All language subtitles for Why.Didnt.They.Ask.Evans.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-XEN0N_track3_[eng]

Tell us, Dr Nicholson,
what makes you think

that Frankie isn't here
by accident?

It's very simple. The car
belonging to the doctor.

-What about it
-According to young Benjamin,

the doctor's car was facing
up the hill toward Staverley.

And yet Benjamin swears

that the car
didn't pass him on the road.

Now, if this doctor
witnessed the accident,

as he told Sylvia,
he must've been driving

in the other direction.

Do you remember
a car passing you?

Oh, the poor thing was
barely conscious.

Then, this doctor,
whoever he was,

must have stopped
and turned his car around

before coming
to your assistance.

It's odd. Don't you think?

Hmm. I suppose it is.

So odd that it made me wonder
if he was prepared in some way.

Prepared for

an accident?

That is my point.

I can think of
several explanations.

Maybe he was driving
in the other direction

ahead of Benjamin
and then stopped for a nap

or a quick pee.

Or maybe he got lost

and turned his car
before Frankie did her number.

Do any of those
strike you as more probable?

Certainly not less. But then,

I'm not a scientist.

Roger, could you
pass the bread?

Oh, Sylv, we'll make
an Englishman of you yet.

Here we go.

What is it that you do, Roger?
I'm not sure you ever told me.

Looking forward to this.

I enjoy myself, James.
Someone around here has to.

So, Moira,
it must be fascinating

being married
to a man of such renown.

Is that what it is, Moira?
Fascinating?

And you live above the shop,
I gather.

That must be very interesting.

I don't have much to do
with the institute.

James prefers me to stay on
the private side of the house.

Gosh, I couldn't bear that.
Much too nosy.

Well, he's worried
about my safety.

You see, some of the patients
can be quite erratic.

Dangerous, you mean?

Schizophrenics, in particular,
become quite agitated

at this time of the month.

Full moon.

-Roger.

Excuse me.

We must be gripping company.

Tommy, I have
some good news, though.

Ms Derwent's taking us
for a spin.

Ma says I have to stay in and do
my Bassington this afternoon.

Oh, that's too bad.
It's French. Irregular verbs.

Just me and you then.

You didn't tell me
you're a chauffeur.

-I'm not.
-What does that mean?

You're in disguise?

A spy?

And Ms Derwent is the one
you're looking out for.

Who does she need
protecting from?

-Crow scarer.
-Me scarer.

Unlike them,
I cannot just fly away.

Who do you need
protecting from?

I believe my husband
is going to kill me.

Why would he do that?

Because he is
in love with Sylvia.

But Sylvia
is married to Henry.

For how much longer
do you think?

Bet he becomes a patient.

Leave him.

And go where, Mr Jones?

Do what?

I have nothing.

No, I had one chance
and I didn't take it.

What do you mean, one chance?

I'm afraid I lied to you.

I did know Alan Carstairs,

rather well.

He was a protector.

Like you.

-Thank you, James.
-Not at all. He'll be fine.

You didn't talk to him now.

I think I might wait until
the music changes.

It won't be long.

-Can you start the car, Steve?
-Ma'am.

-Not taking him, are we?
-No, he's taking us.

What? Come off it.

Fourth place in the
Stanford cup at Brooklands.

Don't you trust me?

Hop it, Steve. Ms Connelly
will find you a sandwich.

Your Ladyship,

-I strongly recommend...
-Thank you, Steve.

Now, do you like fast,

or very fast?

Ms Connelly. I'm Steve.

Bessie, slice of that
lemon cake.

-No, no. That's all right.
-For me?

You can have a biscuit
if you like.

Thank you.
Just a glass of water.

Have you worked here long?

Started at 14.

So, ten years then.

Do you think Henry will
be all right at The Grange?

Dr Nicholson seems...

"What is it that you do, Roger?
Not sure you ever told me".

Personally,

I think he's a quack,
a pompous one at that,

but, I don't suppose
he can do much harm.

Really? I think he could do
rather a lot.

Oh, really?

You know this road well?

Hmm. Not particularly.

Of course he was right
about the accident, wasn't he?

Now, I thought
that was impressive.

How did you do it? Crash the
car without killing yourself?

'Course I got that before, but
through a different reason.

What on earth
are you talking about?

That sticky plaster
on your forehead, Frankie,

it's changed sides.

No, it hasn't.

No, it hasn't. You had to check,
though, didn't you?

Can I see the wound?

