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(APPLAUSE)

(DRUM ROLL)

The greatest knife-thrower
in all the land.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
show your appreciation for Castries.

And next, Little Bernard

will be eating fire!

Ladies and gentlemen, Little Bernard.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(GRUNTING)

When do you think they'll get around
to playing a proper tune?

It's innovative, George.

Oh, innovative, right.

Thank you.

Oh.

I can't make up my mind
whether he looks vaguely fascinating

or fascinatingly vague.

I think you're about to find out.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello.
-Mrs Bradley.

-Inspector Christmas here.
-Inspector who?

Henry Christmas.

-We've met before.
-Ah, yes.

-I'm not interrupting anything. am I?
-Not at all.

I've been re-acquainting myself with
one of your books, an intriguing read.

Wait till my memoirs are published.

I was drawn to a particular passage,

''To understand the psychology of the
outcast, one must first ask the question

''has he or she rejected the norms of
society or simply challenged them?''

Unusual theory.

That's why I decided to call you.

I find myself
in an interesting predicament.

What makes it so interesting?

I'm calling from
the village of Little Fordham,

a young woman was murdered here tonight.

And?

The murder took place at a circus,
it was very gruesome.

The victim, a foreigner it seems,
belonged to the show.

I'd have the case solved by now
if it wasn't for the other travellers

refusing to cooperate.

The phrase ''blood out of a stone''
springs to mind.

And what makes you think
they'll talk to me?

Facts are my forte, Mrs Bradley.

The psychology
of the criminal mind is yours,

along with your powers of persuasion.

Almost on a par with yours.

I take it I've managed to spark
the flames of your curiosity?

I'm positively aglow, Inspector.

Can I get the bill, madam?

# You're the cream in my coffee

# You're the salt in my stew

# You will always be my necessity

# I'd be lost without you

# You're the starch in my collar

# You're the lace in my shoe

# You will always be my necessity

# I'd be lost without you

# Most men tell love-tales

#And each tale dovetails

# You know each known way

# This way is my own way

# You're the sail in my loveboat... #

The quintessential English village,

not the first place one associates
with murder, but consider,

once the peas have been picked,
the cakes baked,

and preserves preserved, what else
is there to do but die of boredom?

Or kill to avoid it?

I've never seen
the appeal of circuses meself.

Clowns give me the creeps and the less
said about magicians, the better.

What have you got against magicians?

I was once badly scarred
by audience participation.

Really? In what way?

I'd rather we didn't go into it, madam.

Circus performers have always
rather fascinated me.

The art of illusion, deception.

It's more practice than art.
I bought this to prove it.

Now, pick a card
and don't tell me what it is.

Queen of diamonds.

More practice, perhaps.

Glad you could help out, Mrs Bradley.

We haven't even been able
to move the body yet.

-You'll want to see it, of course.
-Of course.

This way.

-Something to pass the time, Mr Moony?
-Moody.

Yes, that's the way
these circus performers are.

Better keep yourself amused,
no idea how long we'll be.

Someone had obviously decided
to give the audience a grand finale.

No murder weapon, no fingerprints.
Most likely motive, robbery.

Her purse was stolen
containing the night's takings.

From these wounds, I'd say the attack
was hurried, spontaneous.

Not enough bruising
to indicate a major struggle.

There's a tiny nick on the neck,

not the sort of wound one associates
with an attack of this nature.

She was the human target
in a knife-throwing act.

The knife probably nicked her
during the performance.

If there was a struggle, these would've
delivered some pretty nasty scratches.

Rather an ironic death,

given the fact that she was
so adept at dealing with knives.

The lacerations run from left to right

which probably means
the killer was right-handed.

I also found this,
where she was nicked by the knife.

-A scarf?
-Which was part of her costume.

So we're missing a scarf,
her purse and the murder weapon.

But to find them, we'll have to
get past the travellers first,

which is where I need your help.

Has no one ever told you that
an eavesdropper never hears

anything good about themselves, Mr...?

