All language subtitles for Shakespeare & Hathaway_ Private Investigators - 04x09 - Time Decays.WebRip.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

There you are.

Here I am.

Are you going to sit?

Good idea.

Oh, here.

Aw.

Sorry about the other night.

- Is this a gesture?
- Sort of.

To tell you the truth
it wasn't my idea.

It's a nice idea.

Shall we move on
from the other night?

Oh, yeah.
I'd like that more than I can say.

Although I am just saying.

- Would you like a drink?
- I thought you'd never ask.

Frank Hathaway I am arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

- What?
- You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

- something you later rely on in court.
- This is ridiculous!

Anything you do say
may be given as evidence.

How long is this going to take?

We're taking witness statements
from everyone. You're not special.

OK, let's begin.

Why were you here last night?

I was on a hike.

You don't seem to be much
of a hiker, Frank.

You don't seem to be much
of a copper.

What you going to do?

When did you last see
the victim alive?

Last night.

- When?
- I can't remember.

You can't remember?

No.

Okey dokey.

Well, let's start
with what you can remember,

and let's play a little game,
shall we?

Let's pretend that you're
a detective

and you're really good
at what you do.

- Dare I ask?
- Just some flowers I got from...

Oh, yoga.

Don't let it go to your head. Ha-ha!

The headstand is the king
of yoga exercises, actually.

It improves brain function.

And gives a whole new world view.

Nah, I don't do exercise.

I've said it before
and I'll say it again.

Exercise is bad for your health.

Why, thank you!

Er, where's our coffee?

For god's sake.

Leave me alone!

Frank, I know it's a new phone

but you still have to answer it
for it to work.

I'm being spammed.
That's five times today already.

Give it here.
I'll block the number.

Thumb...

- My old phone was much better.
- Your old phone was wind up.

I can't even fit that in my shoe.

What?

This is not spam.
This is a job offer.

"I want to employ you
to walk Shakespeare's Way

"to detect a crime yet
to be committed. Respond urgently."

What's Shakespeare's Way?

It's this stupid walk
to find the forest of Arden,

one I certainly won't be
setting foot on.

"How much?"

Give me the phone back.
It's spam. I don't do walking.

And I certainly don't do
anonymous cases.

£10,000.

"Accept the offer
in the next 60 seconds

"to receive a £5,000 retainer."

See? Spam.

- Accept, accept.
- Don't! Hey, no!

"I accept."

Are you going to have
a little sulk?

- Are you going to cry a little bit?
- Well, I hate you both.

He doesn't mean that.

We're the only family he has.
Without us, he's nothing.

What?

Anonymous have just
popped £5,000 into our account.

Ker-chinga-boom.

Now I really hate you both.

Five grand to go on a hike?

I'm in the wrong profession.

I'm saying nothing.

What happened next?

Another text.

"Meet the next morning
by Shakespeare's church."

Blah, blah, blah.

I was to join a hike

run by a company
called Swift Foot Walks.

It was going to be a two...

It was going to be a two...

It was going to be a two day trip,

accommodation provided.

Now, during this hike

a crime would be committed.

And if I was to receive
my final payment,

I had to try and work out
who did it.

- So, what did you do?
- What could I do?

I said I wanted to look the part,
not look a prat.

There's only so much one can do.

What the hell are walking poles,
anyway? It's just more to carry.

You think you've got problems.
Check out six O'clock.

Behind you.

- Oh, dear god.
- Get their names.

Yeah, thank you, Doctor Watson,
I have done this before you know.

Hello, there.
Are you here for the walk?

- Yes.
- I'm Frank, Frank Hathaway.

- Dr Ben Yang.
- Oh, Dr Ben Yang.

My wife, Doctor Chen Yang.

- Chen's fine.
- Chen's fine.

Hathaway, you say.
Like Shakespeare's wife, eh?

Come again?

Why are you not in costume?

Well, I didn't know
it was compulsory.

I must say, though,
you are looking good.

Not many people can
pull off woolly tights in summer.

