All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates - S03E04 - Fisticuffs.en

[Cell phone ringing]

Hello.

They've agreed?

Great. Survey?

Well, so they should.
It's a snap.

Thanks, Ken.

Well, don't you
have to get home?

Ok. You're the boss.

Half an hour.

[Tires screeching]

[Crash]

You stupid--

you stopped.

You just stopped!

Don't you look
where you're going?

What's this? You were talking
on this! No wonder.

Please. Uh! Oh!

[Engine revving,
tires screeching]

Did you see it?

Did you see
what she did?

No. I heard the bang.
Then she was driving off.

You must have
seen her.

Did you get
the number?

I got "p" something 9...

B-f-v.

It was the best
I could do. I'm sorry.

It should be drivable.

Are you all right
to drive?

I just can't believe
you didn't see it.

I'm sorry. I've got
to keep going.

What?

Great northern
marathon next week.

I'm running
for charity.

Please, don't
let me keep you.

You sure?

Yes. Leave me.

Leave me alone.

Oh, just a minute.
What's your name?

Ken.

For me?

Ha ha! Yeah.

Flowers
for a lady.

Well, thank you,
Geoffrey. Ha ha.

When did somebody
last buy me flowers?

Are we starting
this meeting or what?

It's nearly 10 past 5:00.

[Machinery whirring]

9:30.

9:00. Is that
possible?

Look, I'll pick
it up myself.

Great.
Thank you.

Thank you very
much indeed.

What's the verdict,
Janet?

New number plates
and lights,

new rear bumper
and panel,

exhaust system
to check,

and a bit of paint
touchup.

Otherwise no problem?

Oh, it's a doddle,
Mr. skully.

She wants it by 9:00
in the morning.

Where are you going?

I was just off
for home, Mr. skully.

You aren't.
Janet wants you.

Big job on tonight--
sorting this.

Come on. It's
rovers and Leeds tonight.

I'm going down
with me mates.

Home win,
rotten game.

Leeds' own goal,
85th minute.

She's right, so get
your glad rags back on

and get started.
Paint coat's 130.

Great.

What's the matter,
shaney baby?

You'd rather get tanked
up with your mates

than spend the night
here with us?

Uh...Yeah.

Well, it's on 5 live.

And you know
where the offie is.

What about him?

Oh, he won't mind,

as long as the job
gets done.

Brilliant.

Now, item number 6
on the agenda.

This concerns you,
Geoffrey.

Oh.

After a long and careful
deliberation,

Mrs. Wainthropp
has decided--

well, both of us,
Robert.

Mrs. Wainthropp
and your chairman have decided

that the time
has come, lad,

to make you a bona-fide
partner in the firm.

Oh...Ha ha.

You've more
than earned it.

Now, in practical terms,

it means we share
all the profits,

after expenses,
equally 3 ways.

That's 2/3 to us
and 1/3 to you.

Have you got that clear?

Oh, clear as a bell,
Mr. Wainthropp. Yeah.

Thanks.

Of course, now you'll
have to learn

how to handle your money.

I'll buy us a car.

I mean I'll invest
on some more lessons.

Cars cost money,
and it's not just the buying.

It's tax, repairs,
maintenance.

And the insurance--
we'll have a problem there

with your age
and profession.

High-speed
car chases.

High-speed what?

I'm just kidding.

And I know
it'll cost,

but the company will
fork out, won't it?

Business expenses.

[Telephone rings]

Shall I get it?
Ha ha ha.

We can't let him
have a car

just so he can go
gadding about,

impressing young girls,
and then charging the company.

That way lies ruin.

He's getting so like
Derek at his age.

With our Derek,
it wasn't cars and girls

at that age;
It was computers...

Until Gloria snaffled him up
with her fancy ideas.

It's for you,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Hard luck, mom.

Don't keep them
there anymore.

What are you after--
uppers or downers?

Come through,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm Ken kavanagh.
She's in my office.

She's still very upset.

Just a minute,
Mr. kavanagh.

I'll need to get one
or 2 things straight.

At what stage did you
become involved?

She called me up
on her mobile.

After the woman
drove off

and the runner
left her?

Yes. I told her to get
the car to a garage,

picked her up there,
and took her straight

to the police station.

