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I'm getting something.

It's not clear.

I think... Yes.

It's A.

Does the letter A mean something to
anyone here?

It's a man, I think, trying to
communicate.

Capital letter A.

Not very well formed.

Could it be an age?

Age does sometimes look like age.

Oh, you're right.

It's age.

I've got it clear now.

Age.

A definite age.

Harry.

Someone dear to you. My husband.

He passed over in January.

His handwriting were never easy to read.

Harry?

Are you there, Harry?

Is there something you want to say to
this lady?

It's him.

I know it is.

I can smell his pipe tobacco.

They're called house parties.

She calls up the dead for small groups
in her own front room.

Ten pounds admission.

It's unhealthy.

What do you want us to do?

Expose her.

It's not illegal.

Then it ought to be.

Taking advantage of the bereaved at a
vulnerable time.

Oh, you'll have to excuse me. That
lady's poodle's lifting its leg on the

It won't be long.

Oi!

I can't sell those.

You've soiled the goods. You'll have to
take them.

It's all work, I suppose.

There's work and work, Geoffrey.

Though we've not had much to do with the
supernatural up till now.

Mother goes twice a week. The expense is
horrendous.

£20 it is. And buff fares.

Oh, but it's worse.

The house parties are only a come -on.

Folks go for the interest and then get
hooped.

Mothers have been private consultations
at £25 an hour.

She must be getting some satisfaction or
she wouldn't go back.

We're not meant to get satisfaction in
this world.

We're meant to get through it as best we
can and hope for better in the next.

I've asked Mother to come and live with
us, but she refuses. She says Dad talks

to her through a spirit guide and tells
her to stay where she is.

Why don't you go to the seance with her?

She says the spirits won't utter if they
sense a hostile presence.

But if your dad really is talking to
her...

We had him cremated.

He no longer possesses the equipment to
communicate through a spirit guide or

anyone else.

Will you take the job or not?

Forgive me for mentioning this.

Our speakers are fine.

Our fees aren't high, although my
husband keeps telling me we should put

up. But even so... I can afford a week.
It'll take longer than that.

Five days as work. You can slot it in
with something else. Now, if you'll

me, I've got work to do. We'll be in
touch.

Henry? I want you in the perennials,
PDQ, so stir your stumps.

Exposing fraud, Mrs Wentworth.

It's a public service, if ever there was
one.

She just wants to get her hands on her
mother's nest egg before it's

But if this medium really is a fake, I
suppose it's true she's taken advantage.

Eyes closed.

Breathe.

In.

Out.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out. Feel yourselves floating.

Eyes open.

Minds open.

Ready. Ready to receive.

Now, Tiny, never at the beginning.

You're in the way.

Let the Red Indian gentleman through.

Who's Tiny?

A spirit guide. Just a little girl. She
interrupts the others.

Shh. No distractions, please.

Is it an astral presence, Tiny?

Something from a lower plane frightening
you?

Oh, I see.

Don't cry, my dear. It won't hurt you.

What happened?

It was Tiny.

She was frightened.

The subtlety in the room interfering
with reception.

I felt it from the beginning, but it's
stronger now.

There's someone in this room who wants
to destroy our work.

Do you know the source?

Oh, yes, I know the source.

I know which one of you it is.

I can feel the bad vibrations creating
astral static.

I must ask you to go now, please.

The spirits will not speak to those with
closed ears.

Your money will be refunded.

Who was she?

I can't say. She's never been before.

Neither have I.

It's funny how you can't help feeling
guilty.

Mrs. Rowan looked right at me and I
thought, oh...

I must be giving out hostile vibrations
from my unconscious mind.

Oh, no, dear. Anyone can see you're the
sympathetic type.

Are you one of us who have sustained a
loss?

It's surprising your husband didn't make
himself known.

Well, they usually do at the first
sitting. They've been waiting to make

contact, you see.

My Harry came straight through the
French windows in a cloud of herbal

My husband never liked putting himself
forward.

You ought to try a private consultation.

It's more expensive, but it's well worth
the money.

There's no competition. Just you and the
departed and the spirit guard.

What have you found out?

Not a lot.

They're a mother and daughter, not
local. They've rented the house for the

winter.

Ah, DCI Adam's phoned. He wants to see
you.

Tonight? Tomorrow.

Could you drop into the station at your
own convenience?

Oh, that's a lovely hat. What about?

There's a Don D cake his wife made. He
wants you to try.

All right.