Love...

- Good work.
- Shut up.

Who is that?

No idea. She's pretty though. Hm?

Well, can't say that
I'd noticed, really.

Oh? Stop dribbling, then.

Wha...?

Swift Foot Walks?

Er no, I'm Frank, Frank Hathaway.

I'm just a punter.
Yeah, and you are?

Hello, there.

Hi. Well, I'm Julian.

Sorry I'm late. Is this everyone?

We seem to be missing, er...

Beverley.

Julian.

I didn't know you, er...

Nor did I.

So, Beverley and Julian
knew each other?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

They were both surprised

cos Beverley had booked under her
maiden name - Sinclair.

And who was the woman
in the graveyard?

Er, she was called Summer Stiles.

She's a physio.

- Anyone else?
- No, that was the lot.

Julian loaded our overnight bags
into the van,

gave us our lunches
and the obligatory spiel.

So, Shakespeare died from
a night out on the lash

with his mates, Drayton and Johnson.

Lesson to be learnt?
Beware the perils of mead.

Actually, it's more likely he died

of a particularly virulent strain
of Typhus.

Excuse my husband,

he does like to bang on
about the Bard.

Look, I reckon we're lucky to have
a Shakespearian scholar with us.

Good on ya, mate.

Off you go, meet out in the exit.

Now, your phones.

- Our phones?
- Devices for calling people.

Pop them in here.

You're going to walk Shakespeare's
Way, Shakespeare's way. Sans phones.

Sans phones is perfect.

Don't worry you'll get it back.
Promise.

Go on, off you pop.

Follow these.
The whole route is waymarked.

We're right next to the obelisk.
You can't miss us.

See you there. And have fun!

Woo!

Brilliant...

See ya.

Thanks so much.

- It is like in Shakespearean times.
- Yes.

Oh, there's a tree.
Look at that massive tree.

Jeez...
Just walk.

Just walk.

Oh, that this too too solid flesh
would melt or

- and resolve itself into a dew.
- Stop it!

OK?

Oh, yeah, just, you know?

Hoo, just enjoying the scenery.

It's quite breathtaking, isn't it?

Apparently.

Are you married?

Nosey.

I think you probably were,

but you've not met
the right person.

Oh, is that right?

What about you?

Oh, I haven't been looking.

Ooo, erm,

let's, erm, eat over there,

it's a way better view.

Yeah, that's a cracking idea.

OK, I'll tell Beverley.

Ah, I told you. Look at that...

Yeah. I've seen better from lower.

Where is everyone?

The Yangs are arguing,
and Beverley's peeing. I'm look out.

So, don't look! Don't look, no...

No lookies, no.

Oh, you're burning.

Yeah, no...

- Oh, thanks.
- Yeah.

Ooo.

I'm going to smell like a tossed
salad. You know, a posh one!

You're funny.

Well, I tries me best.

Are we eating? I'm starving.

A lady after my own heart.

I was about to eat my own hand.

- No, I'm not, they like it.
- No, they don't.

- Yeah, they like it.
- Stop it.

I'm funny.

No, you're not funny.
You're far from it.

This blessed plot,

this Earth, this realm,

this England!

Good health to you
and to all who sail in you.

Drink to the freedoms of pleasure,

opportunity and youth.

Oh, no, I'm fine.
I'm just going to have my porkpie.

Ah, how shall summer's honey breath

hold out against the wrackful siege
of battering days.

Can I tempt you with a sip?

I'm good, thanks.

Dr Yang, wasn't making friends,
was he?

He was an idiot.
His wife saved the day, though.

How?

Well, from then on

everything went nuts.

What's wrong with her?

She's having a reaction -
probably something she ate.

My wife, eminent surgeon,
saveth the day. Yet again.

It's not in here, Beverley...

It must be. It's always in there.

Control your breathing.

I'm not going to let anything happen
to you. Ben, give me your bag.

Dost thou think because thou art
virtuous, there shall be no more

- cakes and ale?
- I need the adrenaline pen, you idiot.