To report
the accident,

or was it the assault
more on her mind?

The assault, of course.

And they were absolutely
hopeless, frankly.

Magda, love,
it's Mrs. Wainthropp.

Thanks for coming.

Oh.

Believe it or not,

tonight was a cause
for celebration--

an awkward sale
completed,

thanks to miss devlin's
charm and persistence.

Thank you.

That looks
very painful.

Have you had it
properly seen to?

The police doctor
examined her

and advised her to go
to hospital for a checkup.

Oh? They did
something, then?

Nothing's broken.

I'm not concussed.
I'm all right.

It's that woman
I want.

I need to know
who she is.

We'll find her,
miss devlin.

This is
my partner.

Mr. Shawcross.

Before we start,

I do have to
tell you our rates.

It's all right. The company
will take care of that.

She'll have enough
on her plate.

With no details, they'll have
a no-claims bonus,

and she'll be off work
for a while.

Who said "off work"?

Don't get me wrong, love,
but obviously...

The very nature
of the job, I mean.

We're talking
appearances.

This woman...

You'd never
seen her before?

And nothing had
happened on the road

between you just prior
to the accident?

You mean did magda cut her off?
Of course she didn't.

I'll answer, Ken.
Thank you.

[Sniffles]

No.

She was in front of me.

Then she pulled up dead.

I hadn't a chance.

This runner
you spoke to--

can you tell us
what he looked like?

Oh, he was thin...

A wispy little beard.

He had a red...Oh.

A ban...Bandana.

He said he was running
some marathon.

He got some of the car
number, you said?

Yes. It was a red alfa.

But he hadn't seen
the accident

or the punches?

No.

But how could he
have missed it?

He came right up
behind us.

And he never
left his name?

What was
the woman like?

Can you remember
what she was wearing?

Was she young or old?

And did she
hit you with something

that caused those cuts?

Foreign...Sunglasses,

well-dressed,

a straw hat.

I don't know.

I don't know.

We must
get her home.

Would you ring

for a taxi,
Mr. kavanagh?

There have been rumors
of your interest

in much bigger clubs,
Mr. pickering.

So the news today that you've
purchased blainthorp trinity,

who finished next to bottom
with only 3 wins

out of the whole
of last season,

comes as quite a surprise.

What's the appeal
for a man like yourself?

Well, you can only hope
in this life, can't you?

It's down to basics, Roger.

I am a blainthorp lad,
born and bred.

In fact, I can
remember coming here

with my mate....

New dress?

Do you like it?

Very nice.
Can you breathe in it?

Would you care?

What did you say?

Mr. Wallace pickering,

chairman of pendlemain
construction

and the new owner

of blainthorp
trinity football club.

Must be out of his mind.

Well-dressed,
straw hat.

Coming from
a function perhaps.

What got her
so steamed up?

And does she regret her
behavior now, I wonder?

[Sniffs]

Hello.

[Sniffs]

He's at it again.

What have you got for us
this time, Robert?

All the flavors of the orient--

tandoori
chicken zafrani,

marinated and grilled with
tomato, capsicum, and onion.

Oh, my word.

That's cool.
The real thing, eh?

Well, not exactly
the real thing, Geoffrey.

A good stab at it.

[Door closes]

So...I bought
a football club today.

What have you done,
the pair of you?

Sat all through dinner
like monkeys with fleas.

You especially.

What's on your mind, Liam?

You have something
you want to say to me?

Man to man, is it?

Liam--

leave us, lille.

No. You both
have to hear it.

Well, out with it, lad.
I've not got all night.

I want to leave
university.

The reason?

I'm wasting my time.

I want to travel.

Oh? Where to?

Australia.

And I'm the last
to know, am I?

I haven't heard
about this.

You're going nowhere,

not till you've
got your degree.

I've not wasted good money

for you to swan off
and swig lager

and bum the beach
all day.

Darling--

shut up.

I've got to get
out of it.

What? You've the life
of Riley here.

You've been mollycoddled
by her

and had everything
you want from me,

you ungrateful little sot.

What have I
had from you?

Tell me, dad.
What have I had?

Well, there's a 750cc Ducati
outside for a kickoff.

