All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates - S03E06 - Pursuit by Proxy.en

See sense, Ray.

I want another month.

You can't trade one more day,

let alone a month.

You heard what the man said.

It's illegal.

Are you going to
sign it or not?

I haven't got all day.

I'll make it as
painless as possible.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Is the shop open?

No it's closed, for good.

For good?

Afraid so.

I'm waiting for some furniture.

Sorry.

But I've paid for it.

Ring my office.

They'll tell you about
the creditors meeting.

It's me.
Pack a case.

Just the person
I've been waiting for.

Oh, a lot overdue, are they?

Nothing to do with
books, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Paintings.

What paintings?

A while back,
Mr. Wainthropp said

he might be interested in a job

if a suitable
opportunity came up.

Oh, he did, did he?

I said I'd look out for one

on the council's
list of vacancies,

and I thought this
might be just the thing.

Gallery attendant.

In the art gallery
above the museum.

But Mr. Wainthropp
knows nothing about art.

I think they're looking
for a security guard

as much as anything.

And he'll be told what
he needed to know...

A bit of swatting, perhaps?

[Chuckles] Well, I'm sure

he'd be very grateful
if he was here,

Oh, no.
Very much in the pink.

Pinker than pink, probably.

He's in Australia.

Lucky man.

Hmm. More than
you'd guess.

His brother won a return ticket

in a gardening competition

and gave it to him.

Really?
That's wonderful.

Well, we've got
family out there

and his brother's
terrified of flying,

so, off Robert's gone.

Leaving you to run his errands.

Exactly.
Shame.

That'll be 90p, please.

Robert told me the agency
was going great guns,

but he... he didn't
tell me Hetty was famous.

Why, it's only the local
rag, Mr. Wainthropp.

It's not every day
we hit the headlines.

No, but look.

We'd much rather stay
out of the public eye,

in fact.

Oh, I get it...

Incognito, covert operation,
all that.

It's very interesting.

[Door opens]

Oh, she's here now.

Geoffrey?

Hello.

Whose is this?

Mr. Wainthropp.

What?

Your brother-in-law.

Frank?

Frank?

Hello, Hetty.

Geoffrey: I'll be upstairs.

Whatever are you doing here?

Well, didn't Robert
tell you I was coming?

No.

Oh, well, he probably
didn't want you

to think he was forcing me.

What about?

Leaving you to go jetting off.

He made me promise I'd pop in

and see if you're all right.

Pop in?

All the way from
weston-super-mare?

Well, more like
a detour, really,

on me way to Peggy's.

Ah.

She told me how good you were

over young Tommy's
little problem.

A call is the least I could do.

Well, it's very nice
to see you anyway.

[Laughs]

But Robert shouldn't have
put you out.

Oh, it's my pleasure, Hetty.

In fact, it's more like
I'm putting you out.

Oh?

Yes, I got me dates mixed up,

Peggy's got the decorators in,

so there's no room
for me there.

I didn't mind Robert going.

It was a chance in a million.

But he said nothing about doing

b and b for his brother
in return.

It was his ticket.

Yes, of course
it was, Geoffrey.

And I don't mind sleeping in

the put-you-up
for a night or two.

Good lad.

He did seem
genuinely interested

in the agency.

Very impressed by the cuttings.

Oh, yes?

[Telephone ringing]

What now?

Frank: I'll get it.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Is Mrs. Wainthropp
at home?

Yeah, come in.

I'm her
brother-in-law Frank.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm dora James
from down the road.

Well, go through, dora.
Go on, go through.

Hetty: Hello, dora.
Hetty.

Come in and sit down.

Tea or smelling salts?

You look all of a-tremble.

Tea would be lovely, thank you.

Frank: I'll put
the kettle on, will I?

I don't want to interrupt
anything, Hetty.

You're not.
Look, it's just
a bit of advice.

Now, take your time.

I have a window, as they say.

I've done a really
stupid thing.

Go on.

I forked out �400 for
some kitchen furniture.

So what's happened?

I paid the shop upfront, Hetty,

and now it's gone bust.

Oh, no.

I've been sent notice of
a creditors meeting

by an accountant.

What accountant?

The fellow dealing with it.

That would be the liquidator.

That's it... liquidator.

He didn't seem very hopeful.

No, they never are.

You think I've lost the money?

I suppose you'll have
to go to this meeting

to find out.

