All language subtitles for Miss Elmore (Dr. Crippen trial) - starring Hannah Gordon & John Fraser (1981)

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Ethel? Ethel?

Ethel.

It's all right.

I locked the office door.

It's no use.

I can't...

Well, but it's not fair.

Don't, Ethel.

Try, Peter.

Oh, try.

Oh, oh.

Tell her to leave you alone.

Tell her.

Ethel.

Miss Elmore.

Fat.

Clainted in file.

Touching you.

Taking your clothes off.

You let her do it all the time.

You let her.

Her.

She was the man's wife.

Stage name Bell Elmore.

Him?

A purveyor of Peyton medicine

was an American medical training.

He had met and been smitten by the vivacious young singer Bell

when she still nursed hopes of a career as an opera singer.

They were American citizens who had married, moved to England

and settled in a large gloomy house in London's Camden Town,

where he found himself chained not to an opera star,

but to a third-rate musical artist with a foul temper

and an enormous sexual appetite.

He was lonely, fastidious, impenetrable.

A little man called Holly Harvey Crippen.

Help Bell clear away the dinner things like I always did.

And this was the night of January the 31st.

Weist in the parlour.

That's how the four of us enjoyed our evenings.

Just me and my husband and Bell and Peter.

American cocktails.

Peter, you know Dr. Crippen is Peter.

Well, isn't it cosier than what?

Holly Harvey.

Yes, just go on, Mrs. Martinetti.

Yes, well, I'll say.

Ochista Goodnight, hop off one in the morning.

Standing there at the top of the steps, waving us off.

A full bloom.

Down, come down Bell, I'll call you.

Catch your death.

Cold.

Catch her death of cold.

Bell Elmo was never to be seen again.

It was 1910, the year the little doctor from America

thrilled and chilled the world.

The first man ever caught with the help of a new device called Radio.

Court and Igna Minnius to ship back to London with his mistress, Ethel and Nef.

He to stand trial at the new number one court at the Old Bailey

for the murder of his wife.

She to away to a separate trial is his accomplice.

I seem to you to be in quite good health.

Babylie?

Mm.

Was Mrs. Crippen in good spirits that evening?

Oh, jolly, it's a pantomime.

Ochista.

Goodnight, Bell.

Goodnight.

Gone to America.

You're a fine one, Peter.

I told him, springing that on us.

Springing that?

Was it Beller gone off on the sudden?

Home to America.

Someone in the family taken ill.

One, Earth didn't ascend as a telegram before she went.

I asked him, I could have gone to the station with some flowers, seen her off properly.

So, Dr. Crippen had told you that his wife had left the country just like that.

Oh, Bell, sure to send me a postcard, I thought.

Sure to.

Never did.

Oh, she's right up in the wilds of California.

That was his story.

Yes, go on, Mrs. Martin, yes, yes.

Mrs. Martin, yes, yes.

Well, I asked him if he was going to the ball.

This being?

Well, the musical, ladies, benevolent fund.

I mean, they never miss Bell and Peter, not in ten years.

Well, she was our treasurer, of course.

Well, he bought his two tickets all right.

Only this time he brought along that ethel.

His time pissed.

Ethel Le Nave, wearing a diamond brooch.

Exhibits 11, please.

Is that the brooch?

Yes, this is it all right.

I don't want to appear malicious, but I know for a fact.

You know what?

Mrs. Crippen used to wear it.

What happened after the ball, Mrs. Martin, at it?

Well, Peter told us he'd received a letter from Bell's relations over there.

Bell had been taken ill herself.

Very ill.

Something in the lungs.

And then a few weeks later, your help has survived and get the telegram from him, saying that Bell had passed away.

Gone.

Gone.

I said something about the funeral.

He said she wasn't going to be buried, cremated.

And the ashes were being sent over.

Now, Mrs. Martin, Eddie, what sort of clothes did Mrs. Crippen wear?

Mrs. Martin, Eddie.

Did Mrs. Crippen wear gay, fashionable clothes, the sort you would expect to stage perform at wear?

Oh, my, yes.

I've seen her in at least two sets of furs, must, Kate.

Exhibits 17 and 18, please.

Now, after Mrs. Crippen disappeared, did you see anyone else wearing a set of furs like that?

Ethel Le Nave.