Moody, George.

They've got more important things to
talk about.

Poor George, feeling left out?

This must all have come
as a bit of a shock for you.

How very observant.

Well, you probably knew
the dead girl quite well.

Tell me, what is a chauffeur doing
asking questions about a murder?

Perhaps you'd rather Mrs Bradley
talked to you?

I'd rather nobody talked to me.

Although I must admit,
I quite like a man in uniform.

(LAUGHS) Don't worry, George,
I'm not going to devour you.

I don't eat meat.

What about the knife-thrower?
Was he close to Coralie?

Tsk-tsk, George,
curiosity killed the cat.

I've never been over fond of cats.

And we're not over fond of people

poking their noses in
where they're not wanted.

Just making conversation.

-Do you ever take that off?
-It's me own hair.

I suppose they're your own feet.

Would you recommend this?

I'd recommend that
you stay away from us.

Or there could be two dead bodies.

One murder investigation
is quite enough, thank you.

If Mrs Bradley and I
are to find Coralie's murderer,

we'll need your cooperation.

Without it,
I'm afraid I'll have no option

but to take you
to the station for questioning.

It's up to you.

As I said before, Inspector, you
won't find the murderer amongst us.

I suggest you look elsewhere.

Are you aware that obstructing
the course of justice

is against the law, madam?

Laws made for the likes of you, not us.

I won't give you another warning.

(WHISPERING)

George, I need your body.

-I hope this works.
-I hope so, too.

But it's the best way
I can think of gaining their trust.

I can't do it.

Not without her.

(GEORGE GASPS)

-Much obliged, madam.
-Bravo, George.

Well, there's no point doing
these things half-cocked.

They'll be more cooperative now.

Excuse me, we're looking for
Little Bernard.

You've found him.

What do you know about
Coralie du Bois' background?

Only that she came over from France
years ago. Paris, I think.

She kept her affairs to herself.

Including her affair with Mr Castries?

You'd have to talk to him about that.

But she wasn't the only one.

I see an older woman in your life.

Really? A millionairess?

But another gentleman appears.

He may have designs on this lady
for whom you have

a certain fondness.

Perhaps you could tell me something
about Coralie?

The crystal isn't so clear now.

I warned the poor girl to take care.

The crystal told me she knew the one
that took her life.

Was this person close to her?

Possibly.

To find the killer,

do not look under one stone.

But beware...

when the moon rises,
the killer will strike once more.

I've told you,
I'm not going on without her.

What if I were to take her place?

No one can ever take her place!

We'd like to talk to you
and Mr Castries, madam.

See the others first.

He's too upset to talk at the moment.

Scratches on the back would indicate
a passionate relationship,

which is why my late husband's
body remained totally unscathed.

It looks like Castries may have lost
more than just a partner in his act.

Madam Marlene seems
keen to take Coralie's place.

Which he clearly doesn't like
the idea of. I can't say I blame him.

She's dangerous with that whip.

I thought all policemen
liked corrective discipline.

There are exceptions.

I would say the murder was
a crime passionnel.

The lovers argue and the knife-thrower
lashes out in the heat of the moment.

Unfortunately the real truth
lies with Coralie du Bois.

Who was she?
What brought her to England?

Was she always a traveller?

I'd like to think her epitaph would be
rather more than just ''murder victim''.

-Who knew her best?
-We were closest to her.

She always made a fuss of Daisy.
She gave her this.

It's from Paris.

Everyone here thought the world of her.

What about Madam Marlene?

Could she have resented Coralie?

This is in confidence.

She didn't care for her much, no.
See, she's got a soft spot for Castries.

He's always been her favourite,
despite his temper.

Despite his temper? So, as I thought,

probably a lovers' tiff which ended
with Castries killing his paramour.

But we still haven't talked to Archie
the clown or even Castries himself.

I'll leave that to you, Mrs Bradley,
while I search his caravan.

Fine.

How long have you been with this show,
Mr Burlington?

Twenty years.