The problem is,
it's the same day as

our Barry's degree ceremony,

and I can't miss that, can I?

Course not, no.

It's a big favor, Hetty,

but they say I can
send a substitute.

A proxy, they call it.

Are you asking me?

Yeah.

You're the only one I know

with enough gumption
to ask about my money.

Thank you.

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

Well, Robert always did have

his own way of doing things.

You're not changing
his figures?

Ho ho, I'm leaving his system

exactly as it is.

I'm just setting out
the accounts

as they should be.

He asked you
to do that, did he?

He asked me to check
things, yes.

You see, I've had much more

experience of business
than our Robert.

Oh.

I shall be coming to
your car loan

in a moment.

Man: And having
considered the advice,

the directors concluded that

4 more proceedings for
winding up should be started.

On the basis of
the statement before you,

it is unlikely that
surplus funds will be available

for unsecured creditors.

I would like now to invite
questions from the floor.

Paul croft,
wood works international.

Isn't it true that the company
was still ordering stock,

long after it became obvious
that it was bust?

Nothing was obvious,
Mr. croft.

The hope was that
trading would improve.

And you were happy
to hope with our money?

All business is a risk.

Yes, and a lot of it's crooked.

Wild accusations won't help.

Let's just keep to the facts.

Yes.

Mrs. Wainthropp,

standing in for a neighbor
who paid cash on the nail

for furniture she hasn't had.

I want to know
why she can't have

items out of
the showroom instead.

They're not
exactly what she wants,

but it'd be
better than nothing.

I'm afraid that isn't
how things are done.

All of the assets
have to be sold

to satisfy the charge holder.

Oh? What's that?

He means the bank.

It's the usual
stitch-up.

So this is more or less
an interest-free loan.

Is that what you said?

Yes.

A perk.

Well, I am a director,
Mr. Wainthropp.

Yes, so I understand,

but this is no way to teach you

the realities of life, is it?

[Telephone ringing]

I hope you're
going to declare it

as a benefit in kind.

Wainthropp detective agency.

G'day to you, too,
Mr. Wainthropp.

Yeah, I'm very well, thanks.
How are you?

No, no, I can hear you
as clear as anything.

[Whispering]
It's Mr. Wainthropp.

No, she's out.

Your brother's here, though.

Frank, yes.

Oh, he stopped by
to check we're coping

while you were away,
like you asked him to.

Hey, let me say hello.

Uh, he's here now.

Hello there, cobber.

Brian Powell, pyecroft print.

Just one question.

Why isn't Ray lever
here to face us?

I understand
Mr. lever is unwell.

Really? So Mrs. lever
knows where he is, does she?

Where?
Not exactly, no.

So he's scampered, then,
has he?

[Laughter]

I don't keep tabs on him.

I'm his ex-wife,
you know.

Yes, you made sure
you got out in time.

So where is he?

Mr. lever has been under
a lot of strain lately

and decided to take a break.

Make a break, you mean?

Now, don't tell me he's gone
with nothing in his pocket.

There's no evidence that assets

have gone missing,
Mr. Powell.

Well I'm suggesting
it's your job

to get hold of him
and find out.

To get hold of him?

I propose a liquidation
committee is formed

to hire someone to find him.

[Several people talking at once]

The cost of an enquiry agent

would reduce funds by
at least �2,000 a week.

So what?
It's all going to

the bank anyway.

My job is to protect
what money there is,

not make matters worse.

What about protecting us?

We made nothing out of this.

If I may change hats
midstream...

Man: Yes.

Mrs. Wainthropp

of the Wainthropp
detective agency.

You may have seen us
in the yellow pages.

We offer
a first-rate service

at a fraction of the price
you've quoted.

I feel a bit guilty.

We pick up a job
and dora loses her money.

It's always the little people
who suffer.

If we're successful,

she might get something back.

Yes.

Positive thinking, Geoffrey.
Thank you.

You really think
lever's run off

with the company cash?

Some of the creditors
seem convinced.

We've got to find him first.

Where do we start?

His last known address.

Have the car warmed up
for 8:30 in the morning.

Right.

It's a shame you missed
Mr. Wainthropp's

phone call.

Ah. [Chuckles]
He'll try again.

Just so long as I know
he's in one piece.

He... he seemed
a bit surprised

that his brother was here.

[Chuckles] Robert probably
said something off the cuff

and Frank's taken it on himself

to be big brother.

What was he up to this morning?

Polishing the accounts.