I mean, someone should
have a look, shouldn't they?

My. Hasn't that
healed up well.

Hmm?

Hmm.

All right. All right!

I'll tell you
how I crashed the car.

First, you need
to tell me something.

I don't, actually, but go on.

Alan Carstairs.

The photograph
you took from his pocket.

Hang on a minute.
Have we skipped a page?

Alan Carstairs.

No. Don't know who that is.

Come on, Roger,
you were in Marchbolt,

on the golf course,
when a man went over the cliff.

His name was Alan Carstairs.

You stayed with his body and you
found a photograph in his pocket

and you substituted it
with another.

A photograph of Moira Nicholson.

How did you...

-This is extraordinary.
-Isn't it?

Make it less so.

All right.

Firstly, I did not
substitute the photograph,

I picked one up.
It fell out of his pocket

while they were
strapping him to a ladder.

-What did you do with it?
-I tore it up.

Why?

Well...

put yourself in my shoes.

A man's lying dead on a beach,

a photograph of a woman I know

and happen to rather like,
is in his pocket.

Who knows why?

It's nobody's business
but his and hers.

But by God, the newspapers

would have made it
everybody's business.

Moira would have been
publicly shamed,

kicked out of that
nut farm up the road.

Not a bad thing, in my view,
but a bad way of doing it.

Moira ought to be able to
leave as she pleases,

not as the fucking
Daily Mail pleases.

Excuse my language.

It's all right. I've heard
the words "Daily Mail" before.

How do you explain
the photograph of Mrs Cayman?

Mrs who? I don't...

Honestly, Frankie, I've never
heard of these people.

I tried to spare a friend
some difficulty, that's all.

I'm sure you would have
done the same thing.

We thought you
pushed Carstairs off the cliff.

What?

Frankie, have you
lost your mind?

Why on earth would I
push someone off a cliff?

I went for a walk, I found
a body. I wish I hadn't, but...

Wait a minute.
I didn't find him.

There was another chap there,
er, a golfer.

Maybe he put
the photograph there.

-Or maybe this fellow Carsho...
-Carstairs.

Maybe he had two photographs.

He had two photographs.

Who's "we," by the way?

"We thought you'd pushed him".

My organisation.

Almost.

But let's try and write to out

with the circumflex standing in
for the missings, remember.

Where did you
get this from, Tommy?

Mr Savage gave it to me.

-Mr who?
-John Savage.

He visited in the spring.
Took a shine to Tommy.

Is that the same Mr Savage who's
been in all the newspapers?

He owns 26 ships.

That's a lot of ships.

What was he doing here?

Oh, good.
Bessie's just brought some tea.

Did Roger drive much too fast?
He usually does.

Not at all. I had to tell him
to put his foot down.

-Have you spoken to Henry?
-Uh, not yet.

I spoke to Dr Nicholson, though.

You like him, don't you?

Oh, boy.

I don't know, like,
I'm, um, grateful...

to him and to you.

-How are you, Sylv? Bearing up?
-I was saying to Frankie

I couldn't have dealt with this
on my own.

And I was saying
she absolutely could.

Well, I'd like to think of
myself as indispensable always,

but, uh, Frankie's right...

some of the time.

Dr Nicholson can't just
take Henry, can he?

I mean,
if Henry doesn't want to go.

No, he can't.
At least not when I'm around.

Agreed, Sylvia?

Sylvia.

Henry! Henry!

Sylvia, what is it?
What's happened?

Henry!

Roger!

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

Stand back. Close your eyes.

Roger, take care of Sylvia.
Come on.

-Don't look.

Don't look. Don't look.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, this is terrible.

We should telephone the police.

And be sure
not to touch anything.

Key's not in the lock.

Must be in his pocket.

"If only
there had been a wind

"and a chance
of meeting the amazons,

"he would never have had
to go by himself

"to give Captain Flint
his message

"and the thing
would never have happened.

"But the big hills
up at the lake

"helped to make him feel that
the houseboat man

"did not matter.

"The hills had been there
before Captain Flint.

"They would be there forever.

"That, somehow, was comforting".

That was impressive.

Famished. Didn't seem
quite appropriate

scarfing down kedgeree
at the house. Suicide and all.

-You sure that's what it was?
-Kedgeree.

-Suicide.
-Seems pretty water-tight.

I was in the garden with Roger
when we heard the shot go off.

The study door was
locked from the inside.

The window you broke
was obviously locked.