Before that I was with my father's
troupe and we were the best around.

My grandfather once worked with

Miss Kittie Lindsay's
Educated Mexican Donkeys.

If your father's troupe was
the best around, why did you leave?

I was in a double act,
but I lost my partner.

Did she disappear?

She found someone else,
a tumbler called Ted.

I told her she was too good for him,
but you know how women are.

A man of your experience,

you must command a great deal of
respect among the other artistes.

I did, when I was the main attraction
before Castries came along.

Madam Marlene is very protective
towards him.

Besotted with him more like.

I knew it was a mistake
letting a woman run this show.

Castries seems to make the most of it.

He won't last,
he hasn't the temperament for it.

In what way?

He's always flying off the handle
at the slightest thing,

throwing tantrums
if he doesn't get his way.

(HORN BLOWING)

Usual please, Ruby.

I'm surprised you haven't sorted
our pest problem yet.

Pests?

The freaks in that show.
Have you seen it?

Not my cup of tea.

You didn't miss much.

I'm telling you,
they give me the creeps.

-Can't you tell them to leave?
-Have you had trouble with them?

You could say that.

You're on the council, John,
there must be something you can do.

Out of my hands, I'm afraid.

Next one's on the house
if you manage to get rid of them.

You know how to persuade a man,
don't you, Ruby?

Her past, Coralie ever talk about it?

All I know is that she was from France
and she had Romany blood.

She was born under the stars.

Did you two have a row last night?

A bit of a barney,
something and nothing.

We never got the chance to make it up.

So you were still upset
with each other during the act?

-Well, she wasn't her usual self.
-Oh?

She seemed tense.

It wasn't like her.

Whether we'd had a row or not,
she was always really calm.

But not last night.

She started to become edgy.

It put me off.

That would account for
the small cut to her neck.

I must've lost my concentration
for a second.

I think we have our murderer,
Mrs Bradley.

It's rather an obvious place
to hide something.

He can't have had time
to get rid of them.

-Are you going to take him in?
-With this evidence, I have no choice.

Would you mind holding this a minute?

Why is it men assume
that women are only impressed

by a combination of brains and brawn?

It wasn't me!

They're right, of course.

Well, we're quite a team, aren't we?

You can be the cream
in my coffee any day.

Thank you, Inspector.

Well, let's hope we can work together
in the future, Mrs Bradley.

I can't wait.

CHRISTMAS: Mr Moony.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

MARLENE: Take your hands off him!
You have no right...

-It's obvious it'd be one of them.
-Worse than vermin.

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

He would say that.

You...

Leave him.

I'm telling you, it wasn't me.

I didn't do it!

-Are you all right?
-I'll live.

Councillor John Forrester.

Best if we move these travellers on,
for their own safety.

I understand
they'll be leaving tomorrow,

now that the Inspector
has arrested the suspect.

Not a moment too soon. Come on, boys.

(CHATTERING)

It was easier to solve
than you thought, madam.

The evidence was right under
the Inspector's nose, pure and simple.

Although, as Oscar Wilde wrote,

''The truth is rarely pure
and never simple.''

So you think the Inspector
could be wrong?

-Well...
-Mmm?

Castries could easily
have killed Coralie during the act

and made it look like an accident.

And why hide the evidence
in such an obvious place?

Exactly.

But if Castries didn't do it, who would
kill Coralie in such a vicious way?

Whoever it was,
he must have a sick mind.

Or she might have.

(PIANO PLAYING)

We will remember her
with love and affection

but take some comfort from the fact
that she is now with the Lord.

Forever in our hearts and in our
prayers, we will remember her always.

It's like a pauper's funeral.

So much for being equal
in the eyes of the Lord.

Some of us are obviously less equal
than others, madam.

If we're saying the Inspector's wrong
about Castries,

who else had a motive to kill Coralie?

Madam Marlene.

But she wouldn't put the evidence
in his caravan,

Castries would be locked up.

GEORGE: So which one of them
tried to incriminate him?