Right.

Seemed more like
hoovering to me.

[Chuckles] Put you through
the dust bag, did he?

Hmm.
Oh, well.

As soon as he gets together

with his old cronies
rounded about,

he'll lose interest in us.

I'm not so sure.

Why is that?

I think I've
whetted his appetite

with our newspaper cuttings.

I can't be certain, but I'd say

he's angling to stay
a bit longer

than a couple of days.

What's up?

There's a knocking sound
in the steering.

I haven't got time now.

Well, it's dead worrying.

Go on, then.
Get in.

How do you reckon?
Serious?

Golf ball. Amazing.
That's the problem?

Yeah.

Amazing.

You've said.

Amazing. Ha ha.

I'm not sure if
you're stupid or just daft.

Len Harris has gone abroad,
bill woods died last year,

and Donald Walker
has moved to somerset.

So you didn't
meet up with anybody?

Harry hoggs has gone potty

and didn't know me from Adam.

Oh, dear.

Well, if Donald Walker's
in your part of the world,

you might be able
to meet up there.

Well, the thing is,

since Peggy and Malcolm
have moved back up north,

I was thinking of
coming back myself.

Oh, really?

Yeah, not too close, mind.
Just near enough.

Like where?

Well, somewhere around here
would be ideal.

But I thought
you were still doing

a bit of business
back home, Frank.

No, no. Nothing much.

Course, I don't like
to be idle.

I shall be
looking for something.

A job, you mean?

Well, you know me, Hetty.

I like to keep meself busy.

So, if you have any thoughts...

Well, yes, Frank.

As a matter of fact, I have.

What if he's there?

We'll tell him
we're looking for

your lost cat, Geoffrey.

Doesn't exactly
shout money, does it?

Nothing very notable,
I'm afraid,

but bequeathed
by local patrons,

so an important record
of their time

in the town's history.

I was in short trousers
last time I was in here.

Yes, well, I'm sure we've

given it a lick of paint

and cleaned the odd
canvas since then.

Yes.

We like our attendants
to be able to answer

questions from visitors
about the paintings.

Yes, so I understand, yes.

Nothing in too much depth.

Security is our
prime consideration.

Security. Of course.

Discreet but watchful.

While having
a nose for trouble.

Yes, I suppose so.

Any joy your side?

The neighbors haven't
seen him for days.

Any of them know
where he might have gone?

Nobody knows him that well.

Just someone they used
to say hello to.

How about you?

It's the same story.

There's a caretaker
who says we'll

have to talk to the landlord
to get into the flat.

We'll have to see
what Mr. dickson

can do for us about that.

What now?

We need to find out

what sort of animal
we're hunting, Geoffrey.

We better go and see
the one who should know.

Good morning,
Mrs. lever.

Who's this?

Mr. Shawcross.
My business partner.

Come in.

Thank you.

As I said on the phone,

I'm due out at half past.

In here, please.

I told the liquidator
I couldn't help,

but he said
I had to play along.

So, what do you want?

We need background,
Mrs. lever.

Something that might
give a clue

to your husband's whereabouts.

Such as?

Well, what sort of a man is he?

The failed sort.

What about friends?
Favorite haunts?

I divorced Ray two years ago.

I haven't any idea

what he's been doing
or who he sees.

But you're a co-director
of the company.

On the letterhead.

But I've had no real contact
with the business

since the divorce.

This was your married home?

Yes.

Very nice.

Oh, let me get something clear.

It wasn't my divorce settlement

that caused the business
to go under.

I didn't say it was.

What I got, I earned.

I lived in hope of turning Ray
into a businessman,

but he was clueless.

Some say I pushed him too hard.

When I wasn't pushing,
he was sliding back.

He relied on me from day one.

In fact, the divorce
could have been

the reason why
the firm went under.

Because I walked away?

You think I should have
stayed married

for the sake of your neighbor's

kitchen suite?

Do you know where
he might have gone?

To hell, probably.

Told him to go there
often enough.

You're not worried, then,
for his

state of mind, his well being?

Why is he writing?

I'm just taking notes,
Mrs. lever.

If you're saying he might do

something to himself,
forget it.

He's not the type.

You know the type.

Oh, I know Ray.

He's out there
somewhere, lying low.

Living on what?

No idea.

He isn't sitting on
a crock of gold,

if that's what you're hoping.

If he hasn't taken any money,

why would he bother
to disappear?