Well, you can
keep it.

If that's the price,
I don't want it.

Liam, my angel--

no. He's asked
for the truth.

I'll tell him.
I live at home

because he won't let me
have an allowance.

You're down the road,
for God's sake.

Are you complaining about
free bed and board?

I'm a joke, dad.
My mates...

They come
from all over,

and they've all got
poxy little rooms,

and they're happy.

And they look at me
like I'm some freak.

They do, you know.

If you brought
them back--

bring them back?
Here?

To this glorified
sultan's palace?

With you, mother,
crawling around

like some...
Trying to get him?

No wonder you--

no wonder she what?

Spit it out, son.

No. Nothing.

Sorry. Nothing.

I just...

I can't
take it anymore.

You're, both of you,

squeezing the life
out of me.

Liam.

Mmm! That was great.

Yes. You're a dab hand
with those spices.

Very nice. Thank you.

And now we've got
some work to do.

Yes. And I want
to be part of it.

I'm not just a pretty
face, you know.

Never.

This, uh...
Magda devlin.

Wasn't that the case
of the photographer fellow

who married
a rich widow?

Lester rose
and Gillian.

Yeah. That's where
she knew us from.

Word of mouth.

Now, then. Coles hill drive.
Find it.

Right.

What I still don't
understand is,

why did she
thump the woman

instead of getting
the details

for insurance?

[Belches]

Excuse me.

She'll have to pay out
of her own pocket now.

From our first impression,

I don't think that's
her worry somehow.

If she has to pay herself,
it serves her right.

Road rage. You can't
go around punching people.

Yeah, and it's any class
of person these days,

not just hard cases.

I heard it
on a phone-in.

This man owned up,
and he were a judge.

Mind on the job, Geoffrey.
Coles hill drive.

Coles hill drive.
Right. Ah...

Oh.
Coles hill drive.

I went up there on
my driving lesson.

It's a nowhere
sort of place.

She could have been
using it as a cut-through

to the blainthorp road.

Right.

So now we want that runner
in the red bandana.

And if he's getting
himself up for a marathon,

he'll be out
before breakfast.

Wait, you...

[Breathing heavily]

Magda devlin. Yes.

W.P.C. Hampton
brought her

a cup of tea
and 2 digestive biscuits.

Then a doctor
examined her

and sent her
for a hospital check.

She came here
for justice

and got
digestive biscuits?

Mrs. Wainthropp, with
no car damage reported

and no witnesses--

may I see
that statement?

No, you may not.

[Telephone rings]

Adams.

Yeah.

Give me 3 minutes.

I'm asking
just one thing--

that you trace
the owner

of that alfa Romeo.

I've given you
most of the number.

I could do it myself
with your equipment.

I'm sure, but you know

we don't hand the public
that kind of information.

I'm not "public."

I'm just
saving me legs.

And if you find the owner,
what will you do with her?

That's my client's
business.

What would you
do with her?

If your client
wants my advice,

you should think very carefully
about going to court.

Charges of assault have
a nasty way of backfiring.

Questions get raised.

We should
want them raised.

Like who was to blame
for the accident?

Who struck
the first blow?

They're often acrimonious
and very seldom get

the desired result.

Thank you for your 3
minutes, inspector.

[Door closes]

Right. Thanks. Cheers.

Hello. I'm phoning for a friend
of mine from London

inquiring if you've got
an alfa Romeo for sale.

And it has to be red.

You got one in
last night? Hello?

Yes.

[Telephone ringing]

Excuse me.

I've just made
some coffee.

Help yourself.

There's milk
in the fridge.

Thank you.

Hello.

Yeah, speaking.

How much
is the damage?

What?

Yes. Well, no.

Yes.

You better go ahead.
I need it.

When?

Thanks.

Bye.

My garage.
�300 to fix my car.

Got to pay
for it myself.

I don't risk
the no-claims bonus.

It's a nightmare.

Well, somebody's
thinking of you.

Yes, from a friend.
I must sort them.

How are you
feeling today?

Rotten.

Look...I'm sorry.

I was a bit off
last night.

I should never have
drunk that Brandy.

You have nothing
to apologize about.

Have you had
any luck?

