Why Didn't They Ask Evans? (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

There's no evidence.

There's no evidence
of suicide either.

Except that he hanged himself.

He told me if he
was ever going to,

he would take a sleeping powder.

- So he talked about suicide.
- Oh, my gosh.

Look, Bobby, I know
you're upset, we all are,

but these things happen.

Did he leave a suicide note?

Sometimes they don't, Bobby.

Look at that Savage
fellow. John Savage.



Same age as Dr Thomas.

Suddenly kills himself,
no one knows why.

Lady Frances, pleasure.

You would've come for
your mother's dress.

I'm told by the experts
I must give you this.

There's no need for that.

If you'll excuse me.

Isn't it terrible
about Dr Thomas?

Terrible.

Of course he was in the war.

Saw some awful
things, I imagine.

I imagine so.

Lady Frances, we could've easily
have sent this up to the house

and saved you the trouble.



Trouble is the point,
I'm on probation.

Seeing as I'm here,

why don't I take Crow's
uniform with me too?

Save you the trouble.

Will you be wanting
sandwiches for the train?

Yes, please Miss Roberts.
That would be lovely.

Terrible business, Bobby.

I know you liked
him. We all did.

Yes, thank you.

You take care of
the old man for me.

If he'll let me.

- Ham and cheese?
- Please.

When did you start smoking?

Yesterday.

Want one?

We can't find the leg.

Alwyn promised his
leg to the hospital

and that poor fellow's trying
to find out who has it.

Mmm.

You still going to London?

Yes, Father, I am.

I told him to ask
the undertaker.

The funny thing is,

I can't remember if
it was right or left.

It's a first class
ticket, madam.

First class is that way.

I know but we've come
to fetch a friend.

Does he have a
first class ticket?

I doubt it. Or why would he be
in a third class compartment.

Why would you?

Worthy adversary.

I'll buy him a
first class ticket.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

Ah, apparently I'll do
nothing of the sort.

But we can sit here, can't we?

Well, you could, if
there were seats.

Ah, right. Yes.

What if we swap these
with these lovely people?

- Hold on.
- Hello.

George, say "Hello".

Would you mind swapping?

- Of course they wouldn't mind.
- I mind.

Be quiet.

Thank you so much.

I come bringing gifts.

Also, George. George, Bobby.

Gifts?

Age, colour of eyes,
sign of zodiac,

of one Roger Bassington-ffrench.

- Presently residing in Maryland.
- Born Staveley, Hampshire.

- Where did you get this?
- Gentlemen,

you are in the presence
of a Mata Hari.

I don't think you mean that.

Don't I? Oh.

You said Bassington-ffrench
was looking for a house.

There are two house
agents in Marchbolt,

one of whom, David something,
is now madly in love with me.

We're looking at a June
wedding. You're both invited.

"Why, Frankie, you're a marvel."

No, really, it was nothing.

"No, really, genius
doesn't cover it."

Well, one does try.

"Also, you look
deadly in that hat."

Thank you. Do you
like it? It's French.

George, be a darling,
go fetch our luggage.

I'm sorry about Dr Thomas.

He didn't kill himself.

Of course he didn't. Roger
Bassington-ffrench did.

Just as he pushed
Pritchard off that cliff,

- and we're going to prove it.
- How are we going to do that?

First of all, we'll need a car.

Know anyone in
that line of work?

Thanks very
much. KNOCKER: All right.

Look around. Take your time.

No deal, Jones. Is he with her?

George is a doctor, apparently.

- And a vital part of the plan.
- What plan?

By the way, I thought we
agreed on Jones and Beadon.

We did.

I am absolutely livid.

- I told the bloke, you know.
- Yeah.

Wouldn't bother with
the Ford if I were you.

It's solid but it leaks more
oil than we've ever put in.

What about the standard?

Not bad. I prefer the Triumph.

Depends what you
want to use it for.