He's done what
he always does...

Left me to face the music.

Do you have
a photograph of him?

I don't know how recent.

May I borrow it?

Keep it.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have to be somewhere.

You didn't say
what Mr. lever's

original trade was.

He was a pattern maker,
a joiner.

Told you it wouldn't be
much help.

Thank you anyway.

I want to draw a line under my
life with Ray, you understand?

I don't want to see you
here again.

Now we know where he is.

Where?

As far away from her
as possible.

Suppose the levers got divorced

as a way of getting the assets

out of the company?

You mean they could
still be together,

after what she said about him?

Never.

Well, whatever.

Mrs. lever is certainly
well set up.

Maybe she did used
to roll up her sleeves

and get stuck in,

but now she's definitely
a lady of lunches.

[Door opens]

What's the next move?

We're going to see
Powell the printer.

He's obviously convinced
that Ray lever

ran off with company money.

Let's hope he gives us a lead.

Frank?

Well, how did it go?

Well, not really what
I was looking for.

Oh?

Still, a job's what
you make of it, I suppose.

You mean you got it?

Start tomorrow.

Congratulations.
[Laughs]

It's a feather in his cap
at his age.

Even so, I might have
seemed a bit over-pleased.

Just a bit.

The main thing is,
he's out of our hair.

But still in my bed.

See these?

Mail order catalogues,

brochures, and price lists

ready to go.

All scrap now.
No use to anybody.

If I don't get paid,

I can't pay my suppliers

and so on down the line.

Bad debts kill small firms.

Why are you so sure
that Ray lever

absconded with company money?

Come here.

During the last few months,

he asked me to print
these invitations.

Dinner.
Champagne party.

That was when his divorce
came through.

Ah.

When he and his ex-missus

carved up the company
and left us for dead.

He seems to have had
a taste for

the good life,
Mr. Powell.

Perhaps that's where
the money went.

Then there's this.

He wanted to know if I could
make it into a Christmas card.

Him in front of his villa.

His villa?

That's what he said.

Well, thanks for
your help, Mr. Powell.

Let me know if
you hear anything.

I will.

If Ray lever likes
splashing out,

what's he been doing renting

a shabby flat in Ackersley?

Was it probably...

Do you think
he could be over there?

Over where?

All that photo shows is that

Ray lever went somewhere sunny,

and somehow I don't think
Mr. dickson

is going to pay for us
to go looking.

Pity.

Not at all.

Too much sun is very bad for
somebody with your skin tone.

The fact sheets have
the basic information

about the paintings,

but if you want more detail,

you'll find it in
one or other of the books.

Thank you.
Yeah.

Spend today on these,
and tomorrow

we'll let you loose
in the gallery.

Right.

How long since you've seen him?

Days, weeks?

3 weeks.

I don't keep
a check on tenants.

Do you know if
he had many visitors?

No, I don't.

You didn't know
where he was going?

No.

Did he pay his rent?

Landlord's agent
deals with that.

I'm here on behalf
of Mr. lever's

elected liquidator.

I'm not the police.

Wouldn't matter if you were.

I don't snoop, I don't gossip.

You finished?

Hetty: Geoffrey!

Oh.

See you later.

See ya!

Phew.
Anything?

No noisy parties

as far as anyone can remember.

Ditto.

Maybe nobody came.

Did you get Sandra
lever on the phone?

She won't see us.

She's got a hair appointment

in blackburn.

Who owns the most expensive

hair dresser in blackburn?

[Pop music playing]

What are you doing here?

I was in the area.

It seemed rude to pass.

Oh.

Michelle, is there
a quiet corner

where I could deal with this?

What are you trying to do?

My job, Mrs. lever.

Oh, your job.

To embarrass me

and fill people's
mouths with gossip?

Just answer a couple
of questions

and I'll be out of your way.

[Sighs]

What is it?

Was your ex-husband
a sociable type?

In what way?

Was he in the habit
of throwing parties?

Hmm, we entertained a bit,

but not that keen, no.

What about this?

Oh, it's Ray.

So what?

Did you take it?

I don't think so.

Having the business meant

we often took
separate holidays.

You don't recognize
the villa then.

No.

Why? Should I?

One of the creditors
says it's Ray's.

Oh, his villa?

I don't believe it.

Look, where's this leading?

I've said all I'm going to say.

If he's been
salting money away,

it's got nothing to do with me.

Mrs. lever?