My husband has allergies, too,

so we're going to use his pen
to buy us time.

We need to let Julian know.

We don't have our phones.

Someone could run ahead. Not me.

- I could?
- Go.

Stand not upon the order
of your going but go at once!

So, Chen injected Beverley
and Summer ran off. What then?

Well, Chen said the adrenaline
would only last for a while,

so we pushed on.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

What happened?

She's about to go
into anaphylactic shock.

- Call an ambulance.
- I can't.

Give us our phones back then.

There's no signal here.
We're in a dead zone.

- Where's Summer?
- I don't know.

I haven't seen any of you
since you left.

The van won't start
and the landline's dead.

We're trapped.

- So, what did you do?
- Came in here.

Chen asked Julian to search
Beverley's overnight bag

which was over there.

He found her spare medication
and Chen treated her.

And she made a miraculous recovery?

- I don't know.
- Why?

Because I'd already gone.

Summer!

Summer!

Help me!

I'm here!

Help!

Help.

Summer. Summer...

I fell. I hurt my ankle.

- I thought I was...
- I'm here now, it's all right, it's OK.

That's pretty much it.

What? What do you mean,
"Pretty much it"?

What happened to Summer?
To Beverley?

What happened last night?

It's...

...hazy.

Come on, Frank.
You've got to do better than this.

Right well, we came back.

Beverly had sort of recovered,

so I went in the shower.

And when I came back down,
the mood had changed.

- Slow down.
- Keep up or shut up.

Men at some time
are masters of their fates.

The fault, dear Brutus,

lies not in our stars,
but in ourselves.

Oh, Summer's honey breath

let us make Bacchus blush.

- Dance with me.
- Oh, no, I can't...

- Who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
- Leave her alone, will you?

Leave her alone!

That's the last thing
I can remember until...

No. It's not true!

What's happened?

Excuse me, madam, who are you?

Beverley Sinclair. Who are you?

Detective Sergeant Keeler.

I'll be needing to interview
all of you.

Why? What's going on?

Ben's missing.

And a dog walker discovered
a body early this morning.

I took these at the crime scene.

As you can see,
it was a frenzied attack.

Initial findings from
the pathologist say he was struck

with something and then stamped on.

Stamped on?

Footprints all over his body.

Looks like a trainer to me.

Any of that jog your memory?

Why would it?

Well, we discovered this
near the body.

Have you seen it before?

No, that's ridiculous.
What would his motive be?

Listen,
if you're not going to charge him,

- Lu...
- then I demand that you release him.

Otherwise, I'm going to get
a solicitor down there

and she's going to get
medieval onyour sorry little...

- Lu!
- Oh!

O, hello, you're here.

Yeah, they were just taking
my statement.

- They took everybody's statement.
- Right.

You've got no shoes on.

Yeah, I know.

Take me home.

Er, thank you. It's all sorted. Bye.

- Oh, hello.
- Good morning.

I told you exercise was bad for you.

I bought coffee.

And I bought doughnuts.

Thanks.

Oh, come on, cheer up.

We all know this has got nothing
to do with you.

Anyone could have picked up your
walking pole. Keeler knows that.

Keeler knows someone on that walk
murdered Ben. I was on the walk.

This is just another job
and we will work the suspects,

just like we always do.

Starting with the victim's wife,
Ms Chen.

What if it was me?

What if I did it
and I can't remember?

Well, then we'd inherit
the business, wouldn't we, eh?

And it would be Shakespeare
and Brudie. Brudoo.

- Brudenell.
- Brudenell.

"Anonymous."

- "Worked it out yet?"
- This is perfect.

- What?
- Cos it's proof.

It's evidence, eh? "Anonymous"
is not as clever as they think.

- Oh.
- What's happening?

It's disappearing. The messages
are disappearing. Make it stop.

I can't. It won't... Ah, no.

Please tell me they haven't
all gone.

They haven't all gone.

- They've gone, haven't they?
- Yep.

Doughnut?

Thank you for seeing us.

