Murder Rooms: Mysteries of the Real Sherlock Holmes (2000–2001): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Patient's Eyes - full transcript

Eirie music

Life may be
stranger than fiction

but often more disturbing.

Before I wrote my stories

of the great detective,

I had access to
a terrifying world

of mystery and murder.

My companion and
teacher on this journey

was Dr. Joseph Bell.

Here in this
extraordinary man

was my inspiration,



but it is only now that
I have chosen to reveal

the dark beginnings
of Sherlock Holmes.

Doyle.

Turnavine.

Wonderful to see you, Laddie.

Yeah.

Boy, it seems an
age since university.

Come on, give me that,

now, tell me,

what's this magnet worth?

A pound.

A million pounds more like.

And dirt cheap to
the nation that buys it.

I tell you I could, I could
go to Switzerland tomorrow



and say you may
not ever sea board,

and you may not have a port,

but find me a ship and
hoist your flag on it,

and I'll give you
every ocean under heaven.

You may well smile,

but this is the basis of
my magnetic ship protector.

I'm taking it up with the
First Lord of the Admiralty

in a week or two.

That's fine, but you're
a doctor, not an engineer.

I am anything I want to be.

We're going to clean
this town out, Doyle.

Mark my words,
there isn't a doctor in it.

It's all they could do now
to put butter on their bread

when we get to work together

they'll eat it dry.

Your plaque will be
right here along side mine.

Dr. Turnavine.

Oh, it's my local
(Unintelligible).

He spends far too much
time at that gaming tables.

This is Dr. Doyle,
he's come and join us.

Pleased to meet you.

Waiting room is full?

Oh, I'll lay odds it's 140 sir

and the stable is full too,

there's just some
room in the coach house.

Well, I'm sorry, I haven't got
a crowded day for you Doyle.

Do ever I get
free consultation doctor.

Now then, now then,

make a gangway won't you.

Oh, what an atmosphere.

Can you opened the windows,

you never knew such folk.

Not one with the
sense to open the window

to save himself
from suffocation.

Well, there's a screw
through the sash, sir.

Now Laddie, you'll
never get on the world

if you can't open a window

without raising a sash.

Look.

Gangway.

Sorry, to give
you smaller Laddie.

And I have used it for
some of my sporting equipment.

But it'll do you for now.

You are surgery
which is the lost leader.

And we cannot
expect many cases.

I've prescribe
my patients medicine,

especially my blood tonic,

which is where our
fortune is made, huh,

two rules on patients.

Break 'em in early
and keep them to heal.

Stop this confounded
jabbering down there.

Might as well be
living in a poultry house.

Form an orderly line

and I will start
my consultations shortly.

Now, let's
have some breakfast.

Oh, and I must show you
how my ship protector works.

Look, we have time.

Hey, Hettie

I placed this magnet,
over her bonnet,

fire six rounds of steel

straight into her face.

The magnet will
take the bullet.

You will help Hettie, hey.

Yes, sir, of course.

No, no, no,

the patient's are waiting.

Very well,

but it's perfectly safe.

Oh.

It's all right.

He's been in
the campaign, sir.

Had a bayonet in his
neck from the look of it.

The Boer campaign.

All right.

When did you last eat.

I had nothing today,
or yesterday, sir.

I'm saving,

for the doctor's prescription,

for the tonic.

...You suffer from
tea poisoning.

Here are two prescriptions

for my own patents.

Use your money to buy soup,

bread and a bit of meat.

You need that
more than any tonic.

If your war pension
leaves anything to spare

at the end of
the week then return.

But never put
it ahead of food.

Thank you, doctor.

Dr. Doyle.

Dr. Doyle.

What in heavens
name are you doing?

If you have nothing better to
do than turn away my patients,

we part company now.

Turnavine...

I've told you how
we make our money here.

See my help Hettie there.

The prescriptions are
the bedrock of the practice.

What is the virtue
of a free consultation

if you always prescribe
the same exorbitant medicine.

Well, surely, that is
up to them, is it not.

I do hope you
are not one of those

morally superior
doctors, Doyle.

While working with me,

you must throw
etiquette to the devil.

Hi, Mrs. Blythe.

Miss Grace.

Dr. Turnavine.

Miss Grace,

you missed your
last appointment.

I'm sorry doctor.

I will be in shortly.

Excellent, I advise it.

Good day.

Where are all the patients.

One afternoon a week is
paying consultation only,

so we have few people.

Oh, I nearly forgot,

you have a patient at three,

she especially
asked me for you.

Oh.

Again, at night it is that
the strange anomalies

of London life,
are best is seen.

And then the right.

As the hum of life ceases
and the shops' darken.

Thank you.

It's all very good.

I can certainly see
nothing organically wrong.

Could try with
the retina scope.

You say it recurs.

Yes .

A sudden blurring of vision.

How often?

Oh, it goes away,

but it always comes back,

especially at
this time of year.

I did not wish to bother
Dr. Turnavine further.

It's just,

I am a little troubled by it.

You live with your family.

With my aunt and uncle.

My parents died.

I'm sorry.

Some years ago.

I'm aware that years
make little difference.

Yes .

So, is there something
else troubling you now.

It's stupid.

A road.

It has given me bad dreams.

A road.

But I have to cycle it
for it leads to the rectory

where it live with
my aunt and uncle.

You've seen
something on this road.

At first I put it
down to imagination.

But the truth is

I see a figure,

a cyclist.

It follows me doctor.

You see the figure close.

Never.

Though from a distance, I
know this will sound foolish,

it's as if there is no face.

If I stop, it does not appear.

When I'm accompanied,

it never comes _

I $66.

I know how it sounds.

No, no.

I'm glad you told me.

I'm a doctor, but

I would consider it
a privilege if you would

let me at least look
into this small puzzle.

I would be so grateful.

All I want is someone
with a little common sense

to shed some light.

All I want is
the loan of a bicycle.

Did you see him.

I fear I saw nobody.

So what do you
think now doctor,

that either I am a
liar or I am going mad.

I'm not saying that.

I only know I did not see him.

Did you.

What if I say he was
beside me the whole time.

The truth is
I did not look back.

Then we cannot be
sure of anything yet.