Don't mind me,

but I think your time is up.

True to their
industrious spirit,

the victorians expected
their art to do something.

To amuse perhaps,

to uplift,

or to warn.

In other words,

a painting had
to earn its keep.

Now, take this painting
done in the mid...

Mid, um...

[Tape rewinds]

Anybody in?!

Reminds me of my days
as a latchkey kid.

Hello, Mr. Wainthropp!

You're in then, Frank.

My easy learning tapes.

Yes, I'm on rossetti
and the pre-raphaelites.

Very nice.
Mmm!

How did your first day go?

Not bad.
Not bad.

How was your day?

All slog and no progress,

wasn't it, Geoffrey?

Afraid so, yeah.

Any thoughts on supper?

I've organized something.

Oh, good!

In the fridge.

[Telephone rings]

Oh!

Hello?

Robert!

Oh, how are you?!

Good!

Yes, I'm fine.

Ha ha!

All the better for
hearing our voice.

Ha ha.

How's everybody over there?

Now, listen, Robert,

the news is good
this end as well.

I've found somewhere

for Derek and Gloria
and the children to stay

when they come over.

Yes. It's a place just
across from jubilee park.

Oh, I... I see.

Oh, right.

[Geoffrey sighs]

This is supper.

[Chuckles]

How's
Mr. Wainthropp?

He's fine.

Is everything all right?

Yes. Why?

You look like you've
had some bad news...

Apart from the sandwiches.

Ha.

It's...

Just that I assumed
Derek and the family

would stay nearby
when they came over.

Now, Robert tells me that
Gloria's set her mind

on something
further a-field.

Oh?

It's near her mother's.

Just means they won't
be on the doorstep,

that's all.

It's probably for the best...

If we get busy.

Yeah.

She was asking about
this new development

at salford keys.

That's nowhere near
her mother's.

No.

She thought salford
so that Derek

wouldn't have so far
to travel each day.

Logical, I suppose.

Oh, logical, yes.

She says you cornered her
in a hair salon.

I needed answers,
Mr. Dixon.

She said you were
harassing her.

Good for you.

Hetty: I applied
gentle pressure,

no more.

This committee expects you

to stay within the bounds of
reasonable behavior.

A spoiled day for her,

I can live with.

Same here.

But have you made any progress?

Nothing to report as yet.

But we're following up

certain lines of inquiry.

Nothing as yet?

Let me say again

the money available
for this investigation

is limited!

Look, we all know about that.

But this isn't
just about money.

Well, I'm afraid it is.

It's about justice for people

who've been duped and cheated.

I'm sorry, that's
not the issue.

Well, you're sitting pretty.

You get your fee

the money just isn't
there, Mr. Powell!

If Ray levers nicked
company funds,

that's fraud.

And we want him brought
back and banged up...

Even if he has spent it!

How do you do?

If you know what's
on the fact sheet,

you'll be fine.

And Jack will only be next door

if you need any help.

Right.

Good luck.

You done this sort
of thing before?

No. No.

As a matter of fact,

I was hoping to find

something more in my line.

Like what?

Well, my family are in
the detection business.

Ah.

Undercover surveillance.
That sort of thing.

Still, I suppose this
job has its moments.

Oh, yes.

It's best if you and me

can take our breaks to fit in.

You go, I keep
an eye on your room,

in vice versa.

Right.

You'll soon settle in.

Yes.

What exactly are
we looking for?

I'm not sure.

Just delve.

We know that a lot of creditors

weren't paid.

But what about
those who were...

Ray lever's friends perhaps?

Well, he made sure
they were paid

before the firm went bust.

Correct.

Somebody who might now

be willing to hide him.

Pre-raphaelite school.

No hearth nor home there.

No pots or pans.

This woman has been
raised above her role

of wife or mother

to become that timeless icon,

the beloved lady.

[Snoring]

N-8-8-o-r-t-h.

I'm sorry?

Ray lever's rover.

What about it?

We wondered where it's got to.

Wherever he's
taken it, I assume.

It's a company car.

Well worth recovering,
wouldn't you say?

Yes and no.

I don't suppose finding a car

will be any less expensive

than finding the driver.

You're a born optimist,
Mr. Dixon.

That's a joke, I assume.

Well spotted.

Do you think you
can find the car?

Well, according to the books,

the insurance was
up for renewal last week.

Perhaps Ray lever surfaced
somewhere to do it.