Dr Nicholson did have the key.

No, he found the key
in Henry's pocket.

And for my next trick,

I'm going to rescue
Moira Nicholson from The Grange.

Lord, I'd forgotten
about her.

But of course you hadn't.

She told me that Dr Nicholson
would try to kill her,

and Henry.

Well, one down, one to go.

Do you not think you're being
a little dramatic? Or she is?

Poor me.
I need to be rescued.

Is that worse than...

I'm just too handsome
to kill people?

But he didn't, Bobby.

Roger's just as confused as us.

Because it didn't occur to us

that there might be
two photographs.

No? Still mourning over Bo-Peep.

Right. Can you
magic up another coin?

-What for?
-Telephone call.

Then Childe Roland
to the Dark Tower Came.

How much for two breakfasts?

Well, yes,
half a crown in total.

Is that Alan Carstairs?

Yeah. And Mr Savage.

Now, he was a fine fisherman.

And a very generous man.

Yes. Of course, he was
a millionaire.

A very generous millionaire.

-Goodbye, Mr Askew.
-All right.

Good God. How do you
live in a place like this?

How do you escape
a place like this?

Think I should come in with you.

I mean,
what would a chauffeur do?

I think Steve would have
a nose around,

see what he could find.

Hello. I've come
to see Mrs Nicholson.

One moment.

I hope you haven't
brought bad news about Sylvia.

How is she?

-Still asleep when I left.
-Good.

Her own doctor will be
attending of course,

but I advised three days
of sedation, at least.

But how can I be of assistance
to you, Lady Frances?

You can't. Sorry.

I explained to the gentleman
I was here to see your wife.

Moira.

Well, that is kind of you.

I've decided to go
on an expedition today.

Obviously I don't want to be
a burden at Merroway

at a time like this, so,

thought she might like
to come with me.

Well, as I say,
that is very kind of you.

I'm sure she would have
enjoyed that very much.

"Would have".

Unfortunately, my wife
went away this morning.

Where to?

London, I imagine.

Shops, or a theatre.

This can be rather
a gloomy place

for a young woman,

and Moira sometimes likes
to take a break.

That is funny, I was planning
on going to London myself.

Where does she stay
when she's there?

The Savoy, usually.

The Savoy. Right.

Or Brown's. Or the Grosvenor.

Or sometimes The Langham.

Righty-o. I'll try those then.

I wish you luck.

And once again,
so very kind of you

to think of her, Lady Frances.

By the way, how'd you know
it is Lady Frances?

I mean it is, technically, but I
don't tend to tell people that.

Do you know, I'm not sure.

Perhaps I saw you
in the society pages.

Really? You don't seem the type

to bother
with that sort of thing.

I shall take that
as a compliment.

Oh, God!

What's wrong?

What's wrong? You look puzzled.

I'm pretending to look puzzled.

Wires are off the magneto.

I don't know what that means.
That it's fallen off?

Twin magnetos,
both the wires have been cut.

Ah!

So that's how it is.

I'd say that's a 3-iron
for your game.

For what?

I've got a friend in Baltimore

Little Liza Jane

Streetcars running by her door

Little Liza Jane

Oh, little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Oh, little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Oh, little Liza
Little Liza Jane

Well, that's all set.
How goes it below stairs?

-We'll find out in a minute.
-Hmm.

Want me to, uh, hold a thing
while you twist another thing?

That's all right. Thank you.

Do you have a will, Bobby Jones?

-A will?
-Hmm.

Why would I?
Don't have anything to leave.

I'm going to change mine.

I hereby revoke
any and all prior wills.

Okay.

Just thinking about Henry

and who stood to gain
from his death.

Sylvia, Tommy, local cat home.

To be honest, I'm more concerned
about Moira.

Of course you are.

Frankie,

he could have her
locked in a basement

for all we know.

I say we phone the police

and have them
kick the door down.

I don't think so.

If she was there
against her will,

I don't know,
Nicholson just seemed

too confident for all of that.

So she's either away or...

Dead.

I didn't say that.

Thought it, but I didn't say it.

Ah, such a clever chauffeur.

Well, I endeavour
to give satisfaction.

I'm so sorry
for you all.

Yeah, he's not an easy man
to love, Henry, but, um, this.

Bobby, come meet Roger.

Thought his name was Steve.

Man of moods.

I see. He's a member
of your organisation, is he?

He is the organisation.

Wait a minute. The golfer.