Not even if it has
to do with your eyes.

Maybe simply that he saw me.

Yes .

I thought of that too.

And I'm grateful
to you for saying it.

I want nothing
but to be believed.

Heather.

I GO-

Dr. Doyle,
thank you for your help,

even if it came to nothing.

I will not forget it.

My dear Bell.

After three slightly
difficult weeks here,

I was delighted
to have your letter.

I feel my life holds few
of the puzzles and oddities

that I know would please you.

But I will record
what there is

for your amusement

and a trivial and I suspect
an entirely explicable mystery

arrived yesterday

via a Miss Heather Grace.

Not only do I regard it
as a breach of etiquette,

it is a breach of hospitality

and worse,

of friendship

What breach?

I bring you in Doyle,

I entrust you
with my practice,

with my household,

and even show you my
magnetic ship protector,

and in return you
whine on about my ethics,

you run your
work like a charity

and now you steal my patients.

Steal?

What is this about
you helping Miss Grace

with her mad problems.

I suppose this is more
of the detective babble

you spoke of at university.

I merely helped her with
a matter which you refused to...

And now she
says she wishes you

to have exclusive
claim as her practitioner.

She was with
a liar and a trawl.

Why she was once in an asylum.

Turnavine,

I know this practice is
run on exploitation and greed.

I did not realize

it also attacked and
dishonored its patients.

And now you question my honor.

Huh.

I will fight three
rounds with you here and now.

No, no.

This is Tom Foolery.

Go on.

Go on.

No, you refuse.

You will not fight.

Well, so be it.

But I will not stand by

while you let this
practice go to the devil.

We part company
here and now Laddie

and let us find out

who does best as a doctor.

We will discover how you fare

with your milk and water
tactics soon enough Laddie.

I chased after him,
then he seemed to vanish.

But I can tell you

he is not in
your imagination,

nor is he a symptom
of your eye condition.

He was there just
as you described,

hard to make out

but perfectly real.

It's such a relief
to know I'm not mad.

Believe me doctor,

I consider myself
to be a modern woman.

Soon I will come
into my inheritance

and have independence

and it is awful
to doubt yourself.

Who could he be.

I do not know.

At least he makes no
attempt to approach you.

You're sure you
do not recognize him.

No.

But it's true he
reminds me of someone.

Someone you know.

Someone dead.

I'm sorry, I don't
wish to talk of it.

We all have things we
do not care to remember.

And can't forget.

Yes .

I still have the
bad dreams which...

Is there no one
you can confide in.

I suppose I should
talk to Mr. Greenwell.

Mr. Greenwell?

He's a local school teacher.

He's asked me to marry him.

Have you accepted.

No.

I said I wish to consider.

I was engaged
before to someone

who asked to be
released from his obligation.

So I'm cautious.

Dr. Doyle,

when we first met,

we discussed my loss

and you seemed to be talking,
forgive me if this is forward,

as if from experience,

are your parents living.

Yes they are.

But someone...

Like you, I never speak of it.

Someone I cared for
a great deal, she died.

I was so sure.

That's why I can talk to you,

even about what
is in my nightmares.

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Not the most auspicious way

to welcome a guest
to your house, Doyle.

Doctor.

I apologize for
depriving you of oxygen,

but that's a dangerous
weapon you have there.

Sheffield 81, is it not?

I'm glad to see you.

When I arrived
from Edinburgh,

I called at the address
you gave on your letter,

only to discover
that you'd been evicted,

but that was another
of my old students,

Turnavine.

He asked me to
test his apparatus

for a magnetic ship protector.

It doesn't work of course.

Even with steel bullets,

the power of the gun

overwhelms the
magnet at every shot.

Man, you've lost
nine and half pounds

since I saw you last.

It feels as if I've not
eaten a proper meal in weeks.

I'm grateful to you.

I take it your patient
list is not progressing

as fast as you'd hoped.

It scarcely exists.

Unless I have any
interests within a month,

it will not exist at all.

Oh, I'd say you've
even less time than that.

Less?

Turnavine tells me that
you are a wanted felon,

guilty of robbery,

deception and criminal damage.

What?

What have I done.

Robbed him of
a vast sum, I believe.

Well, we will see soon enough.

Oh, this pie is very good.

Why Bell,

how good to see you again.

Did you test my apparatus?

Yes .

It was most satisfactory.

Excellent.

Once I recall you told me

I had come on further

than anyone in your class.

In one respect,

certainly your
development was remarkable.

Now perhaps
you'll show us again

the scene of the robbery.

Very well.

There was fifty
silver in that box

which as you can
see is now unusable.

Fortunately the
rest of the money

was on its way to the bank.

It was close to the very hour

Doyle came back
for some of this things.

I know he needs money,

for he has no patients.

Well, not surprising if you've
spread word that I'm a thief.

And you were where
when he came back.

In my study,
working on my invention.

Good, that is
conclusive I think.

It is generally true

that the more
flamboyant crimes

afford the easiest solutions.

Then you can prove who it was.

Certainly.

Observe.

(Gunshot)

This pistol was
the means of entry.

Of course,
you removed the bullet.

But once again as
I observed before,

here are unmistakable
steel fragments in the wood.

Now,

only you had
access to this weapon

before lending it to me.

And steel bullets
are unique to you

and your
preposterous invention.

So, if you wish to
avoid an action for slander,

I suggest you
take from the box

the money owing to Doyle

and pay your assistant Baynes.

The nerve of that man

to think I liked
and trusted him.

Is it true you
said he was remarkable.

I'd have said
only to the development

of his massive self esteem.

If his medical
skills had kept pace,

he could have become a legend.

My old colleague,
Dr. Frasier said

he put word around
about your practice.

Your luck could
be changing Doyle.

Good afternoon, madam,
-- Good day.

Dr. Doyle.

Please step this way.

Three patients, doctor.

I can now afford
to buy you dinner.

Before you go back?

Oh, I thought
you would not mind

if I commandeered
a wee corner up here.

Uh, huh.

You're writing notes
of the Turnavine business.

Oh, and I'm hardly
troubled to write notes

on Turnavine's little joke.

No, another matter
brought me south.

It was in your letter.

What matter.

