Mystery!: Campion (1989–1990): Season 2, Episode 3 - Dancers in Mourning: Part 1 - full transcript

THEME SONG PLAYING...

♪ We're over the moon

♪ We're up in the sky

♪ Not a moment too soon

♪ We're learning to fly

♪ We're over the moon

♪ Never been there before

♪ They're singing our tune

♪ Across the top of the globe

♪ We're over the moon

♪ Flying high in the sky



♪ Yes, we're learning to fly

♪ To fly over the moon

♪ Ahh-ahh-ahh

♪ The lady is lovely

♪ The lady is free

♪ There's only one place for

♪ That lady to be

♪ That's here in my arms

♪ For the whole world to see

♪ Because my lady was lucky
in love

♪ In love with

♪ Me

♪ In love with me ♪

It was a wonderful
play! - I'm glad you liked it.



- Now, who's this for?
- It's for me, Rosie.

Rosie, all right.

- There we are, Rosie.
- Thank you!

- I've seen in three times.
- Three times! My dear fellow.

What a glutton for punishment
you are.

Good night, everybody!

Good night,
Mr Sutane!

Be sure to come again,
won't you.

Good.

We've put up fresh glass
almost every other day.

Sutane's manager, Jacqueline
Petrie, telephoned us.

But Scotland Yard does have
rather more pressing business.

Oh, thank you, Lugg.

I thought it might be the sort
of thing you'd enjoy, Albert.

Vie de boheme, smell of the
grease paint, and so on?

♪ The lady is lovely

♪ The lady is free

♪ There's only one place where

♪ That lady should be ♪

Yes. Thank you, Lugg.

♪ Oranges, sir? Penny a pair

♪ Firm and juicy Free as the air

♪ Oh, it's so nice to be the
mistress of a king

♪ 'Cause you can get to put
on fancy clothes and rings

#Charlie is me boo
and a lucky so-and-so

♪ What respect to be
The plaything of a king ♪

Anything new?

Well, she isn't.

I meant disturbances.

50 if she's a day.

Actually, she's 42.

Chloe Pye.

Look out!

No disturbances.

Not with me on watch.

They all worship him.

Excuse me, please. Keep aside.
Keep it moving.

♪ Oranges, sir, tenner a dozen

♪ Firm and juicy

Your Highness, I'm not
dressed yet!

I'm en decollete.

As the French would say.

Oh, all right.

Come to Nellie, naughty boy!

♪ The lady is lovely

♪ The lady is free

♪ There's only one place where

♪ That lady should be

♪ That's here in my arms

♪ For the whole world to see ♪

Ah, Campion!

Shh!

All right, all right.

Campion!

Very good of you to drop in.

Your man all right, is he?

In his element, I think.

Claims theatrical
antecedency, sir.

Uncle was a carpenter at the
Hackney Empire.

Oh, really?

He seems to be exerting
some influence.

In the five nights we've had
him here,

everything's gone quiet.

Which supports my theory...

It's an inside job, and Lugg
has frightened them off.

Yes, exactly.

Let's go and have a drink,
shall we?

I'm sorry, Mr Konrad has orders.

Look, there's not enough room for the
artists, let alone you bringing in bicycles.

Well, don't be tiresome,
Richards.

I've just been presented it by the Speedo
club, of which I'm honorary president!

What else am I supposed to do
with it?

Miss Bellew brings her
Great Dane.

Miss Bellew is a principal!

Go stick it in the yard with
the rest of the junk!

Sock, tell that wretched man
to give me back my bicycle,

and pay attention to the important
things that are happening in this theatre.

It's not really my business,
old chap.

I'm sorry.

Well, Jimmy will certainly
be hearing about it.

Chorus boy.

Thinks he's a star on
looks alone.

Doesn't seem to realise
that it takes hard work,

and discipline, talent,

and perhaps even a touch
of humility from time to time.

He's Jimmy's understudy.

Ah, Henry, fix us both a
drink, will you, please?

What will you have,
Campion, whisky?

- Thanks very much.
- Take a seat.

How's our master tonight?

Not himself at all, Mr Petrie.

There's...

There's been another incident.

- I must have a word.
- Not now, my boy.

Thank you, Henry.

Ah, Jimmy.

This is Mr Campion.

Mr Campion!

Inspector Oates recommended him to help us
with our spot of bother, do you remember?

My dear fellow, I'm so sorry.
Good of you to come.

