he isn't a married man. Oh.

But we're sure this attack...
was not a matter of chance.

It wasn't? We think
Russ WAS this man's target.

And for all we know, he still is.

What do you want?
What do you think?

Trouble with the car?
Can I come in?

What for? Janet!
I can't stand not seeing you.

It'll have to be better than that.
All right.

I'll hoover right through,
no obligation.

Come in.

Did Mr Wainthropp tell you
how I'd been? What d'you mean?

Dead miserable. No, he didn't.

Well, I am.

How can you be miserable? You've
got a job, with bed and board.

I haven't got you. And if I haven't
got you, then... I've got nothing.

You could have been here
every night... hoovering.

I've said I'll tell them! Yeah.

I have to do it right! I've got
to get a lodger, or move out!

I'll do it!
I just have to pick my moment.

Keep talking - I'm all ears.

As a minor royal has agreed to open
the extension to the wire works,

what about a piece on the monarchy?

I heard some interesting views
when I was in Australia.

Oh.

Charlie did that, too.
Well, then, what about... Ah!

Hazardous waste!
Not in my back yard.

Oh. Charlie did that, too.

Right. Cheers.

No good. Any of 'em! Oh, dear.

What were you going to ask me? Mm?

Something you wanted to discuss.
Oh, that! Yeah. No. Erm...

That can wait.

What's the story? We're customers.

You look round the trade counter.
I'll do the retail displays.

Oh! Oh, sorry!

They're quite small, aren't they?
Standard size. May I help?

Thank you.
I came in to see Mr Halliwell.

Mr Halliwell's off sick.
Nothing serious, I hope?

He was badly injured. An accident?
An assault.

An assault! Apparently, he's
in a mess. Are you a friend of his?

Oh, a friend of a friend.

I understood he was an amiable type.

Yes. But some people here always
said he'd come unstuck. Why's that?

It's no secret. Russ could get
a bit... over-familiar.

Not with me, of course. No, no.

So it could have been over a woman?

Everything all right? Yes, Mr Kenyon.

This lady was asking for Russ.
I'm afraid he's not in.

So I gather. Injured
in shocking circumstances, I hear.

This lady's a friend, Mr Kenyon.
The friend of a friend.

I see. Well, I'm sure Russ
will have all the friends he needs.

Can I help you?

Hey!

George Bernard Shawcross!
Hey, Mose, how's it going?

Pretty fair. How's yourself? Not bad.

What are you doing here? I'm
a test pilot for Harrier jump jets.

Storeman, right? You always
were sharp. What happened?

Good to see you, Mose.

Yes!

Here's another range.
Thank you, Mr Kenyon.

Glossy brochures
bring my husband out in a rash.

Private investigator? Straight up!
Yep. What are you doing here?

Just looking. You're on a job!
Keep it down! What is it?

Who is it, hey?

Russ Halliwell - you know him? Sure.
Someone lumped him. Tell me more.

Not now, here's the boss.

I'm supposed to be working. See ya!

What's the matter?

I won't be a mo'. Mose!

Mose! All right.
Fancy a drink? Yeah, when?

Eight o'clock, the Three Tuns.
See you there.

I've told you what I want.

Get it or else -
it's as simple as that.

You'll do yourself a mischief!
Why are you here? To see you.

This is not a spectator sport.
It's not a sport at all, in my book.

Why torture yourself? I'm working.

That Adrian has a lot to answer for.
What's that supposed to mean?

I think you know. And there's
another fella to steer clear of.

Scholes? He's the one I'm watching.

I just saw him work someone over.

Evening! Need some help?
No, just checking on the lad.

He's my uncle.
He's in good hands... Uncle.

I'd better leave him to it, then.

You and me should talk about diet.

A lad like you needs a bit of help
to bulk himself up. How do you mean?

Supplements. I can get a good price.

Take my word for it, your body could
look like a sockful of conkers, in no time.

You're sure it was Kenyon? Positive.

What's he doing
with a man like Scholes?

What was Scholes doing with HIM?

Ah! Here's Mose. Yes!

All right! Hey!
What are you having? Bitter.