Miss Heather Grace

and the solitary cyclist.

I am grateful for your
intervention, doctor,

and even more
grateful for my patients.

I scarcely want to
see you disappointed,

but this cyclist is
probably some timid suitor.

Besides I made my
own investigation.

No doubt you did.

But every conclusion
you drew was wrong.

The mystery is as
strange and disturbing

as the Turnavine
matter was trivial.

We must call a cab.

Young Baynes has
offered to assist us.

It is high time to
explore the grounds.

Had a good citing though

and I followed your
precepts to the letter,

investigation,
observation, conclusion.

So what could
be wrong with that.

Almost everything.

You're hiding place
was useless for a start.

Had you been behind that tree,

you could had a clear
view of the cyclist.

As it is, You can
tell even less about him

than your witness.

Yet I saw him.

You saw a vague outline.

Indeed the sum total of
the knowledge you gained

is that her story is true.

Well, what of that,

I never doubted
it for a minute.

There's tracks here.

Yes .

Tire marks.

Well done, Baynes.

We'll make
a detective of you yet.

Well, I have the time
before I return to Bart's.

It will keep me
away from my creditors

and thanks to you sir,

Turnavine has paid up.

Good.

Well, you know my suspicions.

I have caught him
spying on Miss Grace.

She was main
cause of our quarrel.

The tracks lead nowhere.

There's something grim about
this place, is there not.

Is it because highwaymen were
hanged on a jibbed back there

or something else.

I can at least tell you
who the young lady believed

was following her.

His name was Ian Coatley.

Is he dead.

Oh yes.

He was hanged for the murder

of Miss Grace's
parents at Abby Mill.

One of the ugliest
crimes of the 1870's.

Your patient was lucky
to escape with her life.

The man had killed
at least four times.

I am there in the corridor.

My feet are cut

because the floor has stones

that are sharp like knives.

I look back

and I see him following.

Always the figure coming
after you in your own home.

Yes,

saying he will
come back for me.

It's been like that
since you lost your family.

I can understand what
a torment it has been.

You were the
first I ever told.

What I have related
does not shock you.

No,

doctors should be unshockable.

Why, is there more.

A little.

You say your friend, Dr. Bell

wants look into
the matter of the cyclist.

Yes .

And he says to tell you,

your ghost is flesh and blood.

He is not Ian Coatley.

It's so strange to
hear someone say his name.

Of course, no one does now.

I can understand that,

but he's dead.

Yes .

If you knew how many
times I said that to myself,

he is dead.

They saw him hanged.

I swear to you, it is not him.

He's in his grave.

Please God,
he's at peace there.

So, this is where
her family once lived

and the murders took place.

Abby min.

A scene of crime
I've long wanted to visit.

It is now
I understand a school

and no doubt closed
for the holidays.

Not one I would
choose to attend.

Now, come Doyle.

Did not Stoney House
have a similar bleakness.

What happened to the family.

Oh, it followed the
pattern of Ian Coatley's

other murders to the letter.

He had killed
her mother and daughter

in cold blood in Middlesex

and taken their money.

He was renting
a room near here

and heard gossiped about
the wealthy Grace family.

They were perfect prey.

They had money,
they were isolated

and they too had
an attractive daughter.

My God.

He always made a point
of insinuating himself

into the lives of his victims

and cultivating their
friendship and trust.

He was a handsome devil,

and not without charm.

Here, I dug this out
of the police records.

(Singing voices)

Oh, it seems I was
wrong about the holidays.

God forbid.

So this man Coatley
became a friend.

Uh, huh.

And then?

It seems likely that he
was increasingly frustrated

in his attempts to discover

where the father
kept his money.

And when he turned,

his temper was fowl.

One night,

a laborer outside
heard the screams.

He had killed the
mother on these stairs.

Ms. Grace was injured

but managed to get
away into the trees.

She was in a terrible
state quite distraught,

her feet all cut.

He was arrested at
an inn some miles away

and he confessed
almost at once.

To make matters worse,

he even wrote gloating letters

from the condemned cell

proud of what he'd done.

And the father?

Ah,

if I remember
the details correctly,

he was found here

in this corridor,

his skull was crushed.

He had been stamped to death.

(Knock on door)

Gentlemen.

We did not mean to interrupt.

I understood the
school was on holiday.

Oh, it is.

Sit down boys.

These chaps have
furthest to travel.

They set off at dawn tomorrow.

You'll find the whole
place quite deserted by then.

And it is a beautiful
place, is it not Dr. Doyle.

Yes, I know who you are.

The fact is I stood
outside your house debating

whether to come and see you.

I am Dr. Bell.

Guy Greenwell.

Very soon hoping to become
Miss Grace's fianc?e.

I see you've heard of me.

Come and I'll show you around.

Thank you.

It is a wonderful
place despite the tragedy.

You would surely
not expect Miss Grace

to come back and live here.

Oh, her family still
own the freehold,

but no, I would
never ask that of her.

I teach for pleasure,

not for a living.

Even in the holidays,
I like to tutor.

My estate is up
the valley here.

Close by her uncle.

Why yes.

Though her uncle is
very keen on the matter,

to be honest,

I do not want to
press her for an answer.

I'm aware how
greatly she suffered

at the time of
her parent's death.

And that you perhaps know
she was engaged before.

A military man I believe,

he left her for another,

it was shameful.

As for me, I am only too aware

the imminence
of her inheritance

might seem a motive.

Is it?

I would very much like to give
Dr. Doyle the answer to that.

Miss Grace's feelings for
me have cooled a little

since she met you sir.

You would of course expect
me to dislike you for that,

but you'd be wrong.

I judge her taste
to be extraordinary,

therefore I think well of you.

I strongly feel that any
woman must have the right

to make up her own mind

and have every hope
she'll come to a decision

in my favor very soon.

I hope that
answers your question.

Admirably.

The sentiments are handsome,

but from better experience,

I know how a man can say
one thing and do another.

Then I can only ask you
to judge me by experience.

I'm delighted you're helping to ensure Miss.
Grace's safety.

I've heard these stories
she's being followed.

Awful in view
of what happened.

Almost like some visitation
if you believe in such things.

My property border's
that part of the wood,

but I have seen nothing.