- And Mister?
- Lugg, sir.

Lugg, yes, that's your man,
isn't it?

You've got drinks, good.

Milk for me, I'm afraid.

I'm exhausted.

You've heard what's been
going on.

My manager thinks I've got
persecution mania.

Oh, come on.

I don't think anything of
the sort.

Oh, for God's sake, Henry,
please no callers!

Tell them I'm saying my prayer.

I'm going to pieces here.

I've been keeping my ears open,

take it from me, sir, there's nothing but
friendliness towards you. Everywhere.

Oh, yes. Evidently.

Golly!

Left by a messenger boy at the
stage door not an hour ago.

No card?

And...

This.

The oldest, dirtiest trick
in the business.

A pin in the grease paint.

They had it buried in the
silver paper.

I was bound to work my way down to
it one day, just happened to be tonight.

It's trivial, isn't it?
Yes, I know.

Tuppenny ha'penny squirts of
malice, but after a month of it?

I've been such a blasted
popular chap for so long, now this.

Look, we only live 20 miles down the
road, why don't you drive over next Sunday?

And bring Mr Lugg with you.
We'll all be there.

We're rehearsing a new show.

Five, six, seven, eight!

That's lovely, that's lovely.

We'll put that in. Can we just try once
again, a little bouncier this time, all right?

Five, six, seven, eight.

Nice if you can afford it,
nice and bohemian.

A bit colonial, isn't it.

Late 19th century with a
Spanish influence, I'd fancy.

What's my job, kitchen duty?

Oh, you might catch a
whiff of something.

Providence!

You can help me, darlings,
whoever you are.

Albert Campion.

I'm Chloe Pye.

- And you're?
- Lugg.

Ma'am.

The detective?

If you're at a loose end, would you
be so sweet as to carry my chair?

Now, then. Over there, I think.

No, no.
Up here, out of the wind.

They're all in the house.

Shop, shop.

Oh, thank you, dear.
Nothing but shop.

Ah! They're all quite mad,
my dear.

Oh, tell somebody to bring me
some ice water, will you?

Ah, down, you little beast!

Get in! Get in.

Watch your mistress.

You're Mr Campion.

He's depending on you,
the poor man.

He's rehearsing in the hall,
been at it since 8:00 this morning,

and hasn't had his massage yet.

Would you mind going round
through the music room windows,

round the side.

You have just met Finny.

An extraordinary woman.
Come on, I'll take you around.

She's devoted to Jimmy,
looks after him like a nurse.

The other day I went in and she had him on
the mattress, stark as a plucked chicken.

Pummelling the life
out of him, she was.

We're all terrified of her.

Come on, it's this way.

This is Squire Mercer,
our resident genius.

For God's sake, Mercer, stop playing that
infuriating tune and say, "How do you do?"

It's a funeral march for a
dead dancer.

"Mutes in Dance Time."

I like it.

No doubt you do,
but it gives me the pip.

Then go away.

I'm Albert Campion.

What do you make of it all,
Mr Campion?

Shall we take them seriously,
these little insults?

You're filthy,
go and get washed!

Albert Campion.

This is Eve.

- Jimmy's baby sister.
- Hello.

Oh, my God, it's in the paper!

"Garlic for the star.

"Jimmy Sutane dances with
tears in his eyes."

How did the press get
hold of this?

Well, I'll wager the stage
doorman, Richards.

Richards?

No, no. He's above suspicion.

Henry?

No, I'd put my shirt on him.

I feel like a boiled lobster.

Iced water.

Would it be too much trouble
for me to have some ice water?

I've been sweltering in the
garden for hours.

Move up, Squire, darling.

What are you going to play for
poor, thirsty Chloe?

Play some of the old songs.

Oh, Ms Pye requires some
iced water, Hughes.

Very good, sir.

That makes me cry whenever I
hear it, even now.

But I don't want to make
you cry.

Don't you, darling?

You are sweet.

Play "Nothing Matters Now".

That was pure,
unadulterated genius.

Pure Wurlitzer, pure corn.

Don't make fun of it,

it's got the sexual urge that
grips one in the tummy.

Mm. Whether or not it makes
you sick.

Oh, Sock,
darling, is that you?

Sweet, smelly old clothes in
the chair, don't interrupt me.

I'm going to play something that you've
forgotten, now get your hands out of the way.

Listen, everyone!