My lord, it is not disputed that Mrs. Le Nave on occasion bore the jewelry and furs that once belonged to Mrs. Crippen.

I'm obliged to, Mr. Crippen.

Captain.

You're the son of a man.

Me, whatever I got.

Mrs. Martin, you were a very close friend.

She knows about us.

I want to ask you to start my friend.

Cut me dead when she comes barging into the office.

Distinguishing marks.

The way she stops and looks at you.

Cold, Peter.

Like she's hunting you.

Anything wrong, M'n Nave?

Anything wrong?

No.

Not a care in the world.

Try and sleep for your own sake.

I'm in the poking just like everybody else.

Why can't you leave us alone quiet?

Let's have you.

Now, you say, Inspector Dew, that summer Mrs. Crippen's friends became concerned about her disappearance.

And at the stories the prisoner told about her death.

It came to my attention early in July.

It was a very long time ago.

I had a lot of trouble with it.

I was a young woman.

I had a lot of trouble with it.

I was a young woman.

I had a lot of trouble with it.

I was a young woman.

I was a young woman.

I was a young woman.

I was a young woman.

I was a young woman.

It came to my attention early in July, sir.

And I called at the prisoner's home 39 hill drop crescent.

Oh, I don't expect that.

I was received by Mrs. Leneves, sir.

And she accompanied me to the prisoner's place of employment.

Albe and House in New Oxford Street, where he had a room and at that time carried on as a tooth specialist.

I informed him that I was not satisfied about his wife's death.

He replied, I suppose I had better tell the truth.

He said he was willing to make a statement.

Kitten?

How are you in the office?

Creeping into her tail, pet troops.

She's telling us into animals.

Like herself, she has now shamed her towards me.

Her own health.

But never a drop of shame.

In the States, she had an operation to roll over her.

There was nothing to hold her back then.

Peter Horan, when I was away, I can't stand it anymore.

Oh, my God.

Bell frequently got into the most violent tempers threatening to leave me, saying she had a man to go to.

I saw letters from one admirer of hers which ended with love and kisses to brown eyes.

After the Martinet is left that night, we quarrel.

She said, this is the finish. I am leaving you tomorrow.

You will never hear of me again.

She told me to cover up any scandal with our friends in the music hall guild.

I told several people she had gone away, but I soon realized this would not be a sufficient explanation for her not coming back.

Later on, I said she was ill and afterwards dead.

So far as I know, she is still alive.

What did you do after Dr. Creeping had made his statement?

I accompanied both Miss L'Hernet and him to 39 hill drop crescent. He showed me into every room, including the cellar.

Considering his statement over the next two days, I decided to call on him again.

I could find neither the prisoner nor Miss L'Hernet.

Go on, Inspector.

I returned with other officers and made a thorough search, even digging up portions of the garden.

Nothing, sir.

Not until I returned to the house for the third time.

The coal cellar.

It's always worth it. It's in the psychology. Deep enough never to see the light again.

Inspector.

I probed the centre of the brick floor with a poker. It's always the centre.

Loose bricks. I dug into the clay underneath, four spade-falls.

And there buried in quick lime, what appeared to be human remains.

The birds had flown. The names of Dr. Creeping and Ethel and Eiff were blazed across every newspaper in the country and outside.

They'd slipped away on the continental felly to Antwerp, there to pick up a transatlantic steamer bound for Canada and a new life.

The little doctor shaved off his moustache, left off his glasses. Ethel was dressed as a boy. Her hair cut short.

They were booked in the name of Robinson and son. They were still Peter and Ethel.

As the captain reported afterwards, the boy squeezed his father's hand immodrately. He never left his side and his table manners, mostly they like.

The captain used the steamer's newly installed wireless telegrific to send his suspicions crackling back to London.

Inspector Dew boarded a foster boat and caught up with the steamer just before he docked in Canada.

And on that first visit, have the prisoner show the slightest reluctance in going back to Hill Drop Crescent with you.

No, not at all, sir. Did he attempt to conceal anything? No, sir. Nothing?

He showed me every room in the house. Including the cellar? Yes, sir.

We all find our island, our little house across the sea, filled with sunlight.

Did he show any worry or anxiety about going into the cellar with you?

He was perfectly cool, sir. Forever radiant.