This is our cab.

You have no idea

who might be interested
in her movements.

Why no.

But I cannot bear to
think of her being hurt.

Good.

For, we are determined
to ensure that she's not.

Good day sir.

Good day.

Good day.

I do not trust him.

He certainly seems
concerned by our activities.

So, let us expedite them.

Tomorrow Doyle,

you must return to
your observation post.

This time, I hope

with better results.

Thank you.

Dr. Doyle has told me
you're an investigator.

I am a doctor and a surgeon,

but since
a surgeon uses a method

of observation and deduction

to make his diagnosis,

you could describe
me as an investigator.

Now, You can be
perfectly frank,

Dr. Doyle and I

are considering
your problem together.

I understand it is a matter
of weeks until your birthday

when you will come
into your inheritance.

That is true.

And how do you feel about the
intentions of Mr. Greenwell.

He and my uncle
are great friends.

So my uncle is very
keen on the match.

He's very careful of
my welfare Dr. Bell.

Of course.

You were engaged
before I understand.

Yes .

To a naval captain.

He told me he had no
wish to see me again.

He is in Natal.

Natal, East South Africa

and you have heard no
more from this captain.

Captain Horler.

Horler.

No.

And nor do I expect to.

Is there anyone
you can think of

who may be harboring resentful
feelings towards you.

No.

Well, it is true,
Dr. Turnavine

took an interest
that was not welcome.

I $66.

But you have never
recognized this figure.

Were there no occasions
at all when it came close.

Never,

well there was.

Yes .

Something I've not said
because it led nowhere.

I would be grateful to
hear everything and anything

because I take
this very seriously.

Well, once,

at night on that road,

it was very windy.

I told myself
I would not be scared.

But I started to
get very frightened.

I was so sure he
was almost upon me.

It's like my nightmare
where I am running.

Always running,

my feet cut and bleeding,

and sometimes I fall.

And did you fall
on this occasion.

Yes, I lost my footing

and tumbled by
the side of the road.

I was so sure he was on me.

I closed my eyes and waited.

But I could feel his hand

touching

and hear something,
a whispering.

I opened my eyes

and there was no one.

It must have been in my mind.

That is what I tell myself

it must have been.

Hello.

Hello.

Aaaah!

We can only thank
providence for those bushes

or he would have
broken your neck.

Can we now agree
that this case is serious.

Nothing at all.

Whoever was here has fled.

Inspector, let me introduce
Dr. Doyle and Mr. Baynes.

Gentlemen, this
is Inspector Warner.

I'm sorry for what
happened to you sir.

But I feel sure Dr. Bell here

will get to the
bottom of this business.

I telegraphed for references
when he first arrived.

Most impressive.

I will be grateful for
any help you can give us.

Thank you.

You know my help must
remain confidential.

Of course,

gentlemen.

Inspector, can I have a word?

Now, Doyle, before we go,

can I ask you to brave
this house one more time.

With two stout
policemen, with lamps.

What took you to the window.

A black piece of cloth,

maybe a scarf.

What?

It fluttered there

making a noise
like a bat in the wind.

I heard it

and it was at the very window

when I saw the
figure from below.

They found no black cloth.

Then he must have taken it.

It was here.

I came forward to
look and he was on me.

Ah, yes.

Here are some
strands of material.

Open that for me.

I'm sure it was Turnavine.

He has a cloak
and has been out all day.

Tomorrow Doyle,

we will call on the
young lady's guardians.

Sorry, but if I could
keep watching the road, sir,

I would love to have
a chance to prove my theory.

Very well, Baynes,

I would be glad of it.

But you know what
happened to Doyle there.

So on no account,
and I mean that,

on no account
go into the wood.

I am Heather's
aunt, gentlemen,

her poor late mother's sister.

It is my hope

that she will
marry Guy Greenwell

as soon as possible

and this stupidity will end.

Stupidity.

Well, the poor
girl has such dreams

and my husband has
little patience with them.

She was engaged
before you know,

to Captain Horler

who treated her shamefully.

If you would wait in here.

Interesting companions.

For some.

A tarantula.

Some time since
I've seen you my friend.

Which one of you is Doyle.

I am.

My niece is not here.

I'm glad you've come because
I wanted to talk to you.

I believe sir
you have designs upon her.

You must stop all
dealings with her at once.

I'm sure she can
make her own decisions.

You seem unaware
I'm her doctor.

Which makes the
impropriety all the grosser.

I can vouch for my
young colleague Mr. Blythe.

We are here on
a matter of some importance.

Who are you sir?

I am Dr. Joseph Bell

of Edinburgh University.

The Dr. Bell?

Head of operative surgery?

Who wrote the monograph
on the adaptation

of the eye of distance?

The same.

Why did you not
say so Dr. Bell.

I studied botany

and zoology in London

until I withdrew here

to supervise
my own collection.

Did you see it.

I did.

I'm most intrigued
by the tarantula.

Ah, yes,

a deadly little man.

But venomless.

I extract their venom.

It's one of my hobbies.

Oh I'm a dabbler, a mere

picker up of shells on the
shores of the ocean's science.

You of all people
would understand.

Dr. Bell, your orbital
development is so pronounced

that a cast of your skull

would be an ornament to
any museum such as this.

Thank you, I'm not
quite ready to donate it.

Mr. Blythe, we are convinced
that your niece is in danger.

There is a figure
that follows her.

My niece has two
great defects, Dr. Bell.

She is wildly over-imaginative

and may very soon be rich.

The latter causes
men to follow her

and to fight over her.

While the former conjures
even greater threats.

You should think twice
about any account she gives.

I am attempting
for her own sake

to retain supervision
of her inheritance

and I'm advancing
my legal claim to do so.

She has a nervous affliction.

Which makes her
ill-suited for the money.

And I should imagine
the interest on it

is of considerable help

in financing your collection.

I shall not take
that as an insult.

My wife has means of her own.

In any case, as soon as my
niece marries Mr. Greenwell,

I shall settle them
both with the money

where she will be
out of harm's way

and in proper hands.

So, I fear your
errand here is pointless.

Oh, I see you prefer a cloak
out of doors, Mr. Blythe.