You look like Marlene Dietrich when you
wear that hat.

Don't be daft.

I never knew you were married.

If we're not, we don't get promoted.

Of course, the marriages mostly break up
for want of attention.

Luckily, my wife has a job of her own,
so it's just the children who feel

neglected.

Now, tell me, please, Mrs. Weintraub,
what's your interest in Marika Rome and

her daughter, Thara?

I only went there yesterday evening for
the first time.

Are you having me followed?

Oh, I wouldn't dare.

No, I had someone of my own there.

A young woman.

She got thrown out.

Well, what's your interest, then, in Mrs
Roman's spirit guides?

You first.

I have a client who thinks she's a fake.

I've said it's not illegal.

Technically, it is.

Fraudulent Mediums Act, 1951.

But as long as the medium hears voices
that nobody else can hear, sees what

nobody else can see, and the spirits use
her vocal cords to communicate, you

can't prove it.

Now, are you going to tell me what your
lady was doing there?

Have some more cake. I can't be bribed.

My detective sergeant was, as you say,
rumbled.

But you, Mrs. Wainthrope, were not
rumbled.

How did you explain your presence?

Said I'd read their advert in the
Psychic Herald.

Said my husband had recently passed away
and I wanted to make contact.

Robert? Has he?

No, he'll outlive us all if he's not
prevented.

I went there in disguise, under a flag
of convenience.

Mrs Lola Hattersley, wealthy widow
without dependents.

Totally without.

I haven't gone into details.

They come at the private consultation,
so I'm told.

And will you be having one?

I'll have to consult my client.

I'm not sure she'll be prepared to pay.

I have a small fund under my control
which might cover it.

Then what's the problem?

Let's go for a little drive.

The diary.

When my father retired, he and my mother
went to live at Grange Over Sands.

She died suddenly, 18 months ago.

He, only recently.

This was his diary.

He took her death very hard.

Started going to group seances at a
private house.

Mrs. Rome.

She'd rented a place for the winter.

Group meetings first, private
consultations after.

It's all in here.

What he writes is what he believes she
told him.

My mother told him through some spirit
guide.

Which was?

Terrible things.

Lies. We have to believe they were lies.

Before she married, my mother was a
psychiatric nurse.

What she told him is said to have told
him.

These terrible things.

They're done to patients.

Ill treatment.

You could call it sadism.

By your mother?

When he himself died, all his savings
were gone.

For nearly a year, he'd been taking
large sums out of the bank.

In cash.

So he has these private consultations.

His dead wife talks to him, telling him
about all the dreadful things she's

done, and he believes her.

And then he pays up to keep it quiet.

Wait a minute.

The medium's in a trance.

She's not supposed to know what
happened.

Mrs. Rome tape -recorded the private
consultations so that her clients can

a record of what their loved ones tell
them.

It'll only need one tape.

Blackmail.

And no way of proving it.

Special consultation.

Twenty -five pounds.

And bushfires.

Why? You want me to expose her?

Well, why can't you expose her at one of
her evening dues?

You'd have witnesses.

She's a clever woman. She doesn't give
herself away in public.

Anyone hostile affects the vibrations,
so they get thrown out. The point is,

doesn't do anything.

The spirits do it all.

She just passes on what the spirits say,
and the people at the seance have to

tell her whether it has any meaning for
them. So if a mistake's made, wrong age,

wrong colour hair, wrong sex, any sort
of error, It's not her, do you see?

The spirit's got it muddled, toeing to
bad reception.

And what do you expect to get from a
private consultation that you wouldn't

otherwise? In private, she might just
take one step too far.

£25.

My dear, the wastage.

One step too far.

How do we lay the bait?

We shall put together a life story of
Mrs. Lola Hattersley as soon as we get

home. And I shall learn it by heart.

Mrs. Hatterley.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Hatterley, come in.

Thank you, Sarah.

Your coat.

Thank you.

You're a friend of Mrs. Todd, I believe.

Both having lost a loved one recently.

It brings you together. A loved one.

That would be my husband.

Mr. Hatterley.

Mr. Hatterley.

You don't use his first name.

He may do so if he decides to make
himself known.

That's up to him.

I see.

Thank you.

Now, you'll excuse me, but we have to
get one thing straight right from the

beginning.

I'm only a channel of communication.

I can't guarantee success.

If your husband doesn't wish to
communicate, there's nothing I can do

Oh, but he must want to. He must.

He's always looked after me.