♪ When the stars are wide awake

♪ Water lily girl

♪ I'll be waiting by the lake

♪ Water lily girl

♪ There's a beating heart
at stake

♪ Will you hide and... ♪

You are a nasty little girl,
aren't you, Chloe?

Nobody asked you down here,
you know.

You're rude, and you're wrong.

♪ I'll be there for old
time's sake

♪ Water... ♪

Crawling all over us in a
bathing suit.

Jimmy and I are old friends.

It's so charming here,
Mrs Sutane.

Jimmy really shouldn't work
so hard,

he should relax here, especially
on a Sunday in this weather.

It's the new show,
I have no influence.

Miss Finbrough has no influence.

And I'm not sure where we're
going to eat lunch.

Well, I'm famished!

Sock, the piano is blocking
the dining room door.

My dear Linda, I'm afraid we've reduced
your house to absolute chaos again.

- I wouldn't have it any other way.
- Excuse me, please.

Albert Campion.

My husband said you were coming.

Thank you.

The ice water.

I don't think anyone needs it
any more, Hughes.

I shall drink it.

Very good, sir.

I do hope you won't think
we're all neurotic.

Or mad.

This business hasn't touched
you personally, has it?

Come and see the lake.

They're all exhibitionists.

So busy performing they haven't
time to think of anyone else.

Not that they don't like
other people.

Just that they haven't a
moment to consider them.

I don't know if you're
quite the person to help us.

Why not?

Because you're not part of them.

You can observe,
but you won't understand.

And you'll find them
unsympathetic.

How do you find them?

Oh, I'm used to them.

After seven years married to
Jimmy, can't help it.

I'm sorry if I was rude.

I'm frightened, you see.

For Jimmy, and for all of us.

He's beginning to feel as if some
kind of doom were hanging over him.

Do stay and help.

I received that two days ago.

"Watch
your husband with his co-star, Mrs Sutane,

"adulterers must suffer.

"In friendship."

Unsigned.

Green ink.

Woman's hand.

No capitals.

I don't believe it, of course.

Slippers is a sweet girl,
but she's not very bright.

Not Jimmy's type at all.

Have you shown this to anyone?

May I take charge of it?

Willingly.

A word. Well, maybe one or two.

Now, I'd like to thank you
all today for being here,

my dear, dear friends.

And I'm sorry I've had to leave
you for so long to your own devices,

but the new show must go on.

No, one cannot stand
still for a moment,

if one's fragile reputation

rests on the movement
of one's feet.

So, I raise my glass to

dearest Chloe.

Oh...

Who's made such a spectacular
return to the London stage,

after a shameful absence.

- Hear, to Chloe.
- To Chloe.

Bravo.

Thank you, darling.

To my faithful manager,
and guardian angel, dear Sock.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Sock.

And my little sister Eve.

Late joy of my life,

with wisdom beyond her years,
and all to play for.

Now, Squire Mercer. Squire
Mercer, you know, is a tunesmith by trade,

but, by Jupiter, what tunes.

Hear, hear.

To Squire Mercer,

bachelor, misogynist, genius.

And now...

♪ Water lily girl... ♪

And now, the most
precious jewel in all my life,

Linda, my lovely wife,

who knows all my
weaknesses, but forgives all.

Dear Linda.

Benny Konrad,

star of the future,
and cyclist extraordinaire.

And, Slippers. Dear Slippers.

Well, what can I say
about dear Slippers,

that hasn't already been
said about Slippers?

A rich talent,
a dazzling youth...

All right, darling,
don't rub it in.

Sock, pass the grapes, will you.

And finally, our honoured
guest, Mr Albert Campion.

Giving so very
generously of his time,

to help rid us of our
irksome little problem.

To Mr Campion.

To Mr Campion.

Mr Campion.

You will stay, won't
you, Campion? We need to talk.

Honey, they'll miss their train.

Not with my driving, they won't.

Back in a jiffy.

Would you like some
coffee in the garden?

Thank you.

I'll join you there.

Can we go home?

Not yet.

I don't know what I'm doing here, trying
to find the culprit among his friends.

What did you discover?

Disgruntled kitchen,

butler a pompous old
sod on his last legs.

Malcontented, reckon
he's badly treated.

What about the lady
of the house?

Not her.

They pity her. It's the
week-enders. The actors.

No regular meals, no manners.

Squire Mercer, the composer.

Really?

Lives on a cottage
on the estate.