The pot of pepper, please. It's me, Spill's Day.

The remains. I'd say they had been buried in the cellar up to eight months.

Could they have been buried there for, shall we say, five years?

No, not possible, I'd say.

Tell us what you found in this grave, Dr Pepper.

A portion of a woman's cotton combinations. A metal hair colour with several hairs, up to eight inches long and partly ditched.

Fragments of a pyjama jacket.

Exhibit 79. Is that a portion of the pyjama jacket?

It is. And the collar is still fixed.

Yes, and labelled Jones Brothers, should make us of hollow way.

Tell us what the bodily remains consisted of, Dr Pepper.

Well, the head, arms and legs were missing. No bones at all.

All the internal organs of chest and abdomen remained in one piece. The heart, lungs, gutt, liver, spleen, stomach.

All except those of generation. No trace of genitals. No certain indication of sex at all.

Go on, Dr Pepper.

There was a piece of abdominal skin and a mark on it which I spent many hours examining.

And your conclusion?

It was a scar, an old one. A scar, such a relived after an operation to remove the pelvic organs.

The ovaries or the uterus.

You are certain this mark was a scar.

I have been a fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons for 35 years.

I have seen such a scar many, many times.

That is the piece of skin, Dr Spillsbury.

Bearing a scar, yes.

Now, you used to be a student of Dr Pepper's at St Mary's Hospital.

Yes.

And Dr Pepper asked you to make a microscopic examination of a section taken from that piece of skin.

Yes. I found on close to exactly what you found anything.

And you not heard or read in the press that Mrs Crippen had had an operation?

Yes, I believe I had.

The mark on the skin was vital. If the defense could throw doubt on it being a scar, might the remains not be those of Bell Elmore at all?

But in the condition of the skin, make it very difficult to form a clear opinion as to what the mark was.

More difficult than if it had been fresh.

Exceedingly, difficult.

I put it to you, Dr, that this so-called scar was nothing but a fold in the skin.

Part of it, possibly.

But the beginning and end of a scar are quite obvious.

Quite obvious.

Are there any marks on that piece of skin that you can identify as stitches?

No. No.

Where a scar has become broad like this one, the stitch marks often merge into the margin of the scar or disappear altogether.

You are quite certain that this abdominal mark is a scar.

The mark would not be a scar were a sebaceous gland or hair follicle to be found in it.

There is no such hair or gland.

If there were, I would have found it.

You can fool men, but not microscopes.

We dissect the heart expertly in the laboratory.

How much do we understand it?

Crippen made mistakes.

We never do, of course.

I have no doubt.

You will go past those, Brie, like all men without doubt.

What has Dr. Peter told you?

She's just been here. Look, her eyes, they're all folk-bain.

I'll show you her pupils.

They're wide and blind.

Yeah.

See, she isn't with us.

It's not.

That stuff, it's not really harmful, is it?

A home office analyst found a powerful sedative called Huyosen.

And several of the organs dug up from Crippen's cellar.

A drug that Crippen had purchased.

She'll wake up tomorrow and know nothing about it.

Or us.

Trick of the trade, gettin' tiny doses in our coffee and brandy.

They work wonders.

Peter, I'm afraid.

I can't stay here all night.

You, Goose.

Peter found me.

Oh, if only.

Or a Harvey Crippen.

Peter, be careful!

Your visit is here, then, now.

Be careful, Peter.

Are you familiar with the drug Hyasen?

I have been for years.

It was being used by the Royal Bethlen Hospital for the Insane.

When I first came to England, twenty-five years ago.

They have you, yourself, used it.

As a nerve tonic?

Did you at any time administer Hyasen to your wife?

Never.

Now, the remains found at your house in Hilldrop, Cressen.

Have you any idea of who they were?

I knew nothing about them until I came back to England.

With Inspector Duh.

Right.

Did your wife know of your relations with Miss Lynne?

I don't think so.

What would she call it, the office?

She would treat Ethel with the greatest courtesy.

Thank you, Doctor.

The Martinetes came to dinner on January 31st.

On the early morning of February the 1st,

you were left alone in the house with your wife.

Yes?

She was alive.

Yes.

And well?

She was.

Do you know of any person in the world who has seen her alive since?

I do not.