We realise this must be
a difficult time for you.

So people keep saying.
You had questions?

Yes, we're just trying to work out
why everyone was on the walk.

It was our wedding anniversary.

Ben won a competition,
some online thing.

It was supposed to be the trip of
a lifetime.

Trip of a lifetime?

Our marriage wasn't the best.

It was our counsellor's idea.

Too little too late, I thought,
but I gave it a go.

Did either of you know anyone else
on the walk?

No. I was dreading it.

I thought it would be full
of middle-aged bores. No offence.

None taken.

But in actual fact
I met some good people.

- Yeah, it feels like my metatarsal.
- Get it X-rayed.

Get you two.
Is there a doctor in the house?

Oh, I'm just a lowly physio.

And I'm just a lowly
teaching assistant

but I'm glad you're both here.

And I'm very glad to be alive.

Thank you both muchly.

Ugh. Boring water.

I was really looking forward
to a fun night.

Ooo, you single then?

Divorced. Best thing I ever did.
You?

Oh, I married a wonderful man
that I lost too early.

But park the sympathy.

I'm doing fine. More than fine.
I'm moving on.

- To moving on!
- Moving on.

You OK?

I need to move on. I can't remember
the last time I had any fun.

I can't say the same for him.

Really?

No proof, but you know, don't you?

Men are scum.

Divorce him.

Or kill him.
Whichever comes easiest.

So, he was unfaithful?

I think so.

He had a thing for younger women.

Oh, sorry, I meant, it's just I saw
how he was with Summer.

And I saw how you were with Summer.

Do you have a
thing for younger women?

- So...?
- What?

Ha! Don't "what" me.

How were you with Summer?

I'm not talking about it.

- Are you going to open this or what?
- I don't think I am.

We... got on.

- On?
- Yeah, on.

See you at breakfast, Sailor.

Heeeey!

Francis Hathaway...
And on the job, as well.

That's just it.

I can't remember.

And if I can't remember that,
what else can't I remember?

Well, let's find out.
Summer is next on the list.

Will, will you talk to her?

I think I'd be better off
talking to Beverley.

Yeah, sure.

Can I help?

Oh. You are home.

Sorry. Takes me an age
to do anything on these.

Come in.

Hello, I'm Lu Shakespeare,

Frank's partner.

Oh, I didn't know he had a partner.

Oh, no. Not that kind of partner.

No, we're not... Business partner.

We're detectives.

Frank's a detective?

Yeah. Didn't he say?

No.

How is he?

To be honest,
he's a bit embarrassed.

Ahh. He, er, he told you?

Only in a professional capacity,
obviously, no details.

Nothing, you know...

He doesn't really remember much.

He remembers getting hit.

Yeah, defending my honour.

Oh, Ben was a right...

- Frank said "idiot."
- He was. Even his wife thought so.

She let rip at him
and he stormed off into the rain.

- Did anyone follow him?
- I don't know.

I was upstairs by then.

Are woo waffing at me?

I'd never "waff" at you.

Sleep well.

Don't go. Pwease.

All right, I'll stay wiv woo.

- Fank qwoo.
- Aw...

Did you spend the whole
night together?

We slept for some of it.

Lovely, that's great.

Good for you.

How did you come to be on the walk?

I won a competition.

I can't remember entering it,
though.

The prize just popped up
in my inbox.

I guess it was through
a soul destroyer site.

A what?

You know, a dating site.

Apparently, there's not a lot of men
who want a relationship

with a middle-aged divorced
teaching assistant.

You got along with Julian, though?

Oh, that's different.
We had history.

How do you mean?

We were close once,

but I was married,

and he was noble
and he backed right off.

My marriage imploded shortly after

and I'd realised I'd given
the best years of my life

to a man I couldn't stand.

What happened to Julian?

He went back to Australia.

I never really got over him.

What even though he tried
to kill you?

Packed lunch? Peanut allergy?

There's no way in a million years
Julian did that.

He knows I've got an allergy.

But he's not going to mess up
his new business, is he?