You must find the hood useful.

I collect
specimens at all times

and in all weathers Dr. Bell.

There is
a fine nest of Vipera Berus

in the wood below the house.

I like to take
the outer skins

while their alive

and milk their venom.

It's something I'm good at.

Perhaps you care to join me.

What a man.

You saw the cloaks.

Certainly he has
a motive for frightening her.

But in themselves,

the cloaks prove nothing.

Dr. Doyle, I...

Have you been walking.

And thinking.

I've thought so much
of what we said last time.

Brings it all back.

Perhaps it is better
to try not to forget,

but to face it.

Bad things may not happen.

I believe that.

And I trust you Dr. Doyle.

Yes .

There are areas of shadows

strike me as unusual.

And pools of darker color,

but I believe
they're slightly smaller.

And yours.

I think I see conscience

faith in them.

Sometimes I feel
little enough of either.

I was brought up a Catholic.

I believe in something,

I cannot always find
the clarity you know.

Yes .

I want so much to
be clear in myself too.

You see when my parents died,

I was young _

I often wondered if I
would ever move beyond it,

find love,

there was a love,

one love.

Captain Horler.

And when it ended

and he left me,

I thought that nothing would
ever make me whole again,

€V€I'.

I could not
find someone again.

I know that feeling.

Do you.

Do you think it is
possible to move on.

Leave the past.

I hope wounds can heal.

I wish so much I could
tell you what it was like.

I would just...

Will you tell me
what happened to you.

It was a long time ago.

It makes no difference

as you said yourself.

There's little to say.

I was engaged to be married.

She died.

Bell failed.

A vicious, pointless crime

murder for the sake of it.

Even now one day we
hope to see justice.

And you keep thinking
that over and over

is there something
I could have done,

some action I should
have taken or resisted.

Was I a coward.

I know that.

I was sure you did.

I knew from the moment
of our first interview

that we shared it.

It was as if I could
read your thoughts.

(Doorbell ringing)

I arrived late.

This is my last patient.

If you would wait,

I'd prefer to
see you safely home.

So you did not
want to be a doctor.

No, a soldier.

I was weaned on
tales of my great uncle

who led the
Scottish Brigade at Waterloo.

I think your mother was
right to guide you then.

It is not always so.

Sometimes you
can feel stifled

if decisions are made for you.

I will be honest.

There are times when the
marriage my people propose

feels to me like a prison.

Then why proceed.

Because at others
I think they may be right.

You know my fears.

I have counseled
you against them.

I'm so glad we've met.

Sometimes I like
to walk by the sea

on evenings like this.

Perhaps one day.

I would like nothing
better in the world

than to accompany you.

But if...

No, I was going to say that

if we were to
become close friends,

then I think it
would be best for me

to stop as your doctor.

Yes .

And if it is not forward,

I honestly believe
now it is so.

Miss Grace.

I was waiting for you.

I think we must have a word

as I'm sure
you will understand.

Mr. Greenwell.

Dr. Doyle,

take my carriage if you wish,

it is around the other side.

No, I do not want it.

I was invited to
take tea with Miss Grace.

I think you said she'd
be making up her own mind.

But of course she must decide.

Miss Grace, your
uncle is aware I'm here.

I'm sorry Dr. Doyle.

I'm coming back for you.

I'm coming back for you.

(Scream)

Doctor.

Why it's still early.

No, it is not early.

It is not early at all.

It is late.

Are you ready.

Ready?

I have already sent
word to Inspector Warner.

Baynes did not return
to his lodging last night.

It's not so far to that house.

Perhaps he
sought shelter there.

Doyle.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

What has been done to him.

He's been dead for some time.

But he's standing.

Only because the
earth supports him.

The police are
down by the road.

Go and fetch them, will you.

His feet are weighted.

His hands are tied.

What sort of killer
would bury his victim

alive and standing Dr. Bell.

(Doorbell ringing)

Dr. Bell and Dr. Doyle.

Turnavine.

I aim at your heart Dr. Bell.

That magnet over there

will draw the bullet
well up to your left.

If it does not, you will
be arrested for my murder

and possibly Baynes' as well.

Yes, I heard about that.

The man had gambling
debts as you know.

No, that's no good,
you're almost on the magnet.

It will hit you.

Exactly.

And then you'd be
killing me for no purpose.

Baynes said you
spied on Miss Grace.

You take an interest
in her, do you not.

Perhaps.

I never knew a woman
could be quite so forward.

Of course I am aware
that they find me attractive.

It's been a curse Laddie.

Though at times,
a pleasant enough one.

I hear it was you who
made advances to her.

Oh, like any woman,

she wanted my attention.

I had to resist her charms.

You have not the
slightest notion of decency.

And now you use her
to cover your own lechery.

You know how furious you were

when she asked
to be my patient.

Oh well.

You're welcome to her.

We know what she is.

Although it is Greenwell who
set his heart on her money

and will surely get it.

And what makes you say that.

Oh, I have heard gossip

that the death
of Miss Grace's parents

suited him down to the ground.

For they had no time for him.

You know,

I should arrange
another of my dramas

around Miss Grace.

The last time was a small
enough affair I grant you.

But still a minor triumph.

Did you not think Bell.

Only be warned,

next time I shall not
make it so easy for you.

Now, you just
listen to me Laddie.

These are serious matters

and they involve
people, not toys.

Any further
dramas around Miss Grace

and I will personally ensure

that you are disbarred

from practicing medicine
anywhere in these islands.

I cannot breathe.

Do we have an
understanding Laddie.

Very well.

But I think you are
in deep waters gentlemen.

I wonder if you
have grasped how deep.

This is my room Dr. Bell.

I feel foolish enough.

I had been better,
but last night again,

the same nightmare.

He pursues me,

cloaked, cyclist thing.

I cried out,
fortunately my aunt heard.

It felt far better
to have her here.

I just want to be
certain everything is secure.

But, nothing has
happened has it.

We had...

We are following
various avenues.

Oh, where is your locket.

Oh yes, it is odd.

She woke up today
and it was gone.

She carried it everywhere,

it belonged to her mother.

It was removed from here.

I cannot think.

I kept it in my jewelry box.

