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My friend the late Ian Fleming, the James Bond man,

was really responsible for the story

you're going to see now.

We were staying the weekend at a house in Vermont,

and at dinner,

the roast leg of lamb was so dry and tough

that Ian looked across to me and whispered,

"This ruddy thing must have been in the deep freeze for 10 years.

She ought to be shot."

"No," I said, "not shot.

"I think there must be

a more interesting punishment than that."

And that's how the idea for this story began.

Got to the corner shop, darling,

before it closed.

Mr. Samuels had some lovely fresh broccoli.

Oh.

And your favorite-- cheesecake.

Patrick!

[Gasp]

Patrick.

Darling.

My God.

Hello? Who's that?

It's me...Mrs. Marney,

Detective Inspector Marney's wife.

Yes! It's my husband, Patrick.

He's dead.

Yes, I'm sure!

Oh--oh, please come! Please! Quickly.

[Siren]

I'm not to touch you, darling.

They said so.

[Car doors opening and closing]

Pat? Did they say Pat?

He's in there.

Watch this front door. See no visitors come in.

Policeman: Yeah.

Is he dead?

[Door closes]

Is he?

I'm afraid so.

No. Now, Mary,

I want you... in the kitchen.

Come on. You can't stay in here.

Come on.

I'll take you through.

Come on. That's it. Good girl. Come on.

Good girl.

On we go. That's it.

That's it. There we go.

On we go. No.

That's it. On we go.

MAN: No sign of a forced entry.

Call forensic, pathology, the works,

and check upstairs!

Right. Right.

It's all right, Mary.

We're in charge now.

There.

There, there.

Here we are. Sit there.

That's it.

Now, can I get you anything?

A drink? Uh...whiskey?

Glass of water?

What?

Oh.

There.

There we are.

That's it.

Patrick.

There. That's it.

Patrick.

I'm--I'm glad they sent you, Jack.

Yeah.

Patrick...thought the world of you.

[Crying]

I thought the world of Patrick.

No! No! No!

It's all right. It's all right.

No!

There. There, there, there.

It's all right. No!

Go on. You cry, love. Go on. Go on.

It's all right. That's all right.

It's all right. It's all right, Mary.

No!

Oh, yes. Yes.

[Mary continues crying]

There.

That's it.

Oh, no.

That's it.

OK?

Now, Mary...

you tell me what happened,

all right?

Now, take your time. We'll get there.

Sa-Sam.

Sam?

I...

I had gone to the corner shop to Sam.

Ah.

We always...ate out on a Thursday.

Patrick wanted to stay in.

I left the door unlatched.

Yes. Uh...

I think we're jumping ahead.

Now, from the beginning, if you can, Mary.

You mean when Patrick came home?

That's it. Yes. Good girl.

It was...

about... quarter past 5:00.

[Door opens and closes]

MARY, VOICE-OVER: Patrick came home early...

for once.

PATRICK: Hello.

Patrick.

Darling.

How lovely to have you home so early.

Are you tired?

Mmm.

How are you?

We are fine.

I'll get your drink. It's all ready.

Guess what.

He kicked again today.

Did he?

Perhaps he'll be a footballer.

[Laughs]

Soda?

No, as it comes.

Neat?

Why not?

My poor darling.

They do work you so hard, don't they?

What happened today?

Oh, pretty much as usual--

one extortion with menaces,

two grievous bodily harms,

a body in the river

we're treating as a murder.

Heh. Par for the course.

Sounds absolutely dreadful to me.

Well, people are dreadful...

some of them.

Haven't you got a drink?

No.

Baby.

Ah. Sensible.

Well, I--I won't chatter on at you,

not if you're tired.

No, it's all right.

Well, I'll tell you what.

Shall I get you something to eat?

Some cheese and crackers?

Only I haven't made supper. It's Thursday.

Or don't you want to go out?

No, I don't.

I couldn't face Chinese.

Well, that's all right.

I have plenty of things in the freezer,

and the corner shop's--

I told you, I'm not hungry.