Do you know of any person in the world who has had a letter from her since?

I do not.

Do you know of any person in the world who can prove that she left that house alive?

No, I do not.

Where did you suppose your wife had gone?

To America.

Did you make any inquiries?

No.

As to what steamers were leaving for America at that time.

No, I did not.

Is there a cab stand to your house?

Around the corner.

Did you go to the cab stand to inquire?

I made no inquiries, whatever.

Please listen to the question.

Did you go to the cab stand to inquire whether any cab man had come to take away a box for your wife?

No, I did not.

Have inquiries been made of your neighbors to find out whether a cab or a box was seen leaving the house?

I have made none.

You do not suggest that your wife on a voyage to America would walk away from the house?

I do not know what she would do.

She was a very impulsive woman.

What?

Had any boxes or clothes been taken from the house?

I did not miss any.

Her jewelry was left behind.

Except for a few rings, yes.

Her furs and dresses?

Yes.

Go on, Mr. Mjoln.

It would be most important for your defense on a charge of murder if any person could be found who saw your wife alive after the Martinetes did.

You realize that?

Yes, I do.

And yet you have made no inquiries at all.

Cab men, neighbors, tradesmen?

I am not conducting my own defense.

Did you know that any such inquiry would be fruitless?

I know nothing of a kind.

You gave many of your wife's clothes to Miss Lanet.

Right.

You pawned your wife's jewelry for £80 and here again for £155.

Quite.

I was putting a new medical preparation on the market.

The money was to cover the advertising.

Supposing your wife had written for her furs and jewels.

I would have kept them.

I paid for them.

Mrs. Martinetty was one of the number.

Well, I don't know.

Miles away, aren't you?

Like her.

How did you get yourself into this pickle?

How?

Well, I shouldn't you leave all her things behind.

And all the time you were carrying her.

Oh, when hers?

You what, dear?

Peter, bolt her everything.

Of course you never heard half the chit-chat at the office, did you?

Don't you think nobody never guessed?

Such a dear thing you were when you first started.

Getting so cross with your typing and now not either the soul of patience.

She's done it, you know.

At last, Australia.

Lottie.

Pushing and shoving day in, day out.

London's getting such a trial, you know, the way she carried on.

You start, she says.

You own.

You life.

I shouldn't have worn her things.

Lottie's thing.

No, hers.

That's what...

Oh.

That's what's sitting all off with the police.

It wearing things of hers.

You were a full dear, you were.

Still, I've always said marriage vows can't bind a person.

I can't.

Well, look at the way she went on.

Some bell she was.

You don't know your partner, not till it's too late.

It's been so cheap.

So don't you go feeling too guilty?

That bro chose.

I was mad for it.

And have for a coat.

There's nothing superior about a few furs.

It's who's inside them.

We know that.

You fled the country because you thought you would be in jail for months on end.

Is that what you're saying?

Yes.

On what charge?

Suspicion.

Suspicion?

Of what?

Suspicion, Inspector Dieu said this woman has disappeared.

She must be fine.

Suspicion? Of what?

Of being concerned in Bell's disappearance.

What crime did you understand you might be kept in jail on Suspicion?

I do not understand the law.

One enough to say I had been a reader of romances to a great extent.

If I could not produce Bell, Mr. Dieu told me that I would be in serious trouble.

You decided to advertise for her.

Yes.

Together with the inspector, you drew up an advertisement.

Yes.

But you didn't send to the press, did you, Dr. Criven? Why not?

I thought there was no use to my bothering.

No use.

When it might have found your wife and put it into the whole business.

I didn't think there'd trouble with me after I'd gotten out of England.

I thought it wasn't important enough.

And so you fled the country?

Yes.

But how did you persuade her to run away with you?

The trouble I would be in if I couldn't find Mrs. Criven.

The scandal because Haffold was living with me.

And this is all you told her to persuade her to cut off her hair,

disguised herself as a boy.

That is all.

Run off to the continent, border steamer, cross the Atlantic.

That is all.

Got him.

Got old fish eyes on the slab, cold.

Only three days up.

Look aloft.

Up there.

Do you see the wireless aerial?

If you'll listen, you can hear the electric spark cracking.

That's the my cholera.

Sending messages right across the sea.

Dad, Trusia.

You mustn't call me that.