Want to crash it into a
wall at 30 miles an hour.

Mara way Court,
Southampton Road,

at the fork in the
road is the gate.

Now, at the bottom of the
hill, there's a left turn.

Hold on. How do you
know all of this?

I went to St Swithun's.

Where they teach the layouts
of Hampshire country houses?

No, it's in Hampshire, you dolt.

Three miles from
Staveley. Right.

Lady Frances went driving her
newly acquired standard nine,

loses control and crashes into
the gates of Mara way Court.

Complete wreckage of car,

less complete wreckage
of Lady Frances,

who is carried into the
house with concussion.

Says who?

Dr George Arbuthnot,
Cardiff Royal Infirmary,

happened to be passing by.
Extraordinary piece of luck.

But you won't be concussed.

Of course she
won't be concussed.

She's not in the car.

Correct, friend of Bobby's.

So who's driving?

Oh, come on, Jones, you dolt.

- The hill is driving, man.
- Double correct.

I'll let the car roll and I
can jump off when I get close.

That is a terrible plan.

No, no, no. You're
not doing that.

- Why not?
- You're just not.

I'll do it.

You can't do it because
you've met Bassington-ffrench.

What if he recognised you?

You can't take that chance.

We can't take the chance of you

going under the wheels
of a runaway car.

Sorry. I won't allow it.

Allow it?

Where on earth do you get off

allowing things
all over the place?

Frankie you're only
in this because of me.

- If something happens to you...
- Kids, kids, kids.

Simple. I'll do it.

George will be
at the bottom of the hill.

He'll make sure
no traffic comes.

He will signal to me.

Hold on, where do
I get the flag?

- Don't you have a handkerchief?
- Well, I can buy one.

You can buy a flag.

You can't use the flag
as a handkerchief.

So George will signal to me,
I will signal to Knocker.

Can you whistle?

I beg your bleeding pardon.

But you'll be
nervous, don't forget dry lips.

Two handkerchiefs.

- Do you think he can do it?
- I know he can.

I'm worried about you.

This isn't
a game, Frankie.

You could be heading into
the house of a killer.

How long would it take
you to grow a moustache?

I don't know. Haven't tried.
Couple of weeks, probably.

For God's sake. I could
do it quicker than that.

Knocker, that was immense.

Anytime.

You know, we never had the talk
about payments for the car.

Wait a minute. We never
said anything about blood.

We have to have blood.

Whose blood?

I don't know, you're the doctor.

Yes, I am, and yet oddly I
appear to have travel led

to London without any
blood in a bottle.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.
Does it look correct?

- Is she all right?
- She's all right.

- Knocker's all right.
- Good.

Help!

- Good breakfast was it?
- Oh, shut up.

There's been an
accident! She's dead!

There's blood
everywhere! Come quick.

Please help! Somebody,
quick! This way, by the gate.

What in heavens.

If someone could help
me carry this lady.

She's had a huge
crash! Where can we go?

She must be taken
care of at once!

- Where, where, where?
- Over there! Sitting room.

Just down here.

- Oh.

Is she, uh, badly hurt?

I can't say yet.

Should I make some tea or...

- No, I'm fine. Thanks.
- Oh.

We'll, um...

God almighty!

- Give me that.
- You were excellent!

How long do you think?

- I'd like to get it below 150.
- Yes, all right. All right.

Sorry. Do you want a bandage?

Plaster would be nice.

She American?

- I couldn't say.
- Pretty sure.

There's no sign of Roger.
I wonder where he is.

Frankie, old thing,

it's not my field, obviously,

but I think the Trojan Horse
works better if you're in it,

not riding it.

Thank you for all of this.

It's all right. It's
quite fun in a way.

You think you're going
to get in trouble,

lose your licence or something?

Probably.

Good luck, old puffin.

Be careful, won't you?

- Ah, not too bad.

But not too good
either. Concussed.