I see.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

They won't give details

except to say the rover

is no longer insured with them.

So, he hasn't renewed it.

Or he's changed his insurers.

Or he's changed cars.

How can we find out?

I'll ask Janet.

The motor trade has
a computer system

that tracks bought
and sold cars.

And she's got access to it?

Well, I don't know.
But I can ask.

This isn't another
excuse to canoodle

on company time,
is it, Geoffrey?

To what?!

Well, I've lost one partner

to the lure of the antipodes.

I don't want to lose another

to the charms of an oil rag.

I wouldn't expect a favor

without doing one in return.

What sort of favor could
you do for me, Geoff?

Spot of free surveillance work.

Oh! I've always wanted!

Well, what do you say?

I'll see.

Great!

I said I'll see.

Mr. Scully might
not like it.

He said you've been
expecting too much

after-sale
service already

on that heap of junk
you bought from us.

Heap of junk?!

His words.

But then again, he knows
nothing about cars.

Right. I'll come back later.

[Snoring]

[Coughs]

[Snores louder]

Of course, it doesn't show us

what he's bought in exchange.

But it gives us our lead.

Ha.

[Door opens]

Frank?

[Door closes]

Yeah.

He's early.

Young Janet's come up with
the goods for us, Frank.

Oh!

Ray lever's rover was sold

3 days ago in barnoldswick.

Ah.

I thought it was most
likely gathering dust

in an airport car park.

So you said.

Geoffrey: Ah!

Escape to barnoldswick.

Hard to credit.

[Chuckles]

You're back a bit
earlier today.

Yes.

Something the matter?

I won't be going back
to the gallery.

Why not?

I've left that job.

But you've not been
there 5 minutes.

But it was a mistake, Hetty.

I just didn't see
how you and Geoffrey

could go hurrying
off to barnoldswick

and such like without
having somebody

back here at the base.

No!

It's done, Hetty.

I gave my word to Robert.

This hurrying off
to barnoldswick,

it's a fair distance.

I'd better get some petrol.

Who's watering his plants

in weston-super-mare?

I've tried that one.

It's no good.

We'll just have to
put up with him

for the time being.

Ha ha. Oh!

Comfy?

Not so as you'd notice.

My feet are boiling.

Is there no adjustment?

Romeo-tango-hotel.

Chance would be a fine thing.

Come on.
We're in business.

Man: Yeah. That's him.

Nice guy.

Did he trade it in
for another vehicle?

No. Straight cash deal.

What's your interest?

We're working
for the liquidator

of Mr. lever's company.

The title to the car is clean,

I checked.

We're looking
for Mr. lever,

not the car.

Did he give you an address?

No.

Have you seen him since?

No, but then I've hardly be

looking out for him, would it?

Why not?

Cash deal.

Down on his luck, isn't he?

Somehow, I don't think

there's a crock of gold

at the end of this rainbow.

Or even a set of
kitchen furniture.

So, where now?

Well, if he's short of money,

he may have got a job...

Something he knows.

You take the furniture shops,

I'll do the job centre.

Thank you for trying anyway.

Joinery workshops.

His original trade.

He might have just landed here,

sold the car,
and then scooted off.

But he came here
just to sell a car.

Well, if he's got no money,

why do we keep looking for him?

Go and ask them for
the yellow pages.

Go on.

Took Ray on a month's trial.

No need to bother,

he's a first-rate
craftsman.

Hard to come by.

We heard he'd moved
and got a job,

but none of the family
knew exactly where.

Oh, that's him over there

in the checked shirt.

We won't disturb him.

I don't mind calling him
out for a minute or two.

No, no he's busy.

No need to say we
were here really.

If you got his home address,

we'll surprise him there later.

You're his aunty, you say?

Aunty and nephew.

His favorite nephew.

He lives a little way
out of town.

I've got his address
in the office.

Thank you.

Don't overdo it, Geoffrey.

Brian Powell,

member of the liquidation
committee of pine paradise.

Oh, yes.

Mrs. Wainthropp said
it would be all right

to call by and progress
her enquiries.

Oh, yes, of course.

I hope that she will be

reporting in to me very soon.

Do come in,
Mr. Powell.

Thank you.

Why didn't you want
to speak to him?

And send him on the run again?

We have a mystery to solve.

He could be living
the life of Riley.

Is that likely?

Not really.

But we better be sure.

And we better tell
Frank what's happening.