Remember who we are.

Hey, there's a glory in it.

Peter.

I don't think it's healthy.

That orphaned.

I don't think God's shake bell went the morning after all.

How many times do I have to tell?

He does.

Sorry.

I'm sorry, darling.

Forgive me.

How?

How did you know what I was going to say?

I always know what you're going to say.

You and I, we don't need an aerial.

And that Mr. Mure is so hard.

Anyone but him, Peter said.

Anyone but Mr. Mure against him.

We were going to get married, you know.

We were, honestly.

That's us, maybe.

They're going to kill him.

Now look, dear.

If ever you...

When you're finished with all this,

I'm sure our lotty would have you, you know.

If you wanted to go out there,

I wasn't born yesterday, you know, dear.

You can tell me all about it.

Kissing I never guessed why you ran away with him.

Really, why?

You have been a tenant at 39 Hill Drop Crescent for some five years.

Since September 1905.

I have.

And Dr. Crippen, an eminent surgeon,

has already told us that the human remains found in your cellar

cannot have been buried there more than eight months.

I dispute that.

You dispute expert forensic evidence.

I dispute that.

You dispute expert forensic evidence.

All right.

So far as you know, the remains cannot have been put there

while you were a tenant.

Not that I know of.

It would have been impossible.

I wouldn't say impossible.

There were times when my wife and I were away.

Do you really ask the jury to understand that without your knowledge

or your wife's, those remains could have been put into your cellar?

It doesn't seem probable, but there is a possibility.

I want to look at two suits of pajamas.

Exhibit 47, please.

Are those your pajamas?

Yes.

When did you get them?

I bought them last autumn.

Autumn 1909, I see.

Where from?

Jones Brothers of Holloway.

Exhibit 48.

Would you say that the material of that pair of pajama trousers

is the same as the two suits?

It appears to be.

Yes.

Is that pair of pajama trousers part of a third set?

Yes, I said I bought previously.

Long time previously.

Nothing carefully.

You're giving a very, very important answer.

I bought these two complete suits last September.

These previous.

After you went to live at Hill Drop Present?

I think very shortly afterwards.

Are you sure?

It was about that time I started to wear the jamas.

My wife decided to...

You bought the trousers in 1905?

I'm not sure it was 1905.

1906?

Shortly after moving into Hill Drop Present, Mr. Milord,

I'm questioning him on certain information that I have to do.

I'm questioning him on certain information that I have.

Were not those trousers part of the same purchase of three sets of pajamas?

No, were not.

I'm sure of it.

What became of the jacket?

I can't tell you.

War not?

Exhibit 79.

Would you remove the exhibit from the dish?

I can't hear it with the pattern on that pair of trousers.

Is it the same, pattern?

It is similar.

I wouldn't say it was the same.

Similar is one thing.

You are asked to say whether it is the same.

It looks the same.

Don Cribbon, I'm going to put this to you so that you have an opportunity to alter your answers.

That all three sets of pajamas, one of them incomplete, were manufactured in 1980 and sold by Jones Brothers.

And that the material of which all three is made was not in existence before that time.

It may be possible.

To my mind, it doesn't seem.

Your pajama jacket must have got in beside those remains since 1908, at least three years after you moved into the house.

The information they now have was, I presume, in their place.

Cribbon had been destroyed.

And now as the case was closing, Mr. Mjor was admitted to call his man from Jones Brothers,

a bile who confirmed that three sets of pajamas had been ordered by Mrs. Cribbon and delivered a hill drop crescent early in 1909.

The odd pair of trousers is exactly matched to the fragment of jacket produced in court.

It seemed that Bella had reached out from the grave.

Gentlemen, have you agreed upon your verdict?

We have.

Do you find the prisoner guilty or not guilty of willful murder?

We find the prisoner guilty of willful murder.

I am the person.

And still protest high innocence.

Hallee Harvey Crippen, you have been convicted upon evidence that can leave no doubt in the man of any reasonable man,

that you curled it poisoned your wife and mutilated her body.

You disposed piecemeal of her remains.

You fled from justice and used every measure to conceal your flight.

You must entertain no expectation or hope that you will escape the consequences of your crime.

I implore you to make your peace with Almighty God.

Three weeks before he was due to die, Crippen had a new visitor.