We've made a start.

All you want
is her name, isn't it?

Then I'm finished?

No, actually.

I want you
to go and see her

and advise me if I
should bring a charge.

The way
I feel about her,

I couldn't trust meself
to make a judgment.

But I must know
why she did it.

Would you do it?

Very well.

[Tool whirring]

[Snoring]

Ah!

Geoff.
Yeah.

All right, what are
you doing here?

I came by looking
for you, didn't I?

Got kicked
by a mule.

You didn't come to see him.
You were looking for easy money.

No, I wasn't.

I saw you, Fluffy boy.

What do you mean?
This is my mate.

Geoff, an old
schoolmate.

He ain't a thief.
Are you?

No. Never.

Turn out your pockets.

Come on, Janet.
He's me mate.

What does that prove?
Go on.

Ha ha. All right.

I just came by
looking for a pen

to leave a message
for Shane

for when he woke up.

Was it you who phone earlier
about the red alfa?

No.

What's wrong if it was? Just
a customer inquiry, wasn't it?

Were it you
that put the phone down?

It were, weren't it?
Have you got one?

Shut it!
It's funny you--

does she own
this place?

No, I own this place.

What's going on
here, Janet?

Ask Shane, Mr. skully.
One of his school friends

dropped by to pay
his compliments.

Not in my working
hours, you don't.

Out.

Here, Geoff.
Great seeing you, man.

Do you fancy
a club Friday?

You can ring us at me mum's.
See you later.

I couldn't catch him.

What do you mean you
couldn't catch him?

Well, he were
a marathon runner.

And he kicked you
in passing?

Oh, no.
That were a girl.

You're having
a bad day, Geoffrey.

No, not all bad.
I found the garage.

[Door opens and closes]

Dumped
in my wheelbarrow.

"The car is registered
in a company name--

"pendlemain construction.

"That's all
I'm telling you.

A well-wisher."

Who would that be,
Mrs. Wainthropp?

Use your loaf,
Geoffrey.

D.C.I. Adams.

Well, he's done
his duty at last.

Pendlemain.

The chairman was
on TV last night.

His name
is pickering.

He's just bought

blainthorp
football club.

Oh, yes.

And I've seen him
recently.

Where's this week's
local paper, Robert?

Hang on
a minute.

Pendlemain
construction.

You can see that
on a bus

on a big hoarding
just past gindu street

by the brewery.

Never mind the brewery.
A company car.

That could mean
anyone who works for them

or family perhaps.

I know
I've seen something.

Try page 3.

Get off.

You're right, Robert.

It is page 3.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wallace pickering,
pictured at a charity function

"organized by
the blainthorp roundtable

and the ladies circle."

And that might
just be the hat.

Oh.

Finish up, Geoffrey.
We're off to blainthorp.

But how do you know
where he lives?

If he's
a big cheese,

he won't have his name
in the phone book.

We are a detective
agency, Robert.

I'll get me togs.

[Knock on door]

Good afternoon.

Mrs. mabel winstanley
from the blainthorp

ladies circle
appeal committee.

I've come to see
Mrs. pickering.

Well, I think she's
busy at the moment.

Is she
expecting you?

Well, if she isn't,
someone in my office

will have to
answer for it.

Well, you better
come in.

Thank you.

Mrs. pickering: But why?

Why?

Is it because
of what I did?

Liam: What?

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

It will never
happen again. Never.

I think we'd better
wait a moment.

[Voices fade]

It's not what
you did, mother.

But you could
have asked

instead of crawling around
on your hands and knees.

How could I ask?
Now you're being ridiculous.

It's this whole house,
the way you play his game,

let him trample
all over you.

I can't take it
anymore.

So you're blaming me?

No. Yes!

You should have
left years ago.

Where should I go?

Anywhere. You're
still beautiful.

You've still
got a life.

But I stayed
for you, my angel.

Oh, no. Don't give
me that, please.

Of course I did.

To see you through
university.

And if you leave now,

you'll ruin your own
life, everything.

I won't.
I'll make something.

Look, I'm decided.

I just wanted
your backing, right?

Just for once
in your life,

stand up
and be counted!

What does that mean?
That's so hurtful.

Liam, don't go.