[Telephone rings]

Wainthropp detective agent...

Frank?

We've found him.

I need you to tell
the liquidation committee.

Oh, hold on, Hetty.

Yeah, I'll make a note.

All right.

We found him in the workshop.

Oh, yes, he's a dab hand

at the barley twist legs
and knobby handrails.

Did you speak to him?

No.

I'll call Mr. Dixon.

I can tell Mr. Powell
right now

because he's standing here.

Yes, he called in to see
if there was any news.

Yes.

See you later. Bye.

Well, they found Ray lever.

He's at axis joinery,
barnoldswick.

You've forgotten your
glasses, haven't you?

Oh, don't nag, Geoffrey.

That was it, I think.

Geoffrey: Oh, really?

The end of the rainbow.

Hello?

Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

But does Mr. Ray
lever live here?

[Sighs]

So soon?

I knew Ray had money problems.

He didn't say how bad...
Not until the end.

Thank you.

But he always talked
about getting out.

Thanks.

He never was a businessman.

His wife wanted it,

so that's what he had to be.

Makes him sound weak,
doesn't it?

We've met Mrs. lever.

It was her divorce settlement

that took all the capital

out of the company.

I have rather gathered that.

Ray's been happy
the time we've been here.

We both have.

I know we ran away,

left all the problems behind,

but we just wanted a new start.

I don't see why you can't
carry on as you want.

Ray will have to square

the sale of the company
car with the creditors,

but he doesn't seem to be
hiding any other assets.

This place is rented.

No phone. No telly even.

What you see is what we've got.

There's no villa then?

Villa?

Where did you get this?

Why?

It's mine.

It's mine, this photograph.

I asked Ray for it,

and he gave me this
holiday snap.

So, the villa was
a holiday let?

Yes, of course.

But this was hidden
in my dressing table.

Well, one of Ray's
creditors gave it to me.

Creditors?

Uh-huh.

You mean Brian Powell,
my husband.

Oh, you...

You won't tell him where
Ray is, will you?

Please!

I'm sorry,
Mrs. Powell,

but I think I already have.

We'll go straight there

and tell Ray what's happened.

At least your husband

doesn't know about this place.

Not yet.

I'm sorry.

Just hurry, please!

Powell's used us.

He probably knew Ray
lever had no money.

What about the party
invitations?

He's a printer, isn't he?

Must have had them
run off at our benefit.

You, me, the liquidation
committee...

We've all been set up
to find his wife.

You look scared to death.

Well, all we can do now
is warn Ray lever.

Do you think you can
remember the way back?

Oh, no.

[Honks horn]

Patience, Geoffrey.

Hang on.

We should have turned right.

Oh, flippin' heck!

Now then.

Let's hope this way

takes us back to the main road.

All right, steady down.

Step on it, you said.

That was before me feet
started to burn.

You know there is something

seriously wrong when the floor

gets as hot as this, Geoffrey.

I don't believe it!

Come on.

Oh, yay.
He's turning off.

Thank goodness for that.

Road rage doesn't
become you, Geoffrey.

Hetty: He's got a gun.

Hetty: Ray!

[Gunshot]

[Screams]

[Growling]

You ok?
Yeah.

I thought this was
a detective agency,

not the s.A.S.

I mean, what would Robert say?

All right, Frank.

Keep calm.

At least we're
guaranteed payment.

Which is more than can
be said for dora James.

Has she been 'round?

Yes, twice.

I better go and break the news.

Ray says he'll come
and look at her kitchen.

Sounds as though he's got
something special in mind.

I think a celebration
is in order,

don't you, Geoffrey?

Uh, something else
I ought to mention...

Confession, really...

About the job.

Oh?

It wasn't my decision...

To leave.

You mean you were sacked?

Oh, no, no.
Not sacked.

No, no.

My job was
de-emphasized.

But they'd only
just taken you on.

Yes, but you see the thing was,

Jack and me...

We fell asleep
at the same time.

Something they'd
hoped to avoid.

Fell asleep?

Yes, all the learning
must have got to me.

But if you both fell asleep,

why did you have
to go and not Jack?

Well, last in first out,

that's fair enough really.

Besides...

He wasn't snoring.

Hetty: I see.

I'm sorry, Frank.

Why?

I'm not.

Hetty: All for one,
and one for all...

Snoring optional.

[Doorbell rings]

Mmm!

That'll be dora.

Get another glass, Geoffrey.