If any of them.

So far we've only questioned
the obvious suspects. The outcasts.

Let's take a look at the more
respectable locals instead.

Well, Celestine Venus did say we should
look under more than one stone.

Oh, yes, and beware
the rising of the moon.

Which gives us precisely 1 3 hours.

In that case, one particular stone
I think we should be looking under

is the Red Lion pub.

Is that really necessary?

It is if I don't want my takings down.

We don't want no riff-raff here.
It's bad for business.

This is a respectable, friendly place.

So I see.

What can I get you?

Nothing, thank you.

We're helping the police
with their inquiries.

Bit late for that, isn't it?
They've got the murderer.

-Nothing but trouble that lot.
-Not a fan of the travelling show?

What would I want to go and see
a load of freaks for?

So you wouldn't have been at the show
on the night of the murder, then?

No, I was working.

Now, if you don't mind,
I've got customers to serve.

She's lying. Yesterday I heard her say
she'd been to the show.

And did you see those nails?

Possibly Coralie wasn't the only one
who was having a fling with Castries.

You think they might've been indulging
in some extra-curricular congress?

-A bit of how's-your-father, madam.
-Mmm-hmm.

She's a pretty hard-boiled customer.

Maybe we should let her stew for a while

then come back
and grill her again later.

Good idea.

Meanwhile, I could go
and try and find out

just how far Castries
spread his charms in the village.

See you on the Green.

-May I look around?
-Help yourself.

What an extraordinary weapon.
Have you had it long?

As long as I can remember.

I feel safer having it here,
what with this terrible murder.

Particularly with all these
strangers around.

And that's just what
these travellers are. Strange.

It's a shame, ruining the peace
of your beautiful village.

We're not used to such things
in Little Fordham.

Still, at least they've got
the killer now.

Did he ever come into your shop?

No, but she did, the dead girl.

Of course, I kept a close eye on her.

Well, you can't be too careful, can you?

More evil in her than in a witch,
I shouldn't wonder.

Casting her spells
on innocent folk like us.

They're all the same.

Young, pretty...

(GASPS) Excuse me, I've got something
on the stove in the back.

A cauldron, perhaps.

-Dare you.
-Someone might see.

(IMITATING CHICKEN CLUCKING)

-Can I help you, lads?
-We were only looking, mister, honest.

We've never seen
a real Rolls-Royce before.

I think you two had better come with me.

It's just like gliding over ice.

Wait till we tell dad and Mrs Cockerton
we've been in a Rolls!

I saw you with your dad yesterday.

Did he take you to see
the travelling show?

No. He says we're too young.

Would you like to come back to my house?

You can have some of
Mrs Cockerton's bun loaf.

Can't pass up an offer like that, can I?

Have you guessed what card I've got yet?

Ten of clubs?

Yes!

How did you do that?

Mind power.

When are you going to
make yourself scarce?

-Make it worth my while.
-Make it worth your while?

-Am I interrupting something?
-Yes, him.

I was merely inquiring when the show
might be moving on. We don't want a...

repeat performance
of yesterday's hostilities.

This was a peaceful village
until they came along.

Just because you're a councillor does
not mean to say you can order us about.

I've worked with Barnum, you know!

I wonder if he was
violent with him as well.

Do you always greet people
in such a cordial fashion?

This is for protection if you must know.
You can't trust these people.

Anyway, I don't know what
you're still snooping around for,

they've found the murderer.

Just tying up a few loose odds and ends.

Murder is no business for a woman.
You should be at home,

not throwing yourselves under horses
and tying yourselves to railings.

Given the choice of staying at home
with a man like that

or throwing oneself under a horse,
I know which I would choose.

Will you show us how to do
some card tricks, Mr Moody?

Maybe later.

-Have another slice, George.
-No, really.

Go on, you could do with
a bit of fattening up.

Thank you.

Is there a Mrs George to look after you?

No, I'm not married.

I'm divorced actually.

Really?