What shall I do
alone here?

Keep taking
the tablets, mother.

Liam!

Liam!

Yes, Judith?

Mrs. winstanley, madam.

From the blainthorp
ladies appeal committee.

I'm the new coordinator.

But if I've chosen
an awkward time...

Mrs...Winstanley?

Mm-hmm.

No.

Please, come in.

Thank you, Judith.

You ok?

Yeah.

Uh...I'm waiting
for someone.

That's
a great machine.

A 750, isn't it?

I've always fancied
one of them.

Yeah? You want
to buy it?

Yeah? Uh...No.
Can't afford it.

[Starts engine]

See ya.

"Hetty Wainthropp,
private investigator."

I'm Wallace pickering.
May I hear about this?

My wife and I have
no secrets, Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm here on behalf
of a client,

Mr. pickering.

What client?

At half past 4:00
yesterday afternoon,

your wife was involved
in an accident

in coles hill drive--

I don't know
what you mean.

Please, darling,
make her leave

the house at once.

She got out of her car,
a red alfa Romeo,

and struck my client
twice in the face,

causing severe pain
and distress.

No! This is
nonsense.

It's all right, lille.

The police have been
informed, I take it?

Yes, they were informed.

Then what are you
doing here,

Mrs. Wainthropp?

Shouldn't I be facing
a detective sergeant?

The car has been
identified

by the number plate.

Your wife
has been identified

by my client's
description.

I'll repeat
my question.

With this wealth of
circumstantial evidence,

what are you
doing here?

Because the police
can't make a case?

Of course they can't.

It's mistaken identity.

I was at the hospital
fete all afternoon.

Hush now, lille.
I think we can

clear this up
very simply.

You see?
Not a mark on it.

I told you.

And as for my wife being
involved in fisticuffs,

well, Mrs. Wainthropp,
does she look the type?

Your investigation
is concluded, I think.

Cars can be fixed.

My client's face may
take longer to heal.

I'm sorry?

You'll be hearing
from me again.

If you're planning
to take this further,

you'll need
a very good witness

and the best lawyer
in the county.

We would, but if it comes
to that, Mr. pickering,

you might tell your lawyer
that my client has suffered

physical and psychological
damage and loss of earnings,

and she has
a very high-profile job

where appearances count.

Oh, so it's money
she's after?

Well, that won't
concern you, will it?

If you've no reason
to doubt your wife.

Hetty: I don't know
what I've set in motion.

A settlement
out of court perhaps,

which would please
d.C.I. Adams.

You've got to be sure
the woman's guilty first.

Well, of course
she's guilty.

It's coming out
of every pore.

And her husband
knows it as well.

You've still got
to prove it.

Well, I know that.

They close ranks,

from what
I've seen of them.

There's something going on
with her and her son

I can't get hold of.

Oh, I'm tired.

Come on, love.
Home now.

We must catch
that runner.

Wainthropp
detective agency.

We'd like a few words,
if you've got the breath.

Hetty: No. Farther
back, Geoffrey.

Back.

Stop there.

Was that it,
Mr. pejic?

Where you heard
the bang

but saw nothing?

Come on,
Geoffrey.

Come running now
towards us.

Faster.

You must have had
a clear view now

of what followed,

getting clearer
with every stride.

Oh, absolutely.

[Breathing
heavily]

Then why did you say
you didn't?

Did you say you were
a schoolmaster, Mr. pejic?

That's correct.

Then don't you think that,
as a schoolmaster,

you had
a moral duty?

What does she want?

To bring charges
against this woman?

Won't do her
any favors.

How do you mean?

I mean, young man,

my moral duty
would be to say

under oath that she was
talking on a mobile telephone,

not looking
where she was going,

and was almost certainly
to blame for the crash.

Didn't she have
enough on her plate

without being up
on a driving charge?

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

I have 3-c
in an hour.

I hope 3-c
catch him

before he can run
the friggin' marathon.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

[Crying softly]

[Knock on door]

Madam?

No, thank you, Judith.

All right, so I was
on the mobile, yes.

Your only witness
may be hostile.

Why? He didn't see
anything. He ran off.

He was trying
to spare you.

He'll change
his tune under oath.