Ideally, she needs to stay
put for a couple of days

but I've realised that
would be an inconvenience.

- No, no, not at all.
- Are you sure?

I can quite easily...

- I wouldn't hear of it, please.
- Well, if you insist.

Yes, here's my card
in case you need me.

Dr George Arbuthnot.

Well, thank you so much, Doctor.
How lucky that you were passing.

Yeah, isn't it? Yeah.

I suppose a doctor
should see her tomorrow

just to make sure she's
getting on all right?

Ah, I don't think there's
any need for that.

Perhaps, but I'd
certainly feel better.

Well, yes, um...

It seems the lady is
a Christian Scientist.

She might not have anything
to do with doctors.

None too pleased to find me
there, let me tell you. Um, no!

If you need anything,
give me a call.

Oh.

But, but, you're in Cardiff.

Yes. Better get moving.

Oh! Blast, I left my...

Will you excuse me
just one moment.

Ah, here it is.

I've told them you're
a Christian Scientist.

What? I don't know anything
about Christian Scientists.

Well, hopefully neither do they.

Ground floor,
bedroom. Thank God.

If they had said third floor,

I'd have dropped her and ran.

Was he there,
Bassington-ffrench?

I didn't see him, butler and an
American woman with red hair.

I left my card, which will
doubtless be exhibit A. Cheers.

- Wives and sweethearts.
- May they never meet.

I might stay.

We've got some rooms here,
for a day or two, to be sure.

No luggage, sir?

Can't get much on a motorcycle.

Five shilling then, in advance.

There you go.

That's our little joke.

You are in the angler's
arms after all.

Walton stayed here, you know?

Went for the complete angle.

He's buried in
Winchester Cathedral.

Right.

Other people have stayed
here too, though, since then.

Since 1650, yes.

Now, will you take an ale?

I've got an Alderton's Superior
or a Claddams if you prefer,

though I will have
to change the barrel.

Yeah, I do love a Claddams.

Hello?

You poor thing.

I went down to see
your car, goodness.

Gosh, my car.

I can't really remember much.

Oh, I'm not surprised.
You've had a terrible shock.

You just get some rest.

I'm having your
luggage brought down.

- Oh, no, please.
- Stay right where you are.

Thank you.

I can't really
remember where that is.

Mara way Court, New Staveley.

My name is Sylvia
Basington-ffrench.

Frances Derwent.

That much I remember.

Frances.

- Can I bring you anything?
- Oh, no.

What the hell is going on?

Excuse me.

We have a guest,

she's been involved
in an accident.

Please calm down.

Um, Frances, my husband Henry.

How do you do?

She's not doing
well, poor thing.

Neither is my wall.

You're the driver?

Yes.

So sorry, I can't imagine
what could have happened.

The doctor said she
must stay here and rest.

Is Roger back? I'll need
help moving that car.

I'm so sorry for
all the trouble.

Oh, don't be, please.
Erm, you just rest.

I'll send some food in a while.

And she went flying about
ten feet into the air.

In that American way?

She might have been.
She was dressed like a man.

She had like this
suit and tie thing on.

We have some cold
mutton if you fancy it.

Uh, no thank you.

You know, it's, er, it's
just occurred to me,

a friend of mine mentioned
this place two weeks ago.

- Alan Car stairs.
- South African?

- That's him.
- He didn't fish neither.

Odd fellow, he pushed off
in the middle of the night,

- left his luggage, everything.
- Huh.

Sounds like Alan, impulsive.

- I could take him his luggage.
- No, I've already sent it.

Some club in London.

How
can I ever repay you, Ben?

There was an accident
today in Mara way Court.

Ben saved a woman's life.

That's what we're
being asked to believe.

Huh.

Mara way Court is...

That's a big house in Staveley.

Well, The Grange is a really
big one the other way,

but there's no one living there,

or choosing to live there,
I should say, because

see, it's, erm...

- What's the word?
- Loony bin!