Pint of bitter, please, Sonia.

You brought your mother!
She's the boss. Oh! I see.

She doesn't look much like a private
detective. No, that's the point. Oh!

Sorry I had to dash before. It's OK.
Is your job driving the forklifts?

No. I'm just filling in
until they find someone.

So is there a job going
for an experienced driver? Why?

- I know someone who's looking.
- £1.47, please.

Keep the change. Thank you

Mrs Wainthropp, this is
Graham Moseley. Call me Mose.

What does your mum call you?
Graham. That'll do.

Geoffrey says
you know Russell Halliwell.

Yeah, we work in the same place.
Do you know why he was assaulted?

Not for sure,
but a few weren't surprised.

Oh? He thinks a lot of himself!

Shhh!

I like him
cos he gives me his chat-up lines.

Yes, we hear he's very popular
with the ladies.

All of them, if you believe him.

But not quite so popular
with the gentlemen?

What does Mr Kenyon make of him,
for example? He's not over fussed.

A while ago they both applied
for the top job and Russ lost out.

I see. How did he take it? Badly.

Especially when Kenyon
reorganised the place.

Russ has been demoted,
so he puts the knife in.

How? Rubbishing Kenyon's management,

dishing the dirt on his wife...
Kenyon's wife?

Yeah. Paula Kenyon used
to work at the warehouse. Go on.

She used to be a girlfriend of Russ,
but he wouldn't leave his wife.

Now Russ is saying she married Kenyon on the rebound
and that he's seeing her again. Paula Kenyon?

So he says. Sour grapes I reckon.
The guy's all mouth.

Are we off? I am. You stay
and enjoy yourself with Graham.

I fancy a taste
of these sour grapes. Ta-ta!

I didn't ask for victim support. I appreciate
that. My services are entirely optional.

Who told you about me? The police
have a list - it's confidential.

You see, when somebody is
the victim of an attack like this

it affects their confidence badly.

More so than if they'd known
their attacker

or the reason for it.

Would it help to talk? I doubt it.

Was the man drunk?

No.

What did he say? Not a word.
Nothing?

This is completely confidential,
Mr Halliwell.

Did you say anything to him? No!

Any idea why he did this? None.

I just want to get out of here
and forget it.

Yes!

I just caught you. I'm a bit pushed.
What was it?

My idea for the Joe Elder column:
narcissism, the new religion.

Go on, then.

It came to me after I'd been
to one of them gyms that sprang up -

churches dark and empty,
these places lit like beacons -

where men worship their own bodies.
Mirrored walls, would you believe?

Body or soul? Is that the idea?

Aye. Yes, it sounds quite promising.

Do it!

See you later!

Janet Fraser?

Right, this way.

There's not much, but there are two entries
on his statement I couldn't fathom -

one for a place called Knack Knicks
and one for Blooms Are Us.

All right, we'll follow them up.

I'll put these back. He's coming out
today - it'll be lovely to have him home.

I got it! Ah!

You knew! I made a phone call.

Not ANY job, THE job -
forklift operative.

Great! It just trips off the tongue,
doesn't it?! Come 'ere.

One for you
and one for your old school mate.

The old-boy network. Thanks! Once
they saw you the job was yours.

Your hair's wet.
I had a shower at the gym.

Don't you have a trial membership?

I told them I still couldn't decide
and cadged two more visits.

Can you feel the difference? What?

Am I a bit lumpier?
I don't like lumps.

In all the right places.
I like my men lean and wiry.

But... Taking the cork off that bottle is all the
muscle you need. Anything heavier, I handle myself.

I think I'll go up. Right.

500 words exactly! Well done.

How many was it you started with?
2,400.

I think your style was destined
for a bigger newspaper, Robert.

I got carried away.

"Body or soul?"

It needed saying, Hettie.
Absolutely.

Fitness fanatics will sit up and think!
I hope YOU won't sit up much longer.

Geoffrey's got his key, has he?

Yes, but something tells me
he won't be using it tonight. Oh?

Did he say anything?
I think he's been trying to.

Ah.

They know what they're doing.

Yes. Yes, I think so.

Goodnight.

Good morning, madam.