Well, maybe now,

but you might be later, darling, eh?

It's all in the freezer.

Heh.

You and your new freezer.

Well, it is marvelous.

I just have to go and get some vegetables.

What would you like?

Beef, pork, or lamb?

We have to get it soon,

to give it time to cook.

Yes.

So there was nothing about Pat's manner

that was unusual?

No.

No, not really.

Said he was... overtired...

didn't want to go out.

Oh, I said that, didn't I?

The doctor wants a word, Jack.

Ah, right.

I won't be a minute.

Hold on.

You're doing fine.

The doc says death was any time

between half past 5:00 and 6:00.

Fingerprints!

Just his and hers so far.

You'd better start looking

for something heavy.

Just a single blow to the back of the head.

He can't have been expecting it.

Neat. What?

Full...of soda.

So he took his whiskey neat!

Well, what sort of weapon, metal?

Could be.

Something with a handle to it

to give it momentum on the swing.

Well, come on! Start looking!

The lads already have.

What do you take us for?

Of course.

Sorry.

It's a bit of an upset,

being Pat, you know--

Pat, of all people.

DOCTOR: No evidence of a fight.

Hit from behind.

Back of his skull looks like a...

You want to see for yourself?

It's all right, doctor!

I take your word for it!

Harry, check the, uh, corner shop--uh, Samuels.

It's a deli. You can't miss it.

Will do.

DOCTOR: Do you think it's an inside job?

JACK: No telling. Can't find a weapon.

For sure, you'll find the man.

That's right, doctor.

Shall I get you-- Sit down.

What is it, Patrick?

Do you want to go out, darling, after all?

No.

[Pours drink]

Well, I'd better go and get something to eat--

Sit down. I don't want anything.

You must eat, darling.

Oh, listen, will you?

I'm listening.

What? What?

I've...

got something I must tell you.

Well, what is it?

Oh, Patrick.

It's only fair.

I mean, in all fairness,

I've got to tell you, right?

I don't know, do I, darling,

if you don't tell--

She's called Barbara!

It isn't a sudden thing.

Well...4 months.

Mmm.

We've been seeing each other

for 4 months.

The fact is, it's just one of those things,

you know, the real, real things.

Sit down!

I racked my brains...

about telling you, I mean.

But I've got to be fair.

Even though it is about time...

for the, uh... you know.

I have tried not seeing her, but...

I'll look after you, of course.

You and the child,

you won't want for anything.

That's a promise.

I'm not proud of myself...

and I am sorry...

very.

Yes.

I want you to believe that.

[Exhales]

And as far as I can see,

there needn't really be any fuss,

because, well, let's face it,

it wouldn't do me any good at my job,

would it?

Well, that is vital for all of us.

And you're not to blame Barbara.

It's not her fault.

Well...

I'll go make supper.

I told you I'm not hungry.

I will wake up...

soon.

You did say lamb, didn't you?

I told you I don't want anything.

I'm going out.

No.

No.

You mustn't.

Ohh.

Ohh.

I'm just going to the corner shop, darling.

Evening, Sam.

Evening, Sam.

We've decided to eat in tonight.

Sorry about that, Mary.

I'm sorry I had to leave you.

What are you doing?

I--I thought--

Oh, potatoes?

Yes, to go with the lamb.

Mary.

Oh, there's no need.

I'll take that.

There.

That's it.

Now, come on.

Come and sit down.

That's a girl.

Go on.

There you are.

I'm sorry.

Oh, you just got a bit confused,

that's all.

Now, um, you were just about to go

to the shop, right?

How did Mrs. Marney seem to you?

Oh, beautiful. Heh.

Very nice. It's always a pleasure

to serve Mrs. Marney.

Aw, now, come on.

You can't book me for that.

Can you?

I closed, yeah,

but I opened up special

seeing as how it was her.

Oh!

Hang on, Mrs. Marney. Shan't be a minute.

I'm sorry to trouble you, Sam.

I know you're closed.