The name Mrs. Hawley suddenly appeared in the prison visitors book.

But Mrs. Hawley was in fact Ethel.

The governor had agreed that you should be styled Mrs. Hawley on how visits to Pentonville.

The big told you the rules.

I am sorry.

I am not sure.

I am sorry.

I am not sure.

I am not sure.

I am not sure.

I am not sure.

Excessory of the fact.

I am innocent.

Of course.

I am not innocent.

Yes.

Then let me go.

I am sorry.

I am sorry because they let you go.

They are too.

Are you?

Are you?

I am getting plenty to eat.

I am so pale.

It is taken kidney by today.

It wasn't like yours.

So at putting the follow, they have no idea.

Hey, there was change in court.

Of course not, darling.

You might have gotten flustered.

I am getting enough exercise.

To us, darling.

We have that fail, Miss.

Miss Hawley.

Court your own outside.

Just walk.

Deep breath.

Are you?

Mrs. Thomas, he is a lot of them.

A lot of them.

She used to work part-time and bookkeeping.

You must be care of yourself.

I am not very strong.

Forget I was a tall boy.

This time tomorrow, you and I with my appeal

will be out of the country in a week.

We'll settle in the States.

I'll let it lapse across the sea.

Peter.

That awful night.

She left me, Ethel.

You can tell me now.

My dearest wife just stopped and disappeared.

She swore she wouldn't be to heaven.

This time, we don't have to cut the tomboy's hair.

Sun for the boots and braces.

Split the pants all the way down the back.

Lock you in the office and flag her back

with a pack of the safety pins.

And you walk through the door.

Secret in my mouth.

Nobody knew you.

Nobody.

That barber, barber in Antwerp,

I thought he was never going to stop snit.

It's a matter of dining.

It'll go against.

Don't.

Don't.

And don't worry about money.

Oh!

Forgive me, Peter.

I do.

Is there a hundred pounds?

If I would have to take a photograph of me in clothes.

And if I had to waste COVID-19...

How dare they hung you?

Jackals.

But...

Lipping them, licking their lips so they were remorse.

I had to be too hard to have to live.

Kitten just wait.

And just wait.

When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for a person to dissolve the bonds which connects him with another.

It becomes necessary for one people.

I know.

Did he solve the political bench?

I know Alfred. I know.

That's why the Yankees have a knees up, every July the 4th.

That's right.

Independence Day.

Get there, wonder.

Two of that, Mr. Blanco.

Well, that all lands are milk and honey.

We still end up in the old country.

For good.

Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong with that?

Sorry about that.

You and the lady.

You're not allowed to touch your kiss, sir.

It is the rules.

I should have a razor.

Governor says no. It'll be a B-Y.

I can't go to a court like this.

I'll cut you as clippers again, Mr. Blanco.

You know, I don't know what we did on the last plug.

A bit.

I'll see what I can do.

Please.

Being of our lives, whiskers, whiskers.

Whiskers.

Whiskers, don't you dare let whiskers out.

She kept cats.

My wife, Belle.

Lop in the house, the windows were kept closed.

In case they got out and fell follow the opposite.

Yep.

You got a thing about you, women.

Tom's. She kept.

The whole fine first.

The Magordi feathers.

She's that odd thing.

Effort knows what a style she kept.

Well, there's a dozen rooms in the house,

but we were going to catch all the old food in the trash.

Now, pins are curlers, now, duck!

Strew everywhere.

They're not called a chow and strife enough, you know.

Line up tacky under your feet.

You can't scratch it.

Here's on the dinner.

I could slaughter them if you sometimes.

That's all ready, Jimmy.

Shut up, you're all right.

That's all ready, Jimmy.

Shut up, the gold.

Lay the breakfast seat of the sheets.

And get an apron on over those pants.

Don't forget the borders, books get them clean.

Her borders, Mr. Blubber, her male borders.

Members of the profession.

Oh, that's...

Ms. Elmore.

Ms. Elmore earned nothing.

No bookings.

No fees, nothing.

They booed Ms. Elmore off the state.

They laughed her off, Mr. Blundelker, who'd like to?

I kept her.

I could slaughter them if you sometimes.

There's more to it than all of us, Alfred.

Everyone.

It doesn't make us bad.

It's a bit pee-hunk.