He's left me all this money, the house,
the business.

He went so sudden. I don't know what to
do.

Crystal in both hands.

Hold it.

Feel the warmth.

Look deep into it.

Deep.

Yes.

Such secrets there.

Put it back, please.

First, I'm going to study your aura for
a while.

Close your eyes, please.

What's an aura?

The astral part of you.

Everybody has one.

It's just light.

A mist of light.

Like you see around a street lamp on a
rainy night.

Yours is purple.

That's the colour of grief.

I'd never have known.

Open.

Grace Todd said something about a tape
recording.

I was about to ask.

It's a little extra, but many clients
like to have a record.

Oh, I don't mind about the extra.

It's the least of my worries.

I see an old man rocking.

Mr Hattersley wasn't old.

He was cut down in his prime.

Rocking in his chair.

There's a chamber pot by the side of it.

Rocking? A chamber pot?

I didn't come here to play these silly
games.

Please put me on to my husband as quick
as you can.

Good gracious me.

I remember.

You know the old man?

My grandad.

He had sciatica that he had to rock to
get out of his chair in the chamber pot.

He used it as a spittoon.

He's your guardian in the spirit world.
He keeps an eye on you.

I don't know why I never liked him.

Why are you following me?

Eh?

You heard.

I wasn't following you.

Don't lie. You're no good at it.

Well, if I was... You were.

I fancied you.

I suppose.

No, that's it.

I saw you.

I fancied you.

Followed you.

End of story.

It's as old as time.

No story there.

F.

F?

Florence... Flory... Flora?

Aunt Flory lived at Bamber Bridge and
her husband worked on the railway in a

supervisory capacity.

We never had much to say to them in this
life and I can't think the spirit world

will make a difference.

Now... May I talk to my husband, please?

I told you, my dear, I can't command the
spirits.

The ones who come are the ones with
something to communicate.

F.

I don't think it's your auntie, but
nothing's clear.

I can feel impatience hindering the
flow.

Feeling a child.

Is there some buried unhappiness in your
mind connected with a child?

Mr. Hattiesley and I never had children.

We married late.

He did have a lady friend for some years
before our marriage, but we don't

speak of her.

And what was the name of this lady
friend, my dear?

Fiona. Fiona Freeman.

Why aren't you at work?

I'm unemployed at the moment.

That's what I have to keep wondering
about.

Killing time, like. If you're
unemployed, how come you're buying the

I had a piece of good fortune when some
careless person left his car and left.

You're beginning to grow on me.

I've been wondering what you're like in
bed.

I've had no complaints.

Maybe you've had no opportunities
either.

I don't know how to reply to that.

Don't worry, I was only trying to knock
you off balance.

In my job, you learn a lot about people
from their reactions.

You're not a Jack the Lad looking for a
quick pick -up.

So why were you really following me?

I followed you because anyone can dream.

And has your husband's lady friend,
Fiona, passed over? Do you happen to

They lost touch.

She went south to Dunstable for her
health.

He never heard from her again.

For her health? Yes.

To have an abortion or to have the baby.

Oh! Oh!

Whoever it is.

She's extremely anxious to communicate.

If it's Miss Freeman, please inform her
that I do not wish to receive any

communications she may be trying to
make. I want to speak to my husband and

to my husband.

There's £250 ,000 tied up at an
extremely low rate of interest and

I need better advice than I'm getting
from the bank.

Just the same. My dear husband never
appeared.

Of course I didn't appear.

I'm not dead yet. How could I appear?

You've not had a lady friend called
Fiona either.

As far as I know.

You and I were married far too young. I
never realised my potentialities.

I might have fancied a Fiona if fate had
thrown one my way.

It was funny about your grandad, though.
It was.

Rocking in his chair.

The chamber pot to spit in for his
bronchitis. My grandad.

Not Mrs Lola Hattersley's.

That medium couldn't have known.

She could be genuine.

Oh, a lot of old men had sciatica in
your grandad's day.

And bronchitis.

Keeping an eye on me from the astral
plane, she said.

Well, why not if he enjoys it?

The important thing is, genuine or not,
she's taken the bait.

The bleating of the goat excites the
tiger.

Some goat.

A wealthy goat without children.

And now there's her husband's ex -lady
friend deceased trying to get through to

me with a message about a little girl. I
find that interesting.

Did she give you the tape recording?

Next session.

She wants to make a copy for her own
records.

That's how she blackmailed the vicar's
dad.