Thumb, please. This one. See?

It looks like an ordinary
message app. It isn't.

You can send or delete messages
whenever you want.

I didn't download that.

That's not the point.
The point is, it's on your phone.

That's why the texts disappeared.

How did it get there?

No idea. But I do know why Frank was
offered money to go on the hike.

Why?

This is your private email account.

The clue is in the title.
How did you get in there?

It's password protected.

Well, "BIG BOY 1,"

don't write the password down
and leave it in your desk drawer.

In your spam folder,
I found, amongst other things,

numerous unanswered emails
informing you that you'd won

the competition
with Swift Foot Walks.

Hence the last ditch attempt
to get you on board with money.

So, it wasn't a random group.

Somebody wanted to get us
to Swift Foot Barn. Why?

We need to speak to Julian.

Er, can you do that?

Why?

Well, I'm busy.

With what?

I've got a date.

There you go.

She loves you, she loves you not.

No, she'll love you.

No, she won't.
I look like an idiot.

But a dashing idiot.
She'll appreciate the gesture.

No, I can't do it.
I'll save it as back up. Now go!

Good luck. Get stuffed.

Hello? Oh, Hello.

Hi, who are you?

I'm Lu Shakespeare,
I'm Frank's partner.

Oh, I didn't know he had a...

Oh, no, I'm not...

I don't know why everyone thinks...

We're detectives.

I just wondered if I could come
and ask you a few questions?

Oh, right. Come, join me.

Sit down.
Help me finish off the mead.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I saw what happened to Frank.

Oh, he's a lightweight.

This is just supermarket IPA.

Didn't have time to make
the real deal -

probably why
I'm getting it in the neck.

What do you mean?

One-star review napalm.

The near death peanut disaster.

The actual death disaster.

No Wi-Fi.

And my personal favourite,
"Stay Here If You Want To Die."

Boom. Goodbye business.

Who do you think posted them?

If he wasn't dead, I'd say Ben.

I hate myself sometimes.

No wonder she does.

Mate, you're over thinking.

And slow down - mead's strong stuff.

This isn't mead.

It's pish.

In fact, your whole business
is pish.

You jumped on the Shakespeare
bandwagon to make money.

If I had my way, nobody would ever
stay here again.

No point in fearing the dead
though, eh?

So, I guess it was Beverley dropping
bombs. I did nearly kill her.

I don't think so.

She told Frank you wouldn't make
a mistake like that

in a million years.

- Did she?
- Yeah.

Hm.

Was Beverley the reason
you came back from Australia?

What? No.

Maybe.

- But you didn't know she was going on the walk.
- No.

So, you didn't set up
the online competition?

No, that was Red Jewel Promotions?

- Yeah, they did it.
- So, you had nothing to do with it?

I'm Mr Practical, build anything me.

But publicity? All that tech stuff?
Just doesn't interest me.

When Red Jewel popped up,
offering their services,

I bit their hand off.

Three months ago, Red Jewel
Promotions didn't even exist.

It's like it was set up purely
to get people on the walk.

Right, do we know who's behind it?

I looked up the company info.

Red Jewel Promotions is registered
under the name Frank Hathaway.

- What?!
- He's being set up.

Shakespeare and Hathaway,
how may I help you?

Oh, right?

Right?

Right...

Right?

Frank's been arrested for murder.

Forensics discovered that
the footprints surrounding

and covering the body of
the victim are a perfect match

for your trainers.

They were by the door of the barn.
Anyone could have used them.

Blood found on your trainers

and your walking pole has been
confirmed as that of the victim.

Like I said, anyone could have
used them.

We also found traces of your blood
on your walking pole

indicating a struggle occurred
between you and the victim.

Well, that didn't happen.

- Well... it did, but earlier on.
- Is that so?

For the benefit of the tape,
I am now showing Mr Hathaway

a phone, exhibit reference JK13.

Please, could you open it with
your thumbprint.

The messages I received disappeared.
I told you.

Actually, we're after a message
you sent.