Oh! Morning.
Could you solve a mystery for me?

What's the problem? When I was abroad I
asked my son to send flowers to my friend.

His statement shows that a charge was made,
but my friend says she never received them.

I see. What's the name? Halliwell.
The transaction was dated the 18th.

I'll just check. Thank you.

"Roses ordered by R.Halliwell, delivered
the 18th." Was it to the right person?

"Paula Kenyon, Buckingham Drive."

Yes, that's her. How strange.

I delivered some more flowers there
a week or so ago. To Paula Kenyon?

Yes. Her husband accepted them.
Perhaps he can clear the confusion.

You disappoint me - I thought
you were made of sterner stuff.

Mrs Wainthropp, there are places
even the toughest gumshoe can't go.

Never mind, we've got what we need.

I suppose you and Janet
were out celebrating last night?

We stayed in... Oh?

..with a takeaway and wine.

Very nice. It was.

I had too much to drink
to risk driving back. I see.

There's somewhere safe for the car,
is there? Mmm, just round the back.

Oh, that's handy.

In fact, I was thinking of parking
it there on a more permanent basis.

I rather thought you might.
You don't mind, do you?

It's not for me to mind, Geoffrey.

You're old enough to know your own.

Cheers, Mrs Wainthropp.

Mrs Kenyon? Yes.

May we trouble you for a moment?

Well, how can I help?

I'm looking into the circumstances
of the assault on Russell Halliwell.

Russ Halliwell? You do know
he was injured? No. Should I?

I thought your husband
might have mentioned it. No.

You DO know him? Yes, but that doesn't mean
he's a topic of conversation in this house.

I see. So, if you don't mind...

I appreciate
your concern for privacy,

but I do think you can help us.

Who do you work for? Mrs Halliwell.
Does she know you're here? No.

Nor does she know that her husband
has been sending you flowers.

The Joe Elder column... on the dot.

Hey, they will get it, won't they?
Oh, aye.

I was in love.
Stupid - I knew what he was like.

It was obvious he wouldn't
leave Dawn, so I finished it.

Martin joined the firm shortly after,

we married, I left work - that's it.
Russ is history.

Then why is he sending you flowers?

Since Martin got the manager's job,
Russ has tried to foul things up.

How? By trying to undermine him
at work. And at home?

I've told Martin -
he's got nothing to worry about.

Funny thing, though, worry -
when it takes a hold.

What's this got to do
with an assault on Russ?

Your husband's in a fitness club?
Yes. Has he mentioned a Scholes?

I don't think so.
We think they're on close terms.

So? It was Scholes
who beat up Russ Halliwell.

So are you saying Martin was behind
it? We have to ask the question.

Martin hates violence. Whatever the
provocation? Absolutely! I know him.

What did you do with the flowers?
Threw them straight in the bin.

And the second lot?
What second lot?

They were delivered here a few days
ago. Didn't your husband tell you?

Halliwell was making Kenyon's life a misery
so he gets Scholes to beat him up. QED.

So why didn't Scholes
warn Halliwell off?

I don't know.
Neither do I, Geoffrey.

I think Mr Scholes may have
a completely different agenda.

Not bad, eh? She's nearly as good
as she said she was.

'Mr Kenyon -
Mrs Kenyon on the phone for you.'

OK. Tell her I'll call her back.

Mrs Kenyon? Yes.

Dean Scholes.
Sorry, my husband's out.

It's you I came to see.

Leave, or I'll call security.

When a company employee
is seriously injured, Mr Kenyon,

it's your duty to assist inquiries.

By implicating myself in your story?

Do you deny that Russell Halliwell
is pestering your wife?

If I catch you spying on me or my
wife again, I'll call the police!

Kenyon. What is it?

Paula? Are you all right?

Well... what did he want?

No. I'm coming now.

Lucy, I'm going out.
See my visitors out, will you?

What do you reckon?

When in doubt,
head for the sound of gunfire.

I told you. I know. I told you!

Shut up!

What do you want?
Was it Scholes who called?

We may be able to help you.

Martin...

Why did you let them in? We need
help. They want to bury me, stupid!