Douting my old buried in her evening dress.

Secret.

Strange drug.

Do you pant for the leash of Ed?

There's yours to chew, day and night, huh?

Cash used to sweeten her breath.

Thick red crust on the looks.

Here's next to my face.

Grey at the roots where the color's gone.

Now you look at her clothes.

She's blotched like a sour side and a chest wet and sticky.

You've just fallen on that.

Her shaving your legs this morning, Belle.

Go on!

Scrape last night's dregs from your throat.

I love you.

What was that?

Peter, there's something out there on the stairs.

Don't worry.

My dear is Belle, is that with an admirer?

She's never had enough until the early hours.

Then the little entry of Camden Town reels in.

Sudden sour with drink.

What?

What do you know?

Belle?

Isn't it swell to come home?

I can explain over it, Belle.

My husband can explain all his girls.

She has got them flusies.

Mrs. Penny's white bed.

Where are the skirts around?

Belle, Belle!

Mrs. Criff and I have been wriggling all his babies!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, stop it!

Mrs. Criff and I stole this!

Yes!

Honey, Mrs. Criff and I have been away from moving with my little queens along.

Oh, when you stop hitting him please!

Oh, next to him, I just want to stop him so badly.

I'll keep coming.

No!

I'll tear for you, Belle.

No, don't be mad.

Get out of here.

Oh, neat in your mouth, say little troll up in here.

You treat me up!

Criff in.

Ah!

Sorry.

Sorry.

Redfuly sorry.

I hope you turn now.

Verdict stands.

Long, reasonable that.

Your solicitor sent a petition round the country.

A reward for anyone who could find Belle.

Or for her if she appears.

She heads me too much.

If I'd stayed that night, you'd never have...

Ethel.

She's letting you walk me home.

Leaving you to go back there.

Belle will never come back.

Lita, what did you do after a...

After a...

Never house.

Was it...

Did I?

Why don't you tell me?

A tough old burden like Belle.

A large enough of brandy soon brought her round.

How tough?

You put all that stuff in it.

All at once.

Her rotting clon.

Beside my right little peach.

The seller.

Where...

Where was...

Where was the rest of her?

And don't ask.

He's on my fault.

We shouldn't have run away like that, but...

Who was so frightened?

Darling, forgive me...

For everything.

Why don't you tell me it was an accident?

It was her stuff.

You just gave her too much of it.

Tell them what we've been doing, how we've been dozing,

or so that we could be the...

Your family, your help, your parents, the scandal.

Yes, candle!

I've already branded Dr. Crippen's innocent little whore.

Oh, no.

Time's up, Mrs. O'Vivian.

The mornings are so cold.

Mrs. Holy.

I've been getting darker every day.

I'll always be with me, Peter.

Don't you see?

Always with me.

My dear.

With the kid.

A grass was blinding green today, I thought.

The sky cold as sapphire, and clear all the way to God.

I was alone in a courtyard,

with so many shadows at my shoulder, taking their last walk.

Shadows are such dear friends.

Dear friends.

I like you, Mr. Blondo.

Yes.

It's quiet.

This night hasn't been turning and tossing.

I'm not going to be here.

It's not right, Mr. Blondo.

Oldest.

If it is so right, how can I feel like this now?

You always do when it gets close.

It's never right.

I don't care what you say.

I don't care what you say.

Could we be?

Oh.

From Mrs. Hawley.

Telegram.

I'm sorry.

I can't breathe without my glasses.

My own true darling,

I will treasure your memory forever.

With you on your journey.

Until we join you in eternity.

We...

Tell that turn.

Sorry.

Yes?

This...

The letters in my photograph.

May I keep them beside me?

Buried with me?

Yes.

Of course you may.

Be foggy in the morning.

Nine o'clock.

No breakfast.

Dear God.

Dear God, help me to be brave.

Holy Harvey Crippen was hanged at Pentonville on November 23, 1910.

He never confessed to killing Bell.

An F. Olenev acquitted in a separate trial on a charge of complicity.

Always maintained she knew nothing of the murder.

We will never know exactly how Bell Elmore met her end.

Ethel went abroad.

Certain well-informed sources feel sure she returned to England after giving birth to Crippen's child.

Someone who might be watching this program at this very moment.

I wonder.