But why should she
get away with it?

I mean, look at me,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

She's a spoiled rich cow,
and she messed me up.

She's unhappy.

And we should
be sorry?

Well, no,
I don't think so.

If you've
an open mind,

you'll want
that woman punished!

It comes down
to this--

if you bring
an assault charge,

they'll counter with
dangerous driving.

There could be
something else on offer.

Her husband's a wealthy,
influential man

who might pay you
to drop it.

And would I also
get an apology?

I think that's the least
we should aim for.

And to open our show today,

will you please give
a warm welcome

to our special guest,
Mrs. lillemor pickering.

Thank you.

[Applause]

Ladies
and gentlemen...

I'll come straight
to the point.

It's been brought
to my attention

that some
interfering busybody

calling herself
a private detective

has been harassing the wife
of a prominent local citizen,

causing her considerable
emotional distress.

Who told you that?

Well, I know,
don't I?

It's your friend
and mine--

Mr. Wallace
pickering,

the well-known
local benefactor.

Don't start, Mrs. Wainthropp.

This is more serious
than you think.

I've met
Mrs. pickering once,

in the course
of an investigation.

That's not what I've heard.

And I saw her once
at a flower show.

And threatened her.

I did nothing
of the sort!

If your client
has a grievance,

she can go through
the official channels.

What will not be tolerated
in our free society

is your behavior
in this case.

So we just
forget it, do we?

Because the alleged
assailant is the wife

of a wealthy
businessman?

Is that your free
society,

where the world's run
from the golf club

or the rotary club

or wherever
such people meet?

Now, don't get
on your soapbox.

I'm surprised
at you,

detective chief
inspector Adams,

that you allow
yourself

to be influenced
by directives.

Oh? I should have
ignored this, should I?

Because the complainant
has influence?

They have no rights?

You don't even follow
your own logic.

[Sighs]

No, you were obliged
to inform me,

but not chastise me
for it.

Look...

You and I know each other
well enough by now.

Of course this came
from upstairs,

and you've been
out of order,

and I won't have it.

Also, you can't
win this one.

That's not
chastisement.

That's good
old-fashioned advice.

[Music playing loudly]

What? Janet?
At a disco?

As if.
Kickboxing class

is where you'll
find our Janet.

Why are you
asking anyway?

Do you
fancy her?

Oh, she wishes.

Serious skirt,
though. Great legs.

Yeah, for kicking
people.

She's checking out rovers
all night with lads, yeah?

Yeah.

Why don't we
try those two?

Hi. I'm Geoff.

I'm Cindy.

You're new here,
isn't you?

Yeah.

He's me mate.
He wants to buy an alfa.

[Song changes]

Oh.

Uh.

That's, um...

Liam pickering,
isn't it?

Do you know him?

Yeah.

Out of his head
and out of your class.

Yeah. Well, I want
a word with him.

Come on.

Hiya, Liam.

Hiya, Cindy.

Hello there.

This is Geoff.

Yeah, we've met.

You still want to sell
that motorbike of yours?

What are you
offering?

Well, it's not me.
It's me mate Shane over there.

He can shift it for you.

You still going
to aussie land?

You bet.

He's binking off
the university

to get away from
his nutsy rich family.

Aren't you, Liam?

Yeah.

And leave the family
heirlooms? Why is that?

Tell him, kiddo.

You tell him.

Only if he buys me
a drambuie shandy.

Ok.

I'm not serious.

It's a Shanghai Madonna.

A Shanghai
Madonna.

He's a nut case.

Cherish him, baby.

[Footsteps approaching]

[Man and woman groaning]

[Knock on door]

Geoffrey: Mrs. Wainthropp?

What is it?
Geoffrey?

He's drunk.

No, I'm not.
I found it,

the missing bit
we've been missing.

It's Liam's mother.

What? What, Geoffrey?
What?

[Belches]

She's a druggie.

She nicked gear
from his room.

You don't know
what it is like,

this house.

What I do
is not enough.

Beautiful clothes.
I smile and smile.

What more
does he want?

And now my son...

My one treasure,

is leaving me.

Because you took
something from him

to help you cope?

How do you
know this?

And something snapped
that afternoon?