This one.

For the benefit of the tape,

the message reads
"Meet me at the obelisk."

The exact same message we found on

the victim's phone
recovered by his body.

I didn't write that.
How could I? There was no signal.

You don't need signal to send
a Bluetooth message.

You just need someone willing
to accept it.

Why would Ben accept a message
from me?

He hit me.

Why would he meet ME at the obelisk?

He wouldn't. But you can name
your phone whatever you want.

And you knew exactly what to name
yours to make him come running.

Very clever.

But you always thought
that you were cleverer

than everyone else,
didn't you, Frank?

7.93 an hour.

Is it usually this hard?

Pff... Usually we have Frank.

Oh... Remind me never to do yoga
again.

- This is all wrong.
- What is?

You. Upside down. A new world view.

These aren't suspects.

They're all victims.

Frank... is up for murder.

Summer could have died at
the quarry.

Julian - probably
going to lose his business.

Beverley nearly died. Ben did die.

And Chen lost her husband.

They're not suspects -
they're all victims.

So we are missing someone.

Someone we haven't even considered
yet.

Who?

I have no idea.

But the walk, the walk is the common
link,

so we need to get back
to Swift Foot Barn.

Probably tomorrow now.

Well, it's just that,

we know what made you come back
from Australia,

but we wondered what made you go?

Was that to do with Beverley too?

Partly. But I'd also just quit
my business.

Oh, right. What was your business?

Security.
I installed high-tech alarms.

OK. It's just yesterday you said
that high-tech stuff

wasn't really your thing.

Oh, yeah, no, it isn't.
No, I just installed the kit.

My business partner Michael,
he did the tech.

Where's Michael now?

I don't know, mate.

You sure about that?

He's sure.

Neither of us know or care
where he is.

Michael Reynolds - a drunk,
a gambler, my husband.

He was not a nice man.

I should have stayed.

I should have come when you asked.

What made you leave the business?

Money was going missing.

I suspected Michael was stealing it
to pay his debts.

And I confronted him,
but he denied it.

So you went to Australia.
What happened to him?

- He went to prison.
- Prison?

After I divorced him, the police
caught him stealing

from some of the companies
he installed alarms for.

He got jailed for five years.

- I wonder how the police found out.
- I don't know.

I tipped them off.

I was angry...

...and... and a little heartbroken,
if I'm honest.

I'm sorry.

You've got nothing to apologise for.

Well... Michael sounds like
an angry man.

He's angry with his ex-business
partner, angry with his ex-wife.

This is all about revenge.

Here we are - Michael Reynolds held
at Avonford Prison,

but released early!

It's Michael. We go to Keeler,
we get Frank out.

Well, hang on, first
we need to confirm the theory.

And we were just wondering if
the name Michael Reynolds

meant anything to you?

He was a patient of mine.

He was? Right.

Do you remember anything about him?

Some cases you don't forget.

I operated on Michael
when he'd fallen from a roof.

It was touch-and-go,
multiple bleeds.

I managed to save him,
but he ended up paralysed.

Woohoo! He's here! Here he is!

What are you looking
so pleased about?

You're a free man!

Oh, cheer up, you miserable sod.
We just got you out!

How did you link me
to Michael Reynolds?

Julian.

He was the one who gave the
police the anonymous tip-off.

Ah, of course.

I was the one that caught Michael
stealing from the warehouse.

I chased him, but he was drunk
and fell off the roof.

But you were the last piece in
the puzzle.

All we've got to do now is
find Michael...

Michael's dead.
He died three months ago.

Complications of the brain injury.

He got an early release from prison
on compassionate grounds.

But that doesn't make sense.

Michael was the only one with
a motive.

But not the opportunity.

Well, if it wasn't him,
then why did Keeler let you go?

Two reasons.

The time difference between
when Ben was murdered

and he received that Bluetooth
message from my phone

is four hours after he'd died.

And two -

the only person on that hike who
Michael didn't want revenge on

was the one he fell in love with,
the physio at the prison.