Haven't you heard anything?

I'm going to dance by the lake on
this warm, passionate, exalting evening.

All right, all right. I'll put a
couple of records on for you,

and then I must
go and look at my old bus.

Oh, come on.

Well, she's got to get me back to
town tonight, the poor old strumpet.

So you think.

- So I damn well know, my dear...
- I want to dance, too!

Hello. What does Donald
Duck want now?

Well, there you are, then.

You can carry the
gramophone down.

I've got to go see to my car.

And be very careful
with these records.

Well, come back
when you're finished.

Wee!

There's acres of it.

And it's not Sutane's,
it's hers.

Belonged to her uncle.

She met dancing boy when he was
down visiting Mercer, seven years ago.

But then, I expect you
knew all that.

What's the word on the marriage?

Blissful.

He's up in town all
week at the flat,

she doesn't care for London.

Then there's Miss Finbrough.

Massager, and bottle washer.

Lugg...

Go away.

So, we're happy with the number, all right.
Well, I'll put the arrangements in hand,

we can record them
in the next couple days.

All right? Okay,
goodbye. Bye, love.

Oh, look, you're going
to miss it, come on.

Yes!

Are you leaving?

Haven't I played enough?

You soothe me.

No, not "Water Lily Girl."

This is very good.

I'm very happy.

I believe you are.

Come down here!

Somebody come!

Come at once!

I've killed her.

Oh, my God, Linda,
I've killed her.

I've killed Chloe Pye!

And she just...

Dropped straight.

Straight down in front of me.

I didn't even see
her till she...

Flashed passed the wind screen.

- It was a pure accident.
- Oh, don't be a fool.

That's where she came from,
the bridge, up there.

Did you see her fall?

No. No, I did not.

I was just blinding along, I was
looking at the road, not up in the sky.

Now listen, she was
waiting for you,

and she waved for you to stop.

She probably imagined she was a,

a fairy, or a bumblebee
or something.

She leant over the bridge,

and lost her balance.

That must be what happened.

I mean, Chloe wouldn't kill herself, she
was making a comeback in your show.

She's been in
high spirits all day.

Yes.

Yes, of course she wouldn't.

You're right, she was.

I'm Dr Bouverie,
somebody phoned my house.

- Said someone was hurt.
- Yes, um, she's here.

This is Mr Sutane.

- Ah, yes, you were driving the car.
- Yes, I was.

Did she jump?

Or was she pushed?

Neither.

But will the good doctor notice?

You must go to bed.

- I'll tuck him up.
- Oh, for God sake, Finny!

I'm not a mental deficient! We
have to think about the press.

- Come on, Mr Sutane...
- It's all right. All right? All right.

I'll deal with the press.

You've got to keep fit, old chap.
The whole outfit depends on you.

Oh.

I knew there was nothing I
could do, so I kept out of the way.

- Was that right?
- Are the police involved?

Hmm?

They've taken the body
down to Burley.

They'll inform the coroner, there
will be a post-mortem tomorrow.

But it was an accident.

Yes, of course it was.

Strange.

Now there's a woman
we hardly knew,

and didn't particularly want to
know, she was rude and noisy,

and a blasted nuisance.

And now...

She's dead.

Wait here.

Is the fuss over?

What are you doing here?

Cooling off.

I hate snoopers.

Good night.

What is it?

Miss Chloe Pye's skirt.

You mean, the press
were friendly then?

Oh, yes, Jimmy, just
the same as always.

I couldn't keep them away.

You know,

it's a funny thing but,

I spent the best part of my life
trying to get you into the news,

and the last three weeks,
trying to keep you out of it.

Do you need me at the
inquest this afternoon?

There is some work
I should like to do.

And I must get back to town.

Keep my nerves cool.

It's not easy stepping into the
star part at a moment's notice.

Even though one's been
understudying for months,

ruining one's reputation
in obscurity.

Now, there's no need to
excite yourself, my boy.

I'm not deserting the show.

What?

You're not going on tonight!

You can't!

- But Sock told me, he promised!
- Oh, do shut up, Konnie.

I'm rehearsing this afternoon!

This afternoon you will stand up in
a coroner's court, and explain why

you left Chloe by the lake.

You were the last person to see
her alive, you know that, don't you?

Look, I explained all that
to the police this morning!

She asked me to put a record on,

I told her, if she wanted to hop around
looking like a sentimental old crane,

she could jolly well wind
up her own gramophone.