It was there on
the bedside table

and yet this
morning, it was gone.

(Music playing)

Oh, that's the song we
had the school boys singing.

Mrs. Blythe, would
you have any objection

to moving a servant in here
to keep Miss Grace company.

Why, I will sleep
in here myself tonight

and I will lock the
doors and the windows,

we shall be snug.

I would feel better.

Good.

Is your husband about.

Well I am not sure.

He, was on one of
his long specimen hunts.

I haven't seen
him since last night.

Well, should we
try and find him.

Yes .

You're sure
nothing's happened.

With your permission, ma'am,

I wish to have
a talk with Miss Grace

about her symptoms.

I will be along presently.

Dr. Bell seems so concerned.

Hmm.

I would hope after
our last conversation

you might be able to take
me into your confidence.

That is if
something has happened.

Dr. Bell.

I was out very late.

I don't wish to disturb the
house so I slept down here.

While you were out,

did you see anyone.

Oh yes.

These pretty friends

nobody else, sir.

A man was murdered
in your wood last night.

Is that so.

We live in
a barbaric age, do we not.

I noticed your other
cloak was missing.

What?

Oh, it's not mine,

it belongs to Mr. Greenwell.

Oh, does it.

Mr. Blythe,

of course you recall the night

of the Abby Mill murders.

It's not something
one forgets.

The case has so
many inconsistencies.

What I hadn't realized
was that on that night

you and Guy Greenwell
were here together

so you shared an alibi.

We hardly needed one.

Yet you both benefited.

You have enjoyed
eight years of the interest

and now with
your encouragement,

Greenwell stands
to gain the principle.

That is quite outrageous sir.

You suggest a false alibi.

And you must know
Coatley confessed.

Oh, I know it very well.

Will you tell me.

Yes .

A man who I think
you do not know

was murdered in the wood.

Oh my God.

It is for me.

You don't know that.

I am cursed.

It will always return.

It will not.

I swear it.

I thought I could
leave the past behind.

If I marry Mr. Greenwell,

this horror will stop.

He's told me as much.

Do not listen.

I can assure you my
niece is not of sound mind.

She was confined once
before for her own good

and we may do it again.

Yes, rather than
see our money disappear,

I'm sure you would.

But a young man
has been murdered

and I intend to
find out who killed him.

(Knock on door)

I think we must go Doyle.

I tell you it utter folly,

she is not merely a patient.

She is a key witness
in our investigation.

I am quite aware of that.

There is nothing
to alter my feelings.

Yes, and that is
precisely what concerns me.

Come on.

Do you not understand

she is terrified of Greenwell

and what he will do.

He's making her think Coatley
has come back from the dead.

How can we leave her here,

the whole place reeks of fear.

If you bring
her into the town,

you only put her
in greater danger.

He will be on
the front she said.

He takes a class there.

I accept that
Greenwell is involved.

It is the nature
of his involvement

we have to determine.

If he and Blythe collude,

they may even kill her.

There he is.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Greenwell,

there are matters we
wish to discuss with you.

Evidently.

I see you've torn your cloak,

how did that happen.

It was ripped on
some briars while I was...

what are you accusing me of?

It is our belief

you are guilty of
intimidating Miss Grace.

I utterly deny that.

I am in love with her.

It's a strange kind of love

that causes such fear.

I do not like
your tone Dr. Doyle.

It is you who have
caused so much misery of her.

Raising hopes that cannot
possibly be fulfilled.

Can you not understand
her birthday is soon now

and her uncle will
challenge the settlement

unless she accepts me.

She may even be
sent back to an asylum.

Even if she cares for you,

it is only
a passing infatuation.

There is no question she
will marry me in the end.

Sir.

Just a moment, Hanson.

We cannot have this out here.

Perhaps you disbelieve
in the supernatural.

Well, I can show you
how much evil has returned.

Come to the mill this evening.

You will see why she
needs my protection.

My God.

Bell, the guilt of the man.

His talk about the
supernatural is pure evasion.

I never believed all that
painful honesty for a moment

and now we see the truth.

I'm going to her.

I have begged you
not to become involved.

It is my decision.

The servants said
I might find you here.

Is your uncle at home.

No.

He's out.

No don't.

I don't want to be near you.

I'm sorry.

I had time to reflect.

I understand.

But, Surely you must know
I come only to help you.

Then do so.

Get away from here now.

I am a coward.

You probably heard I ended
in asylum for a short time.

It's obviously
where I should be.

No.

There is no
surprise or shame in it

after what happened to you.

Do not let anyone
say you are mad.

You are not.

No?

I want to believe it so much.

Heather, oh there you are.

I was worried about you.

Doctor.

He's leaving.

For their sakes,

do not try to help me.

So, was your visit to
Miss Grace a fruitful one?

Hmm?

She must be removed
from that house.

Hmm.

Warner said he'd meet us here.

There will be no
singing on this...

Why should I give it to you?

I told you to,

you have no right.

(Scream)

Aah!

Hello.

I went to get you some water.

You are concussed.

What has happened.

Greenwell did not survive.

His notebook told me nothing,

just some odd letters.

They would have
you in hospital,

but I wanted to
look after you myself.

Meanwhile of course,

they're stampeding all
over the scene of the crime

like a herd of elephants.

Heather?

Have no fear.

I had word two hours ago.

She and her aunt
are perfectly all right.

Indeed one of Warner's men

was with them all evening.

But again, note,

her uncle was out.

Thank you.

Tomorrow.

Yes, yes.

We will make new
arrangements for her.

What was it Greenwell
wanted to show us.

If only we knew that.

So, here is a list of boarding
establishments near your house

which should be quite safe

and dull in the extreme,

I hope she can
stand the tedium.

Dr. Bell.

Warner.

Doyle, glad
to see you better, sir.

It's a terrible business.

Yes .

Doyle thinks that it might
be wiser to move Miss Grace

into the town.

Where he feels
she would be safer.

But I don't understand.

I sent a sergeant round
to you with the news.

He would have missed us.

What news.

She was on her way to see you.

You can do nothing
by staying here sir.

We can find nothing.

We shall try
again at first light.

Her uncle.

We've questioned him

and he seems upset.

Upset, what do you expect.

He's an actor.