What about that thug? Leave it
to me. Will you be here next time?

Tell us how you got involved
with Scholes, Mr Kenyon.

There's no other way.

Things had been building up
between me and Russ Halliwell.

I was losing control at work
and starting to doubt Paula's word.

When the second lot of flowers came,
well... it just got to me, didn't it?

I don't know why I confided in
Scholes. Desperation, I suppose.

Go on.

He said he'd warn Halliwell
about giving me any more grief.

Scholes said he'd talk to Halliwell.
Yeah. Just talk.

When I heard what he'd done,
I couldn't believe it.

I expected the police. Why? It would
seem like I'd set Scholes on to him.

I can see that, yes. But as long
as you hadn't paid him any...

You hadn't, had you?

Scholes said he had a cash problem
and in return for this "favour",

he suggested I buy his body building
rubbish, to flog or to use myself.

It was a trap, of course. Now he
wants more money to keep quiet.

If this comes out,
I'll lose my job, the house...

..everything.

HAVE you paid any more? No, that's
why he came and threatened Paula.

I told him I haven't got any.
It won't end there.

Tell her. He wants me to organise
something at the warehouse. Organise what?

A credit account under a false
company name so he can just roll up

and take what he wants.

'I shouldn't be feeling
sorry for him.'

But between Halliwell's stupidity
and this Scholes, he had no chance.

I don't do deals.

I know that.

Martin Kenyon just hopes for some recognition
for helping bring Scholes to book.

When you tell Mrs Halliwell why her husband was assaulted,
we may have to reopen the case. Kenyon accepts that.

But he'll just have to take
his chances.

No promises.

Message understood, Chief Inspector.

That's our man.

I can handle these. No
prob... I can handle it!

Back in a sec.

I think he's sussed us!

He's away!

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of assault...

Are you all right? Yeah.

How long are you going to keep me
in suspense? What do you mean?

You were going to discuss things
with Russ.

Oh, that.

Well, the Kenyons have moved on, and I
saw no point going into details with Russ.

I'm glad.

You know, I hired you
to put my mind at rest, Hetty.

Now I'd like to draw a line under it
I thought that's what you'd say.

This time, I think
Russ has turned over a new leaf.

How's that? Oh, that's really nice,
Dawn, thank you!

No doubt Robert'll want to take me
out for a slap-up meal now!

You and I share a philosophy - the
triumph of hope over experience!

Only me!

Did you get one?
Let me get me coat off first.

Oh, come on! Here.

All packed?

Oh, more or less.

I have left a few things here, for
now. Collect them when you're ready.

It'll seem a bit quiet,
just Robert and me again.

Still my work HQ, though, isn't it?
Yes, of course it is. It's not in.

My piece isn't in. Are you sure?
The Joe Elder column's on page five.

Is it in a new place? I've looked.

If we're going to have literary
tantrums, you're making a wise move.

Yes... Can I speak
to Gerald Hawkins, please?

I've already said my piece
to Mr Wainthropp. Oh? What about?

How you've made me feel...
part of the family around here.

It's been our pleasure, Geoffrey.

I'll always be grateful.

I just hope

that Janet and me can prove
we're doing the right thing. Oh...

you don't have to prove anything to me. I'd
rather you were tying the knot properly.

I won't pretend otherwise.

But I've seen enough of you both to
think you'll make each other happy.

That's the main thing.
It's been held over.

Held over?

To a future date - sometime - never.
Why?

It was too hot for the Ackersley
Echo! Is that what they said?

Well... words to that effect.

There was a conflict between my article and the
advertising space they sold to physical fitness clubs.

Guess who won! Oh, Robert, I'm sorry
Will you still get paid, Mr Wainthropp?

Of course...
What about the freedom of the press?

If it's going to upset you, we'll
throw the typewriter... Leave it!

If they thought THAT article
was strong, wait for the next one!

Bravo, Robert!

He hasn't been like this since
Ackersley Angel won the Greyhound Cup!

I'd better be off.

Can I come over to your place
when I need some peace and quiet?

Bye, Mr Wainthropp. You still here?
See you, Mrs Wainthropp.

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