She got frightfully offensive
and jealous, so I left her.

And you went straight back to
the house, and up to your room?

- Yes.
- Did anyone see you?

I passed Hughes in the hall.

And how long did
you stay in your room?

Oh, I don't know.
An hour or more.

I heard Mercer
playing downstairs.

Then I heard the rumpus, and came
down to find Mrs Sutane phoning the police.

Okay, why are you asking me
all this? You're not a policeman.

What was I playing?

Your new tune, weren't you?

Continuously? Hmm?
For over an hour?

What else did I play?

Your usual stuff.

Bits and pieces.

Nothing outstanding.

Look, I didn't see the accident,
I had nothing to do with it,

if that's what you're
insinuating.

I only know what everyone
knows, and what Jimmy will find out

if he goes on stage
this evening.

That he killed Chloe Pye,

he ran over her,
and he murdered her.

You, down, venomous
little beast.

Oh, shut up, Finny.

Dear God, what a pack of apes.

Pull yourselves together,
all of you.

Konrad, I don't even know
what you're doing in here.

Get out.

And as for you, Finny,
my dear good girl.

Stick to your damn job. Do.

I'm sorry, Mr Sutane.

I'm sorry if I was rude.

You can end my engagement if
you like, but I can't hide my feelings.

Thousands of cyclists are killed
every year by people like him.

Who drive cars as though
they're on a racetrack.

From a humane point of view I'd
say that Chloe Pye was murdered!

Suppose she was?

Yes, it's an interesting case.

You are a medical man?

Purely from a forensic
point of view.

I realised her skull had
been fractured by the fall.

Yes, her head injuries would have
killed her in an hour or so, if she hadn't

already been dead.

You mean, she wasn't
killed by the car?

No, no, no, no.
She died of fright, you know.

Yes, fright acting upon a condition
that she had, called status lymphaticus.

It's an enlarging of the thymus.

The aorta is narrower than usual, and
the heart was slightly under-developed.

A sudden shock could
have killed her at any time.

I shan't be making any definite
inquiries, that's the job of the coroner.

Now, I was just wondering...

Ah.

I was wondering, did you
know of her suffering from any

choking or fainting fits?

No, I never heard of it.

Until she joined the show,
I'd hardly met Chloe Pye.

Except perhaps at parties.

She was a virtual
stranger to me, I'm afraid.

Oh, it's a very fine-looking
machine, Mr Konrad.

Might I try it?

Well, I do need it
for a rally on Sunday.

I'm the president of the
Speedo Club, you know.

I often have to go
to Paris, and judge races.

Be careful with it.

Campion.

You're just the man
I need to talk to.

I'm not one to tell tales,

but with everyone being so beastly
about me, I have to defend myself.

Last week, at the theatre, I overheard, quite
by chance, Sutane and Chloe Pye talking.

Sutane said,

"I don't want you
coming down, Chloe,

"I've done all I have to do, and
I won't have you in my house."

And she said, "Your wife's
asked me,

"And how are you going to
stop me, my lamb."

And he said, "I don't know,

"but if you try and break up my home, I'll
stop you, even if I have to strangle you."

And those, I swear,
were their very words.

Are you coming with us,
Konrad? We're off to the inquest.

Yes, all right. Just a minute.

I don't like the way
you question me, Campion,

but I believe you're honest,
unlike some people.

I'm relying on you
to do the right thing.

- Come on, Konnie.
- Yes, yes!

Well, find somewhere in the
house for it. Keep it safe for me.

I'll be back for it next weekend.
The rally isn't far from here.

Hey, I'm not a skivvy
in this establishment.

What's new?

Chloe Pye died of fright at least 15
minutes before she fell off that bridge.

Who says it was 15 minutes?

The absence of bleeding
when I examined her,

a detail the good doctor
seems to have missed.

So somebody killed her in the
garden and carried her up to the bridge.

Could have been the slightest accidental
touch. She had an illness, a condition.

Where was everyone
during that hour?

Where were you?

Keepin' an eye on where you was.

Hughes has just asked
for a week's leave of absence.

Events have rather
got him down, poor man.

Oh, well, he's very old and he
never cared much for actors.

I've got them all coming back
for tea after the inquest,

including Chloe Pye's
sister-in-law.

I'm sure Mr Lugg would be
only too pleased to step in.

- Oh!
- Wouldn't you, Lugg?