Kept a copy.

Well, it isn't blackmail this time.

Maybe not.

But I expect that little girl will turn
out to be in need.

This is not going through, Mr.
Waincroft.

That's the trouble.

Hetty never does think things through.

Little grey cells.

Rubbish. It's interesting where there
always has been.

I've not thought it through, that's the
trouble.

Unlike you?

When I began, all I was going to do was
go to a couple of seances, get her to

give me a message from me dead husband,
and then expose her.

Because Robert isn't dead, and anyway,
I'm not Mrs. Hattersley.

She'd have wriggled out of that somehow,
though.

But it might have been enough for Grace
Todd, and I'd have done me duty by the

client. And now?

Well, there's this blackmail business.

I've laid a bait and she's taken it.

Jeff and me, we've made up a life story
for Mrs Hattersley, but she's going to

need more than a made -up story.

Where does she live and what's her phone
number?

I can find you a house and an answer
phone.

Good.

And Mrs Hattersley will need a
checkbook, I suppose.

I wanted to have a talk with you.

Man for man, you know.

It's not the facts of life, is it?

I had to do them without Derek.

I got rather muddled up, to tell you the
truth.

It's not the facts of life.

At least, not exactly.

It's more... The way we live, you, me
and Mrs. Weintraub, there's not the

opportunity to... If I was to meet
someone, a girl, say,

Oh, oh, you're right.

It's quiet here for you, living with us.

I'm not complaining. Well, when I say
quiet, I don't mean the detective agency

aspect, witches, arsonists, the mafia
sort of thing.

They're not always welcome, but they do
make a change. No, no, what I was

meaning is that you're a teenager.

I am. You've got urges.

I have.

It's a problem.

It is.

Hattie doesn't always understand men's
feelings.

She gets proprietorial, you could say.

It's a family, Mr. Weintraub. I like
that.

I haven't had a proper family for a long
time.

I'm grateful.

And as you say, the work, it stretches
me.

It's a challenge.

Only... Only you ought to get out on
your own from time to time.

Every lad should.

I'll have a word with her.

You don't have a job?

I work for my mother.

What about your dad?

The women manage things in my family.

Is it a good trade, being a medium?

It's not a trade, it's a calling.

You have to have a gift.

As for money, we don't charge much.

A lot of the clients are old -age
pensioners.

Put it down for a bit.

Have you got them?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think so.

You can put your arm round me if you
like.

Try to enjoy it.

Don't you have a regular boyfriend?

I like someone.

I might go with him for a bit.

But nobody claims me.

Besides, I don't know anyone in Burnley.

They're only here for the winter.

What about this summer?

Goodbye.

I thought we might go to a club later.

Have you found another careless person
left his car unlocked?

I wouldn't ask you if I couldn't afford
to play it.

Is that OK?

You might enjoy it.

Not bad.

You'll get better if you practice.

Let's practice.

Come on.

Would you do something for me, Jeff,
since you turned your own?

Ask. There's one of our clients in
Darwin, a widow.

Mrs Lola Hattersley.

I'll give you the address.

What about her?

She doesn't feel right.

Usually when folk come to us, it's
loneliness.

With her, there's something wrong.

It's all to do with money.

What do you want me to do?

Find out all you can.

Ask the neighbours.

She could get hurt if she's going into
it for the wrong motives.

You what?

Well, in the course of making general
inquiries in the area... No flannel. I

don't want flannel, Geoffrey. I came to
make the acquaintance of the subject's

daughter.

And never told us?

You spoke?

He told me he'd made the acquaintance of
a young lady.

He didn't say who.

I was going to talk to you about it.

How dare you keep secrets from me?

You've had one go of solving cases on
your own and it came to no good. And now

you want to take over the agency. It's
got nothing to do with the agency.

My feelings for the young lady are
private, Mrs. Waynthrop.

They have nothing to do with the agency.

Until now.

Maybe they have now.

But you've got to look at things from
their point of view. Got to?

Give the lad a chance, Hattie. Let him
explain.

Explain. There's your grandad and your
Aunt Flory.

Mrs. Rome got both those right.

She didn't know who you were because you
were pretending to be someone else, but

she got those right.

And my dear husband, who's passed over.

And his lady friend, Fiona, also passed,
who wants to tell me about a little

child. She didn't say that.

Oh.

Am I losing my mind?

Are you telling me what this medium did
or didn't say when you weren't even

there? I'm sorry, Mrs Wainthrope, but
from what you've already told... God,

me patience!