Give me time with him alone.

We cannot do that sir.

Well, I'm not leaving.

So, doctor, have we lost.

I do not know.

I wanted to bring her back

you recall, if we had done so.

If her uncle is responsible,

he could have abducted her

from any boarding house.

We have failed again doctor.

It is as before.

We have not failed yet.

Perhaps mistakes
have been made

in the more serious
cases, there often are.

But we have not yet lost.

That is your opinion.

No, it is fact.

About poor Baynes,

there is something
I need to research.

You'll have heard
of Majuba Hill.

The Boer Massacre.

Yes .

I have of necessity

had to content
myself with telegrams

in order to stay by you,

but now that you're
physically whole,

I must get on with
the investigation,

with you or without you.

Very well,

if you think it
will do any good.

Believe me,

in the darkest
hours, sometimes.

It is just so sad.

If only Horler had not
treated her so badly.

She talked to me
of her one great love.

She was hoping
to move on from it.

What did you say.

That she talked
of one love, why.

Yes, of course.

You know how lovers sometimes

carve their
initials on a tree,

a pledge of their love.

Yes .

Look.

But these
initials are ancient.

They can't have
nothing to do with that.

I agree,

but if you follow
two chains of thought,

you will at last find
some point of interception

that should lead you
approximately to the truth

and it is here

on this tree.

I'm very grateful to you.

You have helped me to
understand something.

Thank God you're here,
I must speak with you.

You have to help me sir.

The police have been
questioning me for hours.

And it's you who press them.

I keep telling
them I have no idea

what has happened to my niece.

I'm no longer
challenging the inheritance.

A simple wonder.

In a matter of days she would
have inherited her estate

and if she is dead,

you of course would
still stand to gain sir.

You think I want her dead.

First poor Guy,

and now her.

It's awful.

Why Mr. Blythe,

I'm glad to
find you here because

I wanted to talk to you.

Majuba Hill.

Does that name
mean anything to you.

How did...

that's supposed to be private.

He's a poor devil.

But he went back overseas.

No sir.

I believe that poor
devil is part of this.

Tell me,

how did they first meet.

He was stationed
near the house.

The royal marines, they
were engaged in exercises.

And what was his field.

He was the ammunitions officer.

Of course.

And why are we wasting time.

We may already be too late.

I do not understand.

There is no time
for explanations.

We need the help
of Inspector Warner

and the tools
of the geologist,

an axe, and
above all, an auger.

Tell them to keep
quiet at all costs.

We may already have lost her.

Keep it quiet Warner.

Quiet down.

Yes Sir.

What is this now.

I've followed him faithfully,

but I hope he hasn't
taken leave of his senses.

No.

It will happen to us first.

Here, Doyle.

Nothing,

nothing,

but I'm certain.

Yes, I knew it.

Now, we have to
find the line of it.

There,

that mound
will be the entrance.

Yes .

If there is a handle,
it would be on the other side.

We'll need tools
to get it opened.

Yes, you see, it's wood.

But how could he get
a bicycle down there.

He wouldn't need to.

According to my information,

this whole area

is a warren of
old ammunition tunnels

which he would
have helped excavate.

There will be other
entrances of course,

but this one,
we can pries open.

You'll have to send some of
our men down there with lamps.

I suspect it leads
to the Derelict house

and there should be
an entrance at that end,

probably under the stairs.

Doyle and I
will try to find it.

Williams, Toolan.

Heather?

Oh my God,
I fear we're too late.

Doctor.

I'm here.

No.

Doyle.

Aaaah!

Come on, quickly.

Come on.

Hold him Warner, hold him.

Get him down on the ground.

Tie his hands.

She's fainted.

We must get her
up and out of here.

Get him down now, come on.

Observe the knots Doyle.

And the tied twine.

That was what first told me

he'd been in the navy.

That and the fragments
of his marine scarf.

It was only then I saw the
full significance of Natal.

But if he had abandoned her,

why did he come back.

The initials on that
tree gave me the answer.

I cannot see why.

What is it.

Is she all right.

We are very fortunate.

She is quite unharmed.

But who is he.

His name is Horler,

a former captain
of the marines

who took part in
the battle Majuba Hill

and the east African
Province of the Natal.

He lost half his face

and most of his
mind it would seem.

But his skill and excavation

have not deserted him

and he became
fanatically jealous

of the woman he left here.

Get him up.

I'm extremely
grateful Dr. Bell.

I met Horler in London
after the Majuba Massacre.

I kept it to myself.

I genuinely thought
of going back.

Thank you again.

Well, if I only
had your brains,

I'd have made the
connection to South Africa.

The Boer Massacre's caused
enough sensation around here

and we can see the results
on every street corner.

The burial with weighted feet

has meted out to traitors
in the same campaign.

My congratulations Bell.

Thank you,
I do not deserve them.

Come, come, it's
wrapped up very nicely.

There can be no doubt

he killed
Baynes and Greenwell.

No doubt at all he killed them

and brutally.

Bell,

it's all good news.

She's...

Bell,

what are you
doing in the dark?

This is insufferable Bell.

I know you prefer
work to everything,

but the case is over.

It's four days now
and still you sit here.

I want to ask you a favor.

Of course.

If you wish to stay
for another month,

I will be delighted.

No, I've trespassed on
your hospitality long enough.

I shall be returning to
Edinburgh in a few days.

Then what?

Oh, sometimes the aftermath
of a case bores me,

but there are always
the odd loose ends.

I had a chat with
Miss Grace's uncle

who appears to
be a sane enough man

in spite of all
his eccentricities.

He is concerned about
all she's been through.

Now that she's inherited,

she intends to get
away from here for a time.

I hope very much to visit her.

What is the favor.

Well,

I only wish you
to return with me

to the scene of Greenwell's
murder before I go.

But you have solved it.

Yes, yes, I'm quite satisfied
that Horler is responsible.

There are just
one or two points

I need to clarify.

Very well.

But not that it's
a place I wish to revisit.

What did you study.

Oh, just the file on Coatley.

Good night Doyle.

Good night.

It's still the holidays.

I'm surprised it is opened.

Oh, I contacted the owner.

The new owner that is.

Where is she.