Caddy. But yes,

I was the one
who found Alan Carstairs

and then
left you alone with him.

Right. Which is when
I'm supposed to have

-switched the photographs.
-Yes.

We made a mistake,

and we're sorry,
aren't we, Bobby?

Hmm, I see.

Well, thank you, for all
your help with, uh, you know...

Perhaps we'll meet at
a christening one of these days.

Yes, all right, all right.

Wait a minute.

-I know him.
-Yes. From The Grange.

No, he was in Marchbolt,
at the inquest.

What?

He was at The Grange too.

He was the goon
who opened the door.

Think those magnetos
will get us to London?

They'll get you to London.

I have to stay here.

Can I give you an assignment?

-- Your uncle?
-- Yes.

-- And he's a member?
-- Exactly.

We're a military family,
you see.

One of my ancestors
fought at Battle of Naseby.

-Really?
-Mmm.

On which side?

I... My mother's, I think.

Anyway, dear old uncle Alan

was holed up in
The Angler's Arms in Staverley.

Do you know it? Gosh, you must.

But he had
to leave unexpectedly,

so the landlord,
a prince of a man,

sent his luggage here.

Sorry.

It's just, dear uncle Alan
has been

so good to me over the years,
I just can't

bear the idea
of letting him down.

If you just give me a moment.

"Found true love".

"Rose Templeton has no interest
in money".

Oh, me, oh, my!

Anglers Arms.

WOMAN Good evening.
Is Bobby Jones there?

No he's not here, madam,
which is concerning.

-Why?
-Why?

'Cause he's had
a top of rum,

a sirloin steak,

and ain't paid for neither.

I see.

- So...
-Thank you.

Here.

What's this?

This way, Madam.

Lady Frances.

What a delight!

I'm so sorry I'm late,
Mr Bragge.

No, I should be sorry for
not accommodating you sooner.

But the court hearing was set.

I know it was short notice.

-Champagne.
-Oh!

Champagne, please, and oysters.

Certainly, madam.
How many would you like?

Seven.

Can't bare even numbers.
Never taste right.

That is priceless. Thank you.

Mr Bragge, I want to
ask your advice about a will.

-Oh!
-No, no, not mine.

Oh, good.

No, this is about a John Savage.

While on-board, it seems
Mr Savage made the acquaintance

of a fellow passenger,
Mrs Rose Templeton

and the two of them
became... affectionate.

This is where the story becomes
a little unusual.

Mr Savage, a man of
apparently good health

became convinced
that he was dying.

Cancer.

Shown at the autopsy
to be absent from his body

and somehow infected his mind.

He died in early June,
if I recall,

by his own hand.

How did he do it?

Overdose of chloral hydrate
according to the autopsy.

The question then arose
concerning his will,

which Mr Savage redrew
only days before his death.

What was in the will?

To Mrs Rose Templeton,

the sum of £140,000.

But Mrs Templeton
had got her hooks in.

Well, I wouldn't put it
quite that way, but...

well, yes, perhaps I would.

And where is she now?

And no one contested it.

Well, Mr Savage had
no living relatives

and by all accounts,
very few friends.

Well, he had one.

-Oh, look, it's him.

Bobby, the sailor.

Oh, he's struggling.

He fights like a dragon.

Boyo. good you came here.

How do you do?

RECEPTIONIST
Good evening, Reception.

Hello, this is
Derwent in room...

it's... it's green.

Can you bring
my car around, please?

Okay, Ma'am.

Frankie, in here.

Well, this is a pickle.

Just a bit.

You're just
going to sit there.

Yes,
I thought I'd just sit here

and, you know,
obey the laws of physics.

Me too.

-Do you mind if I'm sick?
-Help yourself.

Just out of interest

why I'm in here and not

"Watch out for the gorilla
with the chloroform".

That was a gorilla
pretending to be me.

The Grange is
full of gorillas, apparently.

I don't think
we're on The Grange.

We're in Chipping somewhere.
Somerton.

Why are we here?

I don't know. You're the one
who told me to come.

That wasn't me.

-That was a gorilla...
-Pretending to be you. Right?

Mm-hmm.

Bobby.

Is it all right to be afraid?

Yes.

So this Templeton
came on board,

somehow got Savage
to change his will

two days before he died.

Then she and her husband

pushed off to France
with their winnings,

leaving this place empty.

Except they didn't.

I saw Amelia Cayman last night.

Both the Caymans are still here.

Why?

They had the money,
Savage was dead and buried.