No, Benjamin. That
is not the word.

Clinic, I think they call it,

or sanitorium. Either way,
it's not a happy place.

You know how I can tell
when it's a full moon

even when I'm down
in the cellar?

How?

I can hear them.

Well, that was delicious.

- I can't thank you enough.
- Frances,

you are welcome to stay
as long as you need,

or want, on one condition,

no more thanking,
no more apologising.

It's going to be very
difficult because I owe you...

Ah!

It's all right. It's all right.

I'm not... I know you.

I won't hurt you. Tell
me what's going on.

I want to help, I promise.

It's too late.

Well, that was just lovely.

I thought it was my son
playing for a moment.

I knew for certain it
wasn't Janice.

- Where is your son now?
- London.

Gone to make his
fortune or lose mine.

Where in London?

Are you a friend of his?

Yes.

I'm afraid I don't
know the address.

Telephone?

You know,

I think I'm going
to ask you to leave.

- Morning, Reverend.
- Morning.

Thought I'd stop by,

let you know to keep an eye out.

Keep an eye out? For what?

We've had some
bicycles go missing

the last couple of weeks.

I saw yours just now.

Oh, you're up. That's
good. How are you feeling?

Better, I think.

- Why was the door locked?
- Oh, that was me.

I knew Roger was
coming back last night,

and I didn't want him barging
in here looking for a nightcap.

- And Roger is?
- Henry's brother.

And then there's our son, Tommy,

who you'd meet.

In fact we're
having breakfast now

if you feel up to it.

Yes, it might do me
good, moving a little.

What was that?

Roger has a running feud
with a flock of crows.

He lights these strings of
fireworks and they go off

every half hour or so.

Murder, isn't it?

Murder of crows.

Good morning, all.

Ah, here she is, the
barbarian at the gate.

You met Henry,
and this is Tommy.

Roger Bassington-ffrench.

- With two small F's?
- That's the one. Come.

Mrs Connelly's laid one
of her magical treasuries.

How did you know
about the small F's?

I'm American, it took me a
while to get the hang of it.

I saw it on an
envelope in the room.

It's unusual, isn't it?

Try cashing a cheque.
It comes up as it may. Tea?

Please.

Cash your own cheques
do you, Roger?

Not if I can help it, Henry. No.

- May I call you Frances?
- You may not. Frankie.

And thank you all for
being so kind to me.

Frankie and Bob, yeah?

Oh, hang on a minute,
what am I talking about?

Frankie and Johnny, isn't it?

She shot her man.

Because he done her wrong

Please stop that
infernal tapping!

Well, pursed later than usual.

Don't worry, old man.
My singing was worse.

I'm afraid your husband must
be furious about the damage,

I know I would be.

I promise, I'll get the car
removed and organise repairs.

Nonsense. You are an
invalid, also our guest.

Roger will take care of
things, won't you, Roger?

Cash your
own cheques, do you, Roger?

Sylvia's far too
polite to say it,

so allow me to apologise for
my brother's oafish behaviour.

I can only promise,
next time you see him

he will be in a
much better mood.

Come on, Tommy dear,

let's see if we can
find those boots.

So,

Frankie, tell me about yourself.

Omitting no detail,
large or small.

You first.

Morning, Mr Jones. Will
you be taking breakfast?

Yes, first, I was wondering
if I could use your telephone?

- Local?
- Trunk.

Bayswater, London.

Amelia, would you call
the girl while you're up?

I've called
her twice already.

Did she hear you?
- I think she's coming.

Huh?

Just a little bit.

Lovely.

One honey bird.

Ah!

Sorry to keep you, darling.

Bit of bother with the Old Bill.

Stupid fool, he wanted me
to pay some money.

Marchbolt, in Wales?

Yes, have you heard of
it? Not many people have.

Damnedest thing, I was
there not long ago.

Really, why?

Long story.

I'm an invalid.