It's not easy being by yourself, is it?

I know I've found it a struggle since
my poor Ernest died during the war.

Was he killed in action?

No. He choked to death.

On a slice of Madeira.

Can I go and sit in the Rolls again,
please?

-Aye, go on, then.
-Hooray!

MRS COCKERTON:
And don't go breaking anything!

Sorry.

Go on, just one more.

-Really, I couldn't.
-I'm not interrupting, am I?

-This is Mrs Cockerton.
-We've already met.

Where's Peter and Francis' mother?

Passed on, poor soul.

John does his best for them,
but it's not easy.

It would take someone very special
to replace his wife.

Of course, there's been a few
who've tried to coax him into marriage.

Silly young articles.

These two claim they had permission
to sit in your Rolls.

-I hope they haven't been any trouble.
-No trouble at all.

Mr Moody drove us
right round the village!

I hope he didn't charge you for it.
I'm not sure if I could foot the bill.

Then it'll have to come out
of your pocket money.

I've starched all your shirts

and there's vanilla fancies
for after tea.

Not for me, thank you, Mrs Cockerton.
I've got to be at the Red Lion later.

No, I haven't forgotten our bike ride.

Bike race.

No prizes for guessing
who always comes last.

I think you've made some friends there.

They're nice lads. It can't be easy
not having a mother around.

No.

Did something strike you as rather odd?

-Mrs Cockerton?
-Apart from her.

Did you notice anything missing
from the photographs on the wall?

-There weren't any of their mother?
-Mmm.

Too painful a reminder, perhaps?
The question is for who?

Mr Forrester or Mrs Cockerton?

Why would it be painful for her?

I get the impression she'd do anything
to keep women away from John Forrester,

even to the point of murder.

Can't you lot read?

Go on, out!

These people are friends of mine.

I'd like to buy them a drink.
And have one yourself.

I'll have a large rum, ta.

Oi, Dragon Breath. Watch it.

-Why do you call him that?
-He's a fire eater, isn't he?

I thought you said
you hadn't seen the show.

Someone must have told me.

You gave my billing to Castries.
I want it back, I'm a Burlington.

How much of the show did you see
the night of the murder?

I told you, I haven't seen it.

I don't know why you keep going on
about the murder.

The killer's inside
and he ain't coming out.

They'll do more than keep him inside
if Castries is found guilty.

They'll hang him.

Of course, it's possible that
someone is withholding evidence

that might save him
from such a tragic fate.

Be a terrible thing to have
on your conscience,

-especially if you knew him well.
-MRS BRADLEY: Quite.

And that someone may be unaware that

withholding information
from the police is an offence.

-Could be three years in jail.
-Minimum.

Can I get you another drink?

Yeah, that'd be nice.

Top of the bill.

Top of the bill! Ha!

You kill me, Archie, you really do.

Now I come to think of it,
I did go to the show that night.

If I tell you, I don't want it
getting out round here, right?

I've got my reputation to consider.

We must leave before it's too late.

Take great care,

he's out there somewhere.

I'll come with you, just in case.

-Can we go, Tom?
-Come on, then.

I'd been...entertaining that Castries
the first night the show came here.

He told me he'd see me
after his act the next night.

But when I got there,
he couldn't see me.

Didn't want to upset his lady-friend.

He's got more nerve than I thought,
showing his face in here.

Be with you in a minute, John.

No one gives me the rub off,

so I started to give Castries
a piece of my mind,

and that's when we heard the scream.

GEORGE: Did you see anyone running away?

No. Look, I know he's a rat,

but I wouldn't want him to hang
for something he didn't do.

I'll take that rum, ta!

So Inspector Christmas was wrong.

Castries can't be the murderer.

(GLASS BREAKING)

Someone's in a hurry.

He's certainly got a temper on him.

You saw what he was like with me
earlier today.

GEORGE: Whatever he's up to, he doesn't
seem to want us around, does he?

Come on, before we lose him.

I know he likes to think
he's a great magician,

but he can't have just disappeared.