What reason could they
possibly have for coming back?

Why didn't they ask Evans?

Is still so dangerous to them
that they had to come back,

-repair the damage...

and cover their tracks... what?

Because they actually thought

that we might understand it.

Yes.

Had they realised
how thick we are,

they probably would have
left us alone.

Read this aloud.

I, Robert Sidney Jones,

hereby grant Dr James Nicholson
full authority to conduct...

experimental neurosurgical
procedures upon my person.

So, has anyone explained
what's going to happen to you.

I think I could take a guess.

Really?

I'd be interested.

There's not going to be
metrazole, is it?

It's too old hat.

It will be electric shocks,
like what they used on pigs.

So, instead you zap me
with 50,000 volts

until I can't remember
my own name

or your name, more to the point.

Except you don't need 50,000
volts with brains like ours.

-Five ought to do it.

More than enough.
One of those potato batteries.

Well, it's good to see
you're taking it so well.

Commendable.

But who am I going to
commend you to.

Plenty of people.

Mr Bragge of Bragge, Bragge
and Ferndale for one.

I told him about John Savage
and Alan Carstairs

and Mrs Rose Templeton.

And Dr Thomas.

And of course, Evans.

Really?

Really.

I told him who Evans was,

what you didn't ask him,
and why he was fascinated.

A good bluff, Ms Derwent,

but I call it.

What have you done with Moira?

Don't worry about Moira.

In fact you don't have to worry.

You are dismissed...

Bobby Jones.

What a pill.

Bobby.

Nicholson, pill,
second emotion.

That wasn't Nicholson.

What do you mean
Nicholson wasn't Nicholson,

he was standing right there.

That was
Roger Bassington-ffrench.

-But Bobby, his voice.
-It was Roger's voice.

He got you in here
pretending to be me,

and then he tried to frighten
us pretending to be Nicholson.

But that wasn't him.

My God, Bobby,
he called me Ms Derwent.

-I think that was Roger.
-That's...

That's what I'm saying.

It doesn't help us much though,
does it?

No.

What are you thinking?

About us.

And Marchbolt
on that cliff edge...

talking about last words.

No questions, agreed?

A statement.

Definitely a statement.

You first.

Frankie, for as long as
I've known you...

Bloody hell!!

-Knocker!
-Knocker, is that you?

Knocker? Knocker!

That's my knife all of a sudden.

Bobby, did you give me a knife.

I tell you what...

You give me my knife back
and I'll give you this.

Come on.

-Knocker!

Knocker.

All right. Easy, Knocker.

-Yeah.

So it was you
following me undercover.

Your man told me
to look out for you.

Right. So...

The Bragges
checked the will with Elford

and it was all
properly notarized.

And witnessed by
one Alfred Mere, the gardener

and Elizabeth Chudleigh,
the cook.

We can't talk to Mere
because he's dead.

Hold on.
One of the witnesses is dead?

Yes, but he was 89, so,
I think we can let that one go.

But Ms Chudleigh lives
not far from here.

So, shave on.

-Mrs Chudleigh.
-Pratt.

-Oh.
-Chudleigh is my maiden name.

-I'm Mrs Pratt now.
-How lovely!

Bobby, did you hear that?

Congratulations.

All the more reason for cake.

We were wondering if
you remember anything about

that poor gentleman who died

while you were
working at the Mill House?

Left her a lot of money,
they say.

Not that we saw any of it.

-Sorry, who's we?
-Me and Gladys, the parlourmaid

and Alfred,
though he won't need it now.

Rest in peace.

That's shocking,

isn't it, Bobby, that

Mrs Templeton
didn't do the right thing.

We were curious about Mr Savage.
What was he like?

Couldn't say.

But he visited
the Mill House often, didn't he?

Gladys would know better.

I was only there a month.

But you signed Mr Savage's will.

You watched Mr Savage and then
signed as witness, didn't you?

The lawyer said
it was all right.

Of course, Mr Elford,

and he asked you
to sign the will, didn't he?

Mrs Templeton...

she told me
to go up to the bedroom,

then she went out
to fetch Alfred.

The next morning
he was stiff as a board.

Gladys phoned in, poor thing.

She had the shock of her life.

Thank you, Mr Bragge,
for everything.

Oysters are in the post.

Goodbye.

So Knocker's a free man.
No charges.

They've just asked him to
stay in the county for 24 hours.

What did you think?

Does anything strike you as odd?

I mean, it's all odd,
but her