Hmm, pretty healthy looking
invalid, all things considered.

You're right, I should,
probably go and lie down.

Mmm-hmm.

Sure I can't help
you with the car?

Quite sure.

Glad you're here, Frankie.

- Thank you.
- For whatever reason.

Sorry, I was just...

Looking for a telephone.

I thought I should let my
people know where I was.

In case they missed me.

Shall I... I'm sorry.

- What's wrong?

Oh!

It's all right.

Is it Henry?

You can tell me.

Or not.

I've got a concussion

so I probably won't
remember anyway.

Yes, it's Henry.

Is he unhappy?

Oh, he's happy right now.

Blissfully happy, I imagine.

My husband is
addicted to morphia.

A package delivered
twice a week.

At this moment, Henry is lying
on the floor of his study

with a hypodermic
needle in his arm.

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

Beadon and Jones
fine automobiles.

Knocker, has Frankie called?

She has not, old son.

I thought you were with her?

No, she's in that house
with Bassington-ffrench.

Listen, if she calls, tell
her I'm at The Anglers Arms.

- It's half...
- I know where it is.

You want my opinion, that
girl can handle herself.

Just make sure you get
the money for the Carina.

Speaking of which,
hands on deck.

We've got a customer.

Can I help you, sir?

I am looking for Bobby Jones.

Oh, not at his post, I'm afraid.

- However, as senior partner...
- Where is Bobby Jones?

I just told you, he's not here.
And that's all you need to know.

You are Beadon?

That's right, Ralph
Andrew Beadon.

Midshipman.

QB-91758.

And you play the church organ...

Bad, is what the
Reverend told me.

Not that it makes a difference.

Bloody hate churches.

Baptised in one,
I never went back.

You are a friend of Bobby Jones?

No, I'm not.

A friend is someone
you drink with.

Play darts. I got
plenty of those.

Whereas, Bobby...

It's funny. He seems
like a mild chap.

But mild chaps don't jump
into the North Atlantic

in the middle of winter.

Pitch black, thirty-foot swell.

That is a shipmate.

Go on, on your way.

Beadon and Jones
fine automobiles.

Knocker, it's Frankie.
Is Bobby there?

He's in Staveley, half
a mile up the road.

- What's he doing there?
- Looking out for you.

Got a soft heart, that boy.

Soft-headed, more like.

He's supposed to be in London
so he can drive the car down.

What car? Listen...

Knocker?

Knocker? Hello?

- Knocker?
- Is everything all right?

Yes, I was just arranging
for a car to come down.

You have another car?

Not really, the Lagonda
belongs to my father.

Lagonda? Oof! Tommy's
gonna love that.

Well, I'll gladly
take him for a spin.

- Me first.
- All right.

And we can talk
about your brother.

- Are you all right, sir?

Nice cab.

It seemed to me, and I know
I have no right to say this,

but she needed to tell someone.

No, you're right.

This has been hell for them.

When I'm away she has no
family here, no friends.

She has me.

What are you like when
you're not concussed?

It's all arranged.
I spoke to Moira.

Good for you, Sylv.

Does Henry know?

No, he won't care.
It's nothing official.

He'll come to lunch tomorrow
and Dr Nicholson will

simply observe.

Who's Dr Nicholson?

He runs The Grange, about
half a mile from here.

They specialise in
mental disorders.

Addictions, that sort of thing.

They're neighbours so we
see them now and then.

No reason for Henry to
suspect that he's...

My brother is ill, Frankie.

He needs treatment.

According to some,
Dr Nicholson's

the best there is.

There is a young lady
to see you, Mr Jones.

- Hello.
- I can't stay here very long.

All right.

You said you could help me.

Yes. I mean, I'll
try. Are you safe now?

How did you get out?

- Get out?
- You're from The Grange?

Yes.

Well, I've seen it.
It's a fortress.

I didn't imagine they allowed
patients to come and go.

I'm not a patient!