Oh, no.
I couldn't touch a thing.

No, of course not.

We were ever so fond of her,
you know.

Dad, that's my late husband, her
brother, worshipped her, I know.

Whoever would have thought
we'd be sitting in a coroner's court,

listening to a verdict of "Death by
misadventure because of insufficient evidence"?

Oh, Mrs Pole, you know there really
are no words to express my feelings.

Oh, I know that, Mr Sutane.

And I've been such an admirer
of yours over the years.

You mustn't blame yourself,
dear.

The coroner said that,
didn't he?

Ah, yes, yes.

Now, Mrs Pole, you really
must excuse us.

Mr Sutane has to drive all the way to
London now for the evening performance.

Oh, yes, the theatre.

Well, nothing must stand
in the way of that.

I'll arrange the funeral
for Friday.

And, afterwards, at my house.

Oh, you can trust me,
everything will be done properly.

Oh, what about her belongings?
I should like to take them with me,

if that's all right.

- They're through here.
- Thank you.

Lugg, Chloe's luggage, please.

What an unmitigating, utterly
loathsome piece of vulgar female muck.

Well, didn't you see her?

Her filthy, unctuous weeping.

You've all been ever so nice.

Um, she, she had a handbag,
did she?

Uh, Eve, Chloe's handbag?

It was on the piano
in the music room,

one of those fold-over things
with a gilt snap.

- Chloe's handbag.
- What about it?

Well, it's not here.

It can't have vanished into space.
Are you sure she had a handbag?

She always carried a handbag.

Here you are, Mrs Pole.

I'm taking Finny up to London
with me. Moral and physical support.

Now we really, we really must
be leaving.

Finny, have you seen a handbag
belonging to Miss Pye?

No, I'm afraid I haven't.

Could we have packed it
in the suitcase?

I've got it. It was on the
table on the upstairs landing.

I thought I'd noticed it there.

What a relief! Goodbye, darling.

- Goodbye again, Mrs Pool.
- Pole.

Oh, Pole. I'm so sorry.
Come on, Finny!

Please.

Uh, one moment please.

I'm not impugning
the servants, of course,

but I do know that Chloe always
used to keep a certain amount of money

and a few small items of value
in her handbag.

Oh.

Well, that all seems
quite satisfactory.

Now, off you go to your theatre!

Find what you wanted,
Konrad?

- What?
- I saw you take it from the piano this morning.

That's a lie.

What should I want with it?

More likely you, Mercer.

I warn you,
don't start anything.

I might hold my tongue for a
day or two, until my rally's over,

but after that, you can
all look out. All of you.

So, what was taken?

A cheap, silver wristwatch with
broken glass and an inscription.

"From C to J always, 1920."

I looked in the bag myself,
of course, before breakfast.

You're on good form.

So, from Chloe
to an old boyfriend, J.

Jimmy Sutane?

They were virtual strangers,
according to Jimmy.

What did Benny Konrad
want with it?

- If it was Konrad.
- Oh, I'm certain it was.

One more thing to hold
against Sutane.

The boy's eaten up with jealousy and
I'm sure he's the one behind the pranks.

When a man like Sutane
is overworking,

there's nothing like a spot of
persecution to push him to the edge,

and Konrad's his understudy.

This was sent to Mrs Sutane.

Sorry.

Thank you.

"Watch your husband with his
co-star, Mrs Sutane.

"Adulterers must suffer.
In friendship."

Green ink. No capitals.

And no signature.

- A woman?
- My first thought, Chloe Pye, but it's not her handwriting.

I looked in her diary.

Not Konrad's either, but he
could have an accomplice.

You'll poison yourself
without Lugg.

You're probably right.

But Lugg's doing the job,
I hope, listening at doors.

There's a lot going on in
Sutane's house I don't understand.

And there's someone in
particular I don't want hurt.

Who could that be, I wonder?

You were her boyfriend,
were you, dear?

I understand.

You've got a wife and you're worried
about letters in the wrong hands.

You wouldn't be the first
with Chloe, God rest her. Ooh!

- Did she owe you money as well?
- No.

Oh!

I'm such a cat.

We did have our differences,
but I felt sorry for her, really.

This is where she kept
most of her things.

Would you step this way, please?

She used to live up here
when she was resting.

Of course, being in
the West End just recently,

she could afford two
nice rooms on the first floor.

Ooh, that's interesting!