Oh, I do so hope it will.

All she actually said was there was a
message about a little child, something

do with the letter F.

She never succeeded in communicating
with Mr Hatterley, and all that stuck

Fiona was what you told her yourself.

I suppose, strictly speaking, that could
be true.

Then why does this girl want Geoffrey to
investigate me, Mrs Hattersley? She

thinks there's something strange about
you. She thinks you're obsessed by money

and you may be at risk.

Me? At risk?

I'll tell you who's at risk, young man.

I'll tell you who's obsessed.

And it's not with money.

It's with sex.

Oh, I'm not speaking to anybody.

My brother DCI.

We're in for a detective agency.

Who?

Derek!

It's the baby.

Something's happened.

But it must be about four in the morning
where you are. Is anything wrong?

Yes, she's here now.

There's another little girl.

A week early, but she's all right.

Hello?

Good news.

Yes! A little girl.

Yes! They had a miscarriage before, so
they...

They thought they might lose her.

But she's all right.

Felicity. Oh, yes. It's a lovely name.

Most appropriate.

Felicity.

Yes.

F.

A child.

I'm giving up the case.

What? Give us a minute.

Sure, sir.

She's not a fake.

There's too much she's got right.

First, me grandad.

Then my Aunt Flory of Bamber Bridge.

Take your time. It's this F, the child.

She's just been born.

In Dunstable. In Sydney, Australia.
She's my own granddaughter, Felicity.

Mrs. Rome couldn't have known that.

So maybe what the spirit told that
vicar's dad was true. And maybe his wife

really did all that.

That's not the point.

Whether Mrs. Rome is a fake or not...

Whether the vicar's mother ill -treated
her geriatric patients or not, blackmail

is still blackmail, and it's a
blackmailer you're after.

So tell me, please, what is Geoffrey
going to say to the girl?

Mrs. Lola Hattersley lives alone in a
detached house in the select area of

Darwin. She and her husband were a
devoted couple.

Rich, well -respected.

Old -fashioned views, pro -hanging, anti
-abortion. And she was utterly

dependent on him.

She has no close relatives.

Nobody comes to see her.

The telephone's ex -directory, but he
got the number from the cleaning lady.

And I tell you now, it won't come to
anything.

We're wasting our time.

is not available to take your call at
the present time.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hello, this is Wendy Freeman from
Dunstable.

I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs Hatterley,
but it is urgent.

The face is in the area, staying with
friends.

She'll phone again at 4pm?

Then Mrs Lola Hatterley had better be
there to take the call.

I'll pack a bag and move in pronto.

Goodbye.

Oh, phone for a taxi, will you, love?

We won't get Mrs Happersley and the
suitcase on the back of the scooter.

Do you want me to come with you? She has
no children.

Shall I come?

And her husband's dead.

Now, I don't suppose there's any food in
that house.

I'd better take a carrier bag and bits
and pieces.

Denny's arrived.

Three minutes to go.

Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?

Mrs Lola Hattersley speaking.

Weintraub Detective Agency.

Right.

Right.

Understood.

I know you wouldn't want me to have an
abortion.

Would you like some coffee?

I have the Georgian silver coffee
service in the kitchen and a plate of

four. It would be your husband's
grandchild, you see. The milk, of

boiled. Are we getting through to you,
Mrs Hattersley?

Oh, yes.

This young lady says she's my husband's
illegitimate daughter by the late Fiona

Freeman, and that she's now about to
have an illegitimate child of her own,

which she does not wish to abort.

My mother refused to have an abortion,
and so do I.

Well, there are plenty of single mothers
about today.

She never asked your husband for a
penny.

She struggled on her own to bring me up.

I only discovered who I was after she
died.

And am I right in thinking, my dear,
that unlike your mother, you are about

ask for money? She shouldn't have to
ask.

You should offer.

I want to start a new life in Canada.

With a baby.

Oh.

How much would it cost?

With the airfare and getting on my feet.

Three thousand.

I'll book the ticket, put down a
deposit.

You wouldn't see me again.

Oh, dear.

Oh.

Oh, this is really most disturbing.

£3 ,000.

My husband never mentioned it. He never
even spoke of Miss Freeman

after our marriage.

I mean, there's no proof.

There is proof, Mrs Hattersley.

How else could I know so much about you?

Well, I have no responsibility.

£3 ,000. If you're pregnant, you must
know who the father is.