My name is Moira Nicholson.

My husband is the
institute director.

Well, what were you
doing at Mara way Court?

James is a very brilliant man.

A genius, I'm told.

He won a prize last year in Rome

for his work in
electroconvulsive therapy.

I don't know what that is.

The induction of
seizures by means of

sinusoidal waveform therapy

in the treatment of
mental disorders.

He made me learn that to
stop people asking questions.

I imagine that works.

One of his patients,

William, was a fireman.

He also set fires.

It's not uncommon, apparently,
for people to spend their lives

fighting the thing
they secretly love.

And you think your husband
is fighting madness?

They don't use that
word at The Grange.

But James has used it about me.

You don't strike me as mad.

How do I strike you?

- Moira.

Will you wait here for a moment?

Does, uh, the name
Alan Car stairs

mean anything to you?

South African, maybe?

Bobby Jones, well met.

Lady Frances instructed
me to deliver the Lagonda

into your care.

Where have you come from?

I was told you'd be in London.

I met Mr Beadon instead.

Took him to Charing
Cross Hospital.

Hospital, why?

Oh, for crying out loud!

What happened to
Knocker, is he okay?

An angry customer
is all I can think.

He was badly beaten.

Oh, my God! Right, uh,

I need to go. Charing Cross.

Mr Beadon said that
might be your reaction.

He also said if you
abandon your watch,

he'll personally
knock your teeth out.

I simply passed the message on.

Also, Lady Frances asked
me to give you this.

Train from Staveley in one hour.

Good luck to you, Bobby Jones.

Excellent. Join
us, Miss Derwent.

Have a drink, will you?

Henry, she's convalescing.

And we will make a convalescent
luminescent, effervescent...

I can't think of any others.

Iridescent.
- Bingo!

Whatever it is, it
shall contain gin.

- Ginescent.

Gosh, I shouldn't.

It's very simple.

Do what I do, just
before I do it.

You dance very well.

You lie very well.
What's your secret?

I didn't have a secret.

Want to borrow one of mine?

My wife wants to put me away.

In the nuthouse.

To give me convulsions.

They used to use Metrosol,
now it's electric shocks.

Ask me how they got the idea.

From pigs, slaughtering them.

The electric shocks
make them numb,

so they're easier to kill.

Clever, isn't it?

Frankie, telephone.

Says his name's Steve.

Think I'll have
another. Oh, dear.

Hello.

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you, Steve.

- Is the car near?
- The car's fine, are you?

Are you safe?

- As far as I can tell.
- Sylv.

Sounds like Frankie's
making a run for it.

Head her off, will you?

- Who's that? Is that him?
- Yes, Steve, that's correct.

Frankie, you're not leaving?
The doctor said you had to stay.

I can be there in two minutes.

Steve, can you tell me
the condition of the car?

Did you have any
luck finding out

what the problem was?

The dead man's name is Alan
Car stairs, South African.

He was here in
Staveley two weeks ago.

Also, the Caymans
are up at The Grange.

Something really odd is
going on here, Frankie.

I think you need to get
out while you still can.

If you don't say
no, I'll be there.

No. I will call
you if I need you.

Good night.

- Frank...

I am not a bloody child.

I'm all right.

Goodness, don't
you look dashing.

Where'd you go to school, Tommy?

- Mitch am.
- Mitch am?

I went to St Swithun's.

We used to dance
against Mitch am.

Oh, you're up. Good.

We didn't want to leave
without telling you.

Um, come along, Tommy dear,
go get your cap, please.

- Leave?
- Church.

It's early but the vicar has
another service in Winchester.

Um, will you be all right?

Why don't I come
with you? You know...

But you're a
Christian Scientist.

Was it the shoes?

Uh, no, um, the doctor said.

Said that I'm a
Christian Scientist? Yes,

which I absolutely am.

I just thought after last
night I should be with you.

Oh, that is so sweet.