All right, Mrs. Marney. I was just tidying up.

Terrific.

How are you today?

I'm absolutely fine, thank you,

except I was afraid

I might have missed you.

Ah.

I need some potatoes.

Yeah?

And that broccoli looks rather nice.

Oh, yes. Beautiful. A pound?

Yes, please.

Patrick and I have...

decided to eat in tonight.

Ah. Local villagers giving him the evening off,

have they?

Yes.

Yeah. I thought you always had Chinese

on a Thursday.

For you, a bit extra.

Now...

you said you wanted some potatoes,

two pound?

Mmm.

We do normally eat out

on a Thursday.

You're right.

But we decided to stay in--more cozy.

Yeah. What are you doing?

Roast lamb.

Actually...

I took it straight from the freezer.

Do you think that could be all right?

Well, I don't think

it never makes no difference, you know.

Some people do for it, but me,

well...nah. For afters?

Ice cream, I thought.

Oh, no. No. No.

Hold on a minute. Hang about.

Cheesecake with currents.

Now, I know your old man

likes cheesecake

because he told me so himself,

and this one is fresh in today.

Absolute knockout.

Lovely.

Perfect.

Well, their stories agree.

Their timings agree.

The killer must have been watching the house, then.

Anything from the neighbors?

Not so far.

You don't think it could have been a woman,

do you?

I don't think anything yet.

Why?

Well, Pat.

What?

Well, he was a bit of a boy sometimes--

the ladies-- Nah.

No! You mustn't take him away!

It's all right! Go! Keep going!

Mary, stop it! Come here! Listen!

He's got to go, Mary. He's got to go.

Stop it. Mary, stop it. Come on.

Stop it. Stop it.

Mary! Stop it. Come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on.

Perhap--Mary,

perhaps you ought to go somewhere else.

No. To your sister's,

or to my house.

I mean, Jean will take care of you.

You could stay the night.

Well, lie down, then,

when we're finished upstairs.

Oh.

Is it going to take much longer?

I'm afraid it could take a while, yes.

It's obvious that someone came in

while you were out.

I left the door unlatched.

No, Mary!

It was me!

You mustn't blame yourself.

Policemen are bound to make enemies.

We all of us do.

Now, when we've found the weapon,

it's the old story.

We've got the man.

Won't bring back...

Now, come on. Come on. Come on.

In here.

Come on, have a drink. Come on.

Would you--

Would you have one, Jack?

Me? No. I'm on duty.

I'm sure Patrick wouldn't have minded

under the circumstances.

He would.

Well...maybe, huh?

I'll just have a little one.

Oh, lord.

The lamb.

I've--I've forgotten that.

The lamb. What time is it?

Oh, it's, uh, half past 9:00.

The meal.

I was--I was cooking the meal.

It's all right. I'll switch it off.

Would you? Yeah.

Jack...

you--you couldn't eat a bit of it, could you?

I mean, I couldn't, not a bite.

Well, uh...

Please. And--

and the others.

I mean, you've not had time for supper,

and you said it's going to be a while yet.

Oh, please.

JACK: Oh. It looks lovely.

Very nice, Sarge.

MAN: Looks very tasty. Decent-sized lamb.

You're a dab hand at carving, Jack.

Heh heh!

My old man, he used to be a butcher.

[Laughter]

Very nice. It's done to a turn.

MAN: Just what the doctor ordered, mate.

[Police talking indistinctly]

JACK: Oh, this is very good.

It's just a matter of looking.

Find the weapon, find the man?

Hello. You should put in

for promotion, eh?

[Belch]

Excuse me, Jack.

You see, if you ask me,

I still think it's here--the weapon.

Big car wrench. I mean, the attacker

wouldn't carry it with him, would he?

No. No.

More?

HARRY: Better not finish it all.

JACK: Oh, she wants us to finish it.

She said so.

We're doing her a favor.

I think it's all right.

[Men continue talking indistinctly]

Ha ha ha!

All right, then.

Back to work.

Right.