You don't have to go to Canada. He can
be made to pay. He's a married man.

Like your husband was.

Mr Hattersley and I were not yet married
when your mother went south to

Dunstable for her health.

Makes it worse.

I don't think you understand, Mrs
Hattersley.

My cousin here wants to bear your late
husband's grandchild and make a new life

for them both.

You should be happy to help her.

If you won't, she'll have to get what
she can where she can.

Meaning?

Sell her story to the Sunday papers.

History repeats itself kind of thing.

But that's blackmail.

No.

Blackmailers keep coming back.

This is a one -off.

She'll be in Canada. You'll never hear
from her again.

£3 ,000.

I haven't that much money in the house.

Write a cheque.

Pay cash to Bearer. Phone the bank and
tell them to honour it.

I'll get the money and come back.

Very well.

I shall need a receipt.

She's making out the cheque.

Money has to pass, and then the police
can take them in.

I don't think you'll be serving coffee.

Then if you don't mind, Mr. Weintraub,
something I have to do.

You don't need me here.

Eh?

When you've signed, and here's the
cheque,

before you come and go to collect the
money,

There's someone I'd like you both to
meet.

This is my husband.

Come back from the astral plane.

Robert, this is your daughter by the
late Fiona Freeman, who never actually

existed except in my imagination.

Mrs. Robe? Gone.

Where? Who knows?

Done a bunk?

I've come for the rent.

They pay a month in advance.

Well, they said they'd stay till summer,
but they've terminated early.

Where does a Romany woman go in the
summer?

Seaside. Fortune -telling.

Everybody knows that.

Thanks. You've been very helpful.

Wait!

You're going looking for her all the way
up the... Of course, don't that thing.

If I have to.

In Undercliff.

The pleasure beach.

Just tell me how I'm supposed to have
conned money out of a woman who doesn't

even exist.

If there never was a Mrs Lola Hatterley,
that checks the fraud

for a start.

Of course we can't make it stick.

That's not the point.

When can we ever make blackmail cases
stick?

Now, the point is to warn them off. And
by a little judicious harassment, get

them out of the North West.

Where are you going?

Thank you so much.

So unlike him.

Maybe he's phoned. We should have one of
those answering machines.

We have. It's me. Oh, it's ringing now.

Oh.

Oh, don't. Oh, how could you let him go
off like that?

Have you come to have your fortune told?

I've come to warn you.

No need.

They had to let her go.

Wendy. My sister, Katja.

Did you really believe a Romany would be
called Wendy?

How did you find me?

I worked it out.

I don't see why you have to make extra
blackmailing people.

Nobody blackmailed Mrs Hattersley.

There was no such person. You lied.

And the old man at Grangeover Sands?

Been doing your homework?

There was no blackmail there either.

He was a stupid old man who paid to keep
it quiet what his wife had done when

we'd have kept quiet anyway.

Yeah.

So it didn't mean anything then, you and
me.

Kiss and a cuddle, what's that mean?

Something.

A lot.

You'd better go.

I'm sorry.

You've wasted your time.

The trouble with Amy, she knows not
about feelings.

Exposing Mrs. Rowan wouldn't have done
no good.

Well, I've known for some time she were
a fake.

I'd have told you. I'd have thought you
believed in her. She got some things

right.

That wasn't the point. She was taking
advantage.

I tumbled to her very quick. And I'll
tell you for why.

That spirit guide of hers.

Oh, a shaman of the Atahashi tribe.

Chief Whip. blanket or some such.

Why, Harry would never discuss his
personal problems with a red Indian.

And he kept saying he was so happy in a
better place where everything were

perfect. Well, that's not Harry.

He'd found a bit of faulty workmanship
in the gates of paradise.

Then why did you keep going back?

Mrs. Rome's front room were the only
place I could talk about Harry non

It were worth £25 an hour.

Amy wants you to go and live with them.

That's the other reason the money were
worth it.

I tell her, Harry says I must be
independent.

You know, I put the bolster down the
middle of the bed and sleep beside it

one arm over, pretending it's him.

Well, Amy wouldn't allow that.

He's back.

I'll go.

I went to warn her.

She knew already, as a matter of fact.

You can have my resignation if you want.

I'll go upstairs and fight.

Your supper will be ready in 20 minutes.

You better have a bit of a wash.

And there'll be work to do in the
morning.

Trying to get the rest of our fee out of
Amy Todd.

You're right, Mrs. Weintraub.

You're right.