Hello!

Frank! You're out.

Well, in the words of
the great Billy Joel,

"I am an innocent man.
Oh, yes, I am."

That's fantastic.

You must be so relieved.

Maybe.

So, how's the foot, then?

Oh! Getting better.

Right. You won't be needing that,
then.

Oh, it's not that bad!

Come on, let's get a drink.
We need to celebrate.

To moving on.Indeed.

Ha.

It's a nice place.

Oh, it's a bit small,
hence the studio in the garage.

Yeah, I suppose, yeah.

It's not ideal for someone
in a wheelchair.

Sorry?

Your husband, Michael.

It must have been a bit of a squeeze
for him those last few months.

How did you find out?

You were the physio at
Avonford Prison.

Got married to him a few days before
he died.

Must have been sad.

The hardest thing I've ever done.

Harder than killing someone?

- Whose plan was it?
- Both of ours.

Why didn't you walk away
when he died?

None of this had to happen.

You took from Michael,
I took from you.

You all got what you deserved.

That's not quite right, though,
is it?

Beverley was supposed to die too.

You took the adrenaline pen out
of her rucksack

when she was having a wee.

She'd already used your sunscreen.

You laughed at me when I said I
smelt like a posh tossed salad.

What did you put in the sunscreen?

Peanut oil.

Clever.

You ran on to the barn, disconnected
the phones, disabled Julian's van,

then you doubled back,
and faked your own injury.

How am I doing?

But you didn't realise that Ben had
a peanut allergy, did you?

Cos you were focused on Chen.

When she got that adrenaline pen
out of her husband's bag,

you must have been livid.

- I was.
- And you could still have walked away.

I wanted her to suffer too.

She took my husband.
I was going to take hers.

How did you, um...?

How did you...?

Kill Ben? I slipped out.

It was easy to get him
to meet me at the obelisk.

He didn't even notice I was wearing
your trainers

and carrying your hiking pole in the
bloodied towel I'd taken from you.

He cried when I hit him.

He was innocent.

He was a letchy old man,
just like you!

Careful, Frank.

Michael's medication is VERY strong.

The only reason I was in bed
with you

was because I couldn't find
your phone.

Who keeps their phone in a shoe?

Safest place for it.

I... I really liked you.

Oh...! I know!

Everyone saw how much you did.

That's why they'll believe me
when I tell them that you came

to my house drunk,
and when I refused you...

...you attacked me.

I'm in fear of my life.

Just so you know,
even in a wheelchair,

Michael was twice
the man you could ever be!

Summer Stiles, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder!

Get off! Get her out of here.

Are you OK?

Oh, nighty-night, Summer!
Don't let the bed bugs bite!

Go to hell!

Ooh! That's not nice, is it?

- How's he doing?
- Yes, he's a little bit, um...

Ooh, haha!

Joseph Keeler!

Oh, come on...

I love your tash.

Hello, little caterpillar!

Ooh, hello, Frank!

All right, whatever.
The wire worked.

We got everything.
She'll go down. It was a good idea.

- Oh...
- Good.

I'm glad, Orifice.

No! Off...

Officer!

- It's a nice colour. Do you dye it?
- Just get him out of here.

- Yes, I will.
- Goodnight, Keely Wheely.

Goodnight, little caterpillar.

Ooh, goodnight, Frankie!

Oh, Frank...

Oh, Frank...

Oh, Frank, no, I can't take
the weight. Frank! Frank! Frank!

Francis Hathaway,
get in the car now!

Oh, yes, Ma'am.

You were not exaggerating, Lu.
He's in a right state.

I'm glad you came. Come on.

My pleasure.
Where are we taking him?

To mine.
I don't want him on his own.

Oh... I'm never alone with you two.
Huh?

We're family! I love you guys.
I love ya!

- In you go.Oh...
- Mind the head.

That's it.

And the leg is in! There we go.

Hoo-hoo! Did you get all that?
Every word.

I love you guys.
I love ya!

We're never going to have
to buy another coffee again.