That other woman's had a snoop
as well.

What other woman?

The one who brought her stuff
back from the theatre.

Little boiled cart horse,
she was, and...

Oh, excuse me.

I left these drawers shut,
I know I did!

I was a dancer once, you know.

Renee Roper, I was.

Don't pretend you've heard
of me.

Have you found
what you were looking for?

I don't think I'll bother.
It was just sentimental value.

Was there a particular friend
recently?

Well, there was her husband,
if you count him.

Her husband?

Ooh, now I've upset you.

They'd been parted for years,
dear.

Only he'd found her again
and was pestering her.

That was her story.

Wishful thinking more like.

She was lonely.

She was going down this last weekend
to see him, to make him give her a divorce.

- Did she ever mention his name?
- No.

And she made me swear
never to tell a soul.

Doesn't matter now, does it?

Poor thing.

Mr Sutane's in his dressing room,
sir. He isn't performing tonight.

We didn't think it quite proper,
not after Miss Pye's funeral.

Mr Konrad's gone on for him.

It's down there
on the right, sir.

- Yes, thank you, Richards.
- You're welcome.

Leave us, Finny.

Campion.

I owe you an explanation.

- Not necessary.
- My dear fellow, you really must listen to me.

When I said I hardly knew
Chloe Pye, I was lying.

I lied to the doctor, I lied
on oath in the coroner's court.

I knew her very well indeed
16 years ago.

You guessed that already,
didn't you?

- Jimmy, you must...
- Not now!

I met her in Paris in 1920.

We were partners
in a vaudeville act.

And lovers.

We toured all over Canada
and the States.

She was the star then,
of course. I was nobody.

Well, I got pretty sick of...
Oh, do sit down, my dear fellow.

Yes, I got sick of her being the
star, so we split up and I came home.

She had her own methods of
getting along. Abroad, mostly.

Then, five weeks ago, she
turned up here, wanting a job.

Well, you saw the kind of
woman she was, vain, demanding.

What she really wanted
was reassurance.

I told her I was
happily married,

that any silly attempt
on me was ruled out.

She seemed sensible. I thought
she was merely hard-up,

but then suddenly I was
at her mercy.

We never appeared in England
together, so nobody knew about us.

So what exactly did you fear
from her?

Ah, I don't know.

Some tasteless revelation
to Linda.

Linda thinks that I am
the most remarkable

and magnificent person
in the world.

Look, I respect your confidence.

I think you took an appalling
risk denying all knowledge of her,

but you should get away with it.

- It's over.
- No, no, no, you don't understand!

I'm an important person.

So damned important I'm
terrified every time I think about it.

The people here at this theatre, Finny,
Linda, they're all dependent on me,

on my reputation, on my feet!

If I should ever lose my nerve.

You've gotta help me,
don't you see?

You've gotta be on my side.

- Yes, what is it, Henry?
- Mr Konrad wants a word in his dressing room.

Yes, if Mr Konrad want a word, tell him
to come and see me in my dressing room.

He has got his big change
for the second act, sir.

Hello, Jimmy. How am I doing?

I haven't been watching.
What do you want?

Did you have
weekend arrangements?

I'm dropping in on Sunday
morning to collect my bicycle.

The club's meeting at Boarbridge
Station, it's just down the line from you.

I'll need a room to change my togs
and Sock can bring my case back to town.

You've asked him, have you?

Well, I don't see
any difficulties.

I mean, if you don't want me there,
just throw the bicycle out of the gate

and I'll change behind a hedge.

You can have your room.

Your call, Mr Konrad.

I must fly!

Sweet of you both
to wish me luck.

Blast his arrogance.

Why do I let him get
under my skin?

He poses no threat to me.
He's a non-entity.

But you see the state
of my nerves.

- What have you found?
- Green ink.

Would you happen to know
who B is?

Yes, that's Beaut Siegfried, ballet master.
He's a friend of Benny's.

Beaut Siegfried

and Benny Konrad

are your persecutors.

Benny Konrad.

Might have guessed.

What will you do with him?

I'll get rid of him.

What else?

♪ Where did you go?

♪ What did you do?

♪ Did you travel the world?

♪ Were the skies always blue?

♪ The days full of sunlight

♪ The nights full of joy

♪ Did you make a new start?

♪ Did you ever astound?

♪ Where did you go?

♪ Dearest ♪

Konrad's dead.

Someone threw a bomb at him.