(MAN EXCLAIMS)

(GROANS)

I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't, Archie.

-Give me the razor, Archie.
-I didn't do it.

Give George the razor, Archie.

I've got officers all over the area
looking for Archie Burlington,

-he won't get far.
-Especially with feet that size.

Has Castries been released?

Yes. Although the natives aren't
exactly friendly at the moment.

I'll keep him at the station
for the time being.

He's got you to thank
for avoiding the hangman's noose.

Good job I got you on the case,
Mrs Bradley.

What made you suspect Archie Burlington
had been the killer?

I didn't. And I've yet to be
convinced that he is.

Despite the fact that you found him
standing over the body

-with his own knife in his hand?
-Rather too obvious, don't you think?

And, anyway, the attack on Madam Marlene
was far more frenzied than that

on Coralie du Bois.
The killer intended to kill.

So you think the second murder
was more deliberate, planned?

Precisely. It'd be a ridiculous plan
for Archie to kill Madam Marlene

knowing he was being followed?

Maybe he wasn't
the greatest of planners.

Why would he want to kill her?

Well, it doesn't look like robbery,
he didn't take her purse.

You may have interrupted him
as he was about to steal it.

We know he hated women,
perhaps that's his motivation.

Archie's misogyny is obvious,
whereas an attack of this nature

is far more motivated
by an internal anger.

An anger usually kept under control

unless the man or the woman
feels threatened.

So the threat, women in this case,
has to be removed?

Exactly.

So if he feels threatened again,
he could kill again.

Very likely.

However, in order to understand
this second murder,

we must look more closely
at the first victim.

Why kill Coralie du Bois?

If it wasn't simply because she was
a woman, what was the reason?

Unless your doubts about
Archie Burlington are vindicated,

I think we should stick with the facts
as we know them,

the suspect found with his own knife
in his hand who's now on the run.

Show time.

The next person to try out
his forearm skills

will be spending a night at the station.

Until we find the killer, I suggest
you all go home and lock your doors.

It should never have come to this.
Under siege in our own homes?

You should have moved these people on
when I asked you to.

As I just said, Mr Forrester,
go back home for your own safety.

It doesn't look like there's
much else we can do, madam,

-not until they've caught Archie.
-I suppose not.

You go back to the car,
I'll follow later.

I take it you're not entirely convinced
by the Inspector's version of events?

No. But I am convinced that
someone wants us to believe

that Archie was the murderer.

Can we go and get some sweets,
Mrs Cockerton?

It's not safe with those travellers
out there.

Please, we'll run all the way.

Go on then, but come straight home.

Go out the back way,
I've locked the front up.

ARCHIE: Drive.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Where did you find that?

You should know you can't keep
anything from me, John.

Don't try any funny business.

I think that's your job.

(DOORBELL DINGS)

So, now you've run away from the circus,
what are you going to do with your life?

I'll find something.

It won't be easy trying to find
another job when you're on the run.

If the police ever find you,
I wouldn't like to be in your shoes.

No offence.

If you gave yourself up now,
things would be a lot easier for you.

Maybe it wasn't such a crime after all.

Well, I wouldn't count on a judge
agreeing with you.

I suppose I should have
just told the truth from the start.

So what is the truth?

You're right, you should have
told us this from the start.

May I come in for a moment?

Yes, of course.

I didn't realise
it was half-day closing.

Was there something in particular
you wanted?

Not really, I just wanted to have
a final look round if that's all right.

This is pretty. It's French, isn't it?

Yes, I believe so.

Would you excuse me? I've just
got to see to something in the back.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

What?

I'm sorry, I just assumed
you spoke French.

Where are the boys?

They've gone to the shop
to get some sweets.

-Where are the boys?
-I told you, they've gone out.

You can't take them.

They're staying with me.

I'm not going to take them.

You love them very much, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.
They're my whole life.

And you'd do anything to keep them.

-Well, that's natural, isn't it?
-Yes.