Thank you, my dear.

I'm fine.

We shan't be long. Tommy.

You're a bad woman, Derwent.

Good morning, Steve.

Good morning, your
Ladyship. You all right?

- Yes, you?
- Fine.

Chauffeurs don't ring
the bell, by the way.

What do they do?

I don't know, just appear.

Oh, right. I'll try that, then.

Hello, sir. I'm Steve,

I have come to deliver...

News.

Thank you.

We've got Roger,
suspect number one.

Tommy, who we think is in
the clear, being seven.

Sylvia, who's married to Henry.

Henry, the drug addict.

You know, I really don't
think Roger is number one.

Why not?

Mmm, don't know, it just seems
so unlikely. A man like that.

A man like what?

It's hard to explain, but
he doesn't seem the type.

What type are we
expecting exactly?

A one eyed hunchback with
foot long fingernails?

He is rather handsome.

Oh, he's handsome.
Oh, well then.

You should see him with
Tommy. It is very sweet.

Frankie, what has that
got to do with anything?

Car stairs might have
thought he was sweet

before he was
pushed off a cliff.

- We don't know he was pushed.
- You were the one who...

Look, Dr Thomas did
not hang himself.

We know that much.

Yes, but that has
nothing to do with Roger.

He wasn't in Marchbolt then.

I mean, he says he wasn't.

Sylvia said it too.

It was on the 18th and
he was here doing tricks

at Tommy's birthday party.

Hmm, funny voices
and impressions

which he's, actually,
very good at.

Oh.

Roger's in the
clear, I'm afraid.

Look, I'm not saying there's
not something going on here.

I'm just much more curious
about this Nicholson character.

What makes you say that?

The morphia.

Isn't it so odd that someone
would try and poison you

and then it shows up here?

How many people have
access to a drug like that?

It gets odder still.

Because last night I met
the woman in the photograph.

- The Cayman broad?
- No, the real woman.

In the real photograph.

The one I've been
dreaming about.

Her name is Moira Nicholson.
And her husband...

Is Dr Nicholson.

And according to Moira,

Dr Nicholson is a
very dangerous man.

And you believe her?

Yes, I believe her.

She pretty?

- She's frightened.
- Oh.

She's pretty frightened.

She's very frightened.

And irrelevantly pretty.

What if we're in
the wrong house?

Maybe I should have
crashed into The Grange.

Well, whichever house
you crashed into,

we still don't
know who Evans is.

We don't know who they are,

what didn't they
ask him, and why.

Are they all out, at the moment?

What do you mean,
dreaming about?

Can we just...

Sylvia and Henry's.

Tommy.

See, does this really look
like the room of a killer?

How would I know?

Oh, God.

Mustard-yellow waistcoat.
Now anything's possible.

Well, I'll be damned. A
four-bed house in Marchbolt.

That's the Willoughby's.
How much are they asking?

Stay here.

There was a... I had a car.

Tommy, come and look at this.

That is an...

Thank you.

It's the Nicholsons, darling,
they've come for lunch.

Tommy.

Would you like to
drive her?

Just lunch, Henry,
it's just lunch.

That is an absolute beaut.

Bet you get some pace
out of that thing, huh?

Roger,
where are you going?

Trying to get
some church stuff,

- why, is everything all right?
- Yes.

Oh, there you go.

Roger,

why don't I take
you for a spin now?

Supposed to rain later and it's
much more fun when it's dry.

Hang on a minute.

Come on.
Better be quick.

Good Lord, where
did he come from?

You know chauffeurs,
they just appear.

Good man.

Roger.

Frankie, I'd like you
to meet Moira Nicholson.

And this is Dr Nicholson.

How do you do? I've
heard lots about you.

- And I, you.
Really? I doubt that.

You'd be surprised.

Your accident caused quite
a stir in the village.

Well, you know, that's
how I like my villages.

Perhaps, because it
was not an accident.