No. No, I--

I don't remember
what happened.

This woman...

What does she want?

To take me to court
and humiliate me?

She might just settle
for an apology.

What?

A brief note...
And a donation

to her charity,
perhaps.

You're asking me to put
something in writing?

So she can go
straight to my husband

and demand money?

There's no reason
why such a letter

should ever
reach your husband.

Why should I
trust you?

You've no sympathy
with me.

You're working
for this...

Injured party.

If it's money
you want,

tell me how much.

No letter,
no apology.

Just name
your price.

No, no, no, Mrs. pickering.
Put that away, please.

You're right.

I'm sorry
for my behavior,

Mrs. Wainthropp.

It's quite
out of character.

I think I need to get
away for a few days

and clear my head.

Have you somewhere
you can go?

Yes.

Some dear friends
of mine

who live in the lake
district.

The wife is Swedish.

She's often
asked me to visit.

It sounds perfect.

And, of course,
I shall do as you say.

I shall apologize
to your client

and make a donation.

I shall put it
in a letter,

and if you give me
her address,

she shall have it
on Monday.

Oh, no. I may
miss the post.

Uh, Tuesday.

I think it'll see
an end of the matter.

And if I may say so,
Mrs. pickering,

I think what you're
doing is admirable.

Well, I hope it's
civilized, at least.

Well done.
Brilliantly handled.

Well done.

Don't go
overboard, Robert.

That house still
reeks of misery.

But the lady
has guts.

That I'll vouch for.

Geoffrey, what
are you doing?

Don't dig up
my poor beans.

Mrs. pickering!

Will you say
something, please?

What is this?

She's been in there
nearly 2 hours, sir.

I'm so worried!

Mom!

Mother?

Aah!

Adams: They found her
at 7:00 last night.

She'd cut her wrists
in the bath.

No letter?

Nothing?

Not so far.

These drugs you said she took
from her son's bedroom,

you've no idea
who supplied them,

I don't suppose?

Tell him the name
of the disco, Geoffrey.

Mrs. Wainthropp--

tell him.

Let's try and get something
out of this mess.

Good morning,
sir.

Oh, morning.
Hetty, love.

Now don't fret,
Robert.

I know
what I'm doing.

[Kiss]

Thank you.

Lillemor. It means
"little mother" in Swedish.

Did you know that?

I didn't.

It was our boy Liam
deciding to go to Australia

that tipped her,
of course.

I have a son who
went to Australia.

He's coming back
on a visit soon.

Oh. They come back,
do they?

When they're ready,
I believe.

It's their lives.

We can only
set them going.

Yes. Well, I set him
going, obviously,

but he's decided
to stay...After this.

Wants his degree.

Very wise of him.

Mrs. Wainthropp...

I don't know what
lille confided in you.

That was
woman to woman.

What took place
between us,

lille and me,
is also private,

and the outcome is a matter
for the family alone.

I trust you'll
respect that.

Of course I shall,
Mr. pickering.

I have a lot of influence
in this county.

I can do much
for the general good,

if I'm allowed.

What I don't need
is idle tongues.

You understand me?

These are for you
and for your client,

and I hope
they'll take care

of that side
of things.

Thank you.

[Exhales]

Was I to blame?

I've been through this
before with my mother.

She took her life.

No blame, love.

No blame
for any one person.

How can there be?

I didn't want
this much.

Did you receive
another letter,

through the post?

Who from?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Well, I'm finished now.

Good-bye, magda.

Thank you.

Ah, Mrs. Wainthropp.
What do we owe you?

It's all settled,
Mr. kavanagh.

Thank you.

2 grand?

I don't believe it.

We could buy a car,
a mobile phone, a computer.

It would
set us up great.

It's not for us,
Geoffrey.

Some people would
call it hush money

to keep
a wealthy man

high in
the public esteem.

What would you call it,
eh, love?

Well, there's no
tagging it with a name.

We'll deduct
our usual expenses

and make a donation

to the blainthorp
ladies circle,

which may do
some good.

We'd have to vote
on that, wouldn't we?

Did you say
something, Geoffrey?

Um...He said,
"carried unanimously."

Didn't you, lad?

Yes, Mr. Wainthropp.