It took me a while to see the connection
between the past and present.

I couldn't see the wood for the trees.

You probably met Coralie in France

and you took the name of Forrester
as an echo of her name,

du Bois, ''of the woods'',
when you returned to England.

Yes.

We got married and lived in Paris.

Why did you take the boys
away from their mother?

She found someone else, in a circus.

She was going to leave me
and take them with her.

I should never have married her.

I should have known
she'd always be a Romany.

Coralie could never settle with me.

She wasn't a proper mother to my boys
from the day they were born.

She could never fit in with your ideals
of family and respectability.

She didn't know how to take care
of them and love them as I do.

Love? She didn't know
the meaning of the word.

So you returned to England,
assumed a new identity and life

and then by some terrible coincidence,
the show came to your village

and Coralie found her boys again.

I had to stop her.

She wanted them back
to live with her and Castries.

And I'd do the same again
if anyone tried to take them from me.

I never thought
he was the killer, you know.

I just thought he'd taken
Coralie's boys away.

Hang on, lads, hang on.

-Archie needs a couple of volunteers.
-What for?

He's got a new magic trick
he wants to try out.

Now's your chance to learn
from a real expert.

Wizzo!

I can understand why you panicked.

(JOHN'S VOICE FROM THE NEXT ROOM)

I didn't mean to.

I couldn't believe I'd done it.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

I planted her purse and the scarf
in Castries' knife box

to make it look like he'd killed her.

And when that didn't work,
you tried to frame Archie

by killing Madam Marlene.

Do you know he tried to blackmail me?

He guessed I knew Coralie.

He demanded money.

He wouldn't go away.

And when Mrs Cockerton
found out the truth,

you went even further.

She said she wouldn't tell the police
if I agreed to marry her.

More blackmail. you see.

(JOHN LAUGHING)

She said...
She said the boys needed a mother.

(JOHN LAUGHING)

That was the last thing they needed!

(CRYING) I just wanted to be
a good father to them.

I thought they'd be with me forever.

-Where are they?
-It's all right, John, they're safe.

What have you done to them?

They're mine! They're mine!

I did love Coralie!

(SOBBING) The boys are all I've got.

-Everything all right, madam?
-Yes, George, thank you.

Although you cut it a bit fine.

Queen of hearts.

Well, you two have
obviously been practising.

PETER: It's mind power.

You lads take care.

-Look after them, Archie.
-Don't worry, they'll be all right.

They're practically Romanies,
aren't they?

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

-Goodbye.
-Thank you.

Hypothesis. If those are
the outcasts of society,

what are we to make of John Forrester,
the epitome of respectability?

As George Bernard Shaw once said,

''The more things a man is ashamed of,
the more respectable he is.''

Well, George,

has this latest experience helped calm
your fears about audience participation?

I'm afraid
it's only confirmed them, madam.

I knew you'd crack the case
in the end, Mrs Bradley.

I'm sure there's a lot you can teach me.

Please, call me Adela.

Perhaps you should become
a permanent member of my team, Adela.

I wouldn't be here
were it not for my loyal chauffeur.

-Yes, well done, Mr Moony.
-It's Moo...

I'm just off to make a statement
to the press.

Of course, I'll let them know about
your invaluable assistance in the case.

Oh, don't trouble, Inspector.

The less I have to do with the press,
the better.

I wonder what's going to happen
to this place?

-I hear it's to become a butcher's.
-Oh.

Think I'd avoid
the pain de cervelle a la menagere.

Brain loaf, madam.

# Blue moon

# You saw me standing alone

# Without a dream in my heart

# Without a love of my own

# Blue moon

# You knew just what I was there for

# You heard me saying a prayer for

# Someone I really could care for

#And then there
suddenly appeared before me

# The only one my arms will ever hold

# I heard somebody whisper.
''Please adore me''

#And when I looked.
the moon had turned to gold

# Blue moon

# Now I'm no longer alone

# Without a dream in my heart

# Without a love of my own #