(Woman singing)

Even so, you should
not have asked her.

She comes back rarely enough.

Think of the memories it has.

Dr. Bell,

I wanted to come
for I've had no occasion

to thank you personally
for all you did.

I did my best,

but I seemed to have
failed in every respect.

I do not see how you
could have done more.

Though I suppose
the mark of success

is someone who
accepts failure.

Like the knight in your song.

It is very sad, is it not.

He bleeds.

He bleeds for others

and I have a feeling

that it is here in this room,

in this very spot

that the song means
something special to you.

Yes .

I associate it with this room.

Bell,

I wanted to help you,

but why drag Miss Grace
back to this house.

I would prefer to see
her safely home now.

No, I would like to stay.

I want to hear
whatever the doctor says.

I owe him that.

Thank you.

I have been thinking
about Captain Horler

and why he came back.

You were engaged
to him, were you not

and he broke off
the engagement.

I was a fool.

Because of course everything
would make far more sense

if you had broken
off the engagement...

What?

...And broken his heart

just as later the Boers

broke his mind and his body.

If he had spurned you,

why was he here.

It was only when
I realized that Horler

was not the
knight in your song,

and that you had spurned him

that I concluded he
must be your cyclist.

What are you saying.

Do you think I arranged
for him to pursue me.

No, at first you
were very frightened.

You genuinely didn't
know who the figure was

and feared it was
only in your mind,

but when you
discovered it was Horler,

you realized
he could be used.

You're mad.

I truly believe you've
taken your detection too far

and it's gone to your head.

But I know where
you're leading

and I want you to give it up.

How could she have
had anything to do

with Baynes death
or Greenwells

for the first she was in bed

having a nightmare.

The second she and her aunt

were with one of Warner's men.

All that is true.

She was not
physically present,

but still she was involved.

No.

Yes .

Baynes died because he had
seen her and Horler together.

She regretted that
but still she did nothing

because she had found
the means to escape Greenwell

who was blackmailing
her into marriage

and in the end
I very much fear

she played on the
jealousy of Captain Horler

as skillfully as she
plays on that piano.

This is unfair, this is cruel.

What possible
motive could she have.

There is none.

Oh yes.

The motive.

With some regret,

I will show you.

There.

What happened
in that corridor.

That is your motive.

Damn you.

Bell!
-- It was you.

You broke your father's skull

and stabbed your mother,

not Ian Coatley.

How can you say that.

He confessed Bell.

Yes, because the man
knew he was doomed anyway.

They had him for
the earlier murders.

He hanged for her.

This is blind
assumption and lies.

Then will you do
something for me.

Will you open your locket.

It's personal.

I know.

I have Seen if.

That symbol is
a lover's pledge.

land H,

Ian & Heather intertwined,

one love.

He cared for her very deeply,

as so many others have done.

And having realized that,

I gradually began to unearth

all the discrepancies
at the trial,

every account speaks
of her barefoot bleeding.

Again and again
I ask myself why.

Where were her shoes.

The grounds were
searched for days

and no shoes were ever found.

They must have been buried

or destroyed

and Coatley's shoes

were free of blood.

Even his letters from
prison did not gloat.

If you read them aright,

they are veiled love letters.

They refer only to his pride

in the sacrifice

he was making for her.

But even if this were true,

the case is closed.

Why would she
pursue the matter now.

Because her uncle had his
suspicions as did Greenwell.

And neither of them
wish to reopen the case

and besides
there was no evidence.

But the question of her
inheritance was another matter.

Greenwell snatched the locket
and wanted us to see it.

To him it proved
she was possessed.

They had put her
in an asylum before,

and if she'd
refuse to marry him,

they would do so again.

The cyclist therefore,

when he came,

he came as a godsend.

Horler was a way out for her.

A path to freedom

as you were Doyle,

BS YOU Were.

You are too late.

I know that.

No court would follow me.

I have no way of
bringing you to justice.

But I'll tell you this.

If you do not plead with the
jury for clemency for Horler,

I will risk my own career

to expose you.

I have no wish to hurt him,

I never did.

I was horrified by what
he'd endured in Africa.

But.

But,

I realized I had
power over him.

And so when
I became desperate,

I did provoke his
attack on Mr. Greenwell.

But I never desired
the death of your friend.

I could not always
control Horler,

you saw that
when you rescued me.

I will be happy to see

he receives clemency.

Then we are agreed.

We need say it no more.

Say no more.

Well what happened here.

What happened in this house.

Were they cruel.

No, but there was little love.

It felt like a prison.

But I did love.

They would never
allow it, never.

I wanted so much to tell you.

I tried.

It happened in this room.

You and Coatley.

Yes .

They found us that night.

There.

It was the happiest
night of my life.

I've never known
so much happiness,

never.

What was I to do, what?

That's why the
song means so much.

It was he who sang it.

He was my bleeding knight.

And he did bleed.

He died for me.

And when it was over,

I made up my
mind what I wanted.

I had waited for it so long

and they were
going to stop me,

take my
independence, my freedom,

all the things
you know as a right.

Have you any idea

what it is like to lose them.

And your eyes?

It was real, I swear.

My eyes, are always the same

around this time of year

when they died.

Look at the crowd, gentlemen,

she is greatly loved.

We are very grateful Dr. Bell.

Oh, and she is leaving
a present for Dr. Doyle.

Something she says
she no longer wants.

I have spoken
to Inspector Warner.

He thinks the captain
will be deemed mad

and spared the gallows.

Yes, he told me.

I will not thank you

but you may conclude
our agreement stands.

Remember I said
I saw something in you.

It was all true.

It was a lie.

No it was not.

Most of what I
told you was the truth.

I knew we shared something.

And you ought to realize

I was seventeen ,

and what I did, however awful,

I did for love.

Will you say nothing.

Only that I believed
in you once.

Then you must face something.

Part of you always will.

My own.

As to what your thinking,

there must be a way.

A way?

To apply my method

as rigorously to
human character

as to forensic detail.

Let me think about it.

I would be glad if you did.

To our next case.

To my further education.

And to mine.

What?

And to mine.

And to mine.

(Music playing)

Murder Room: The Patient's Eyes
origional air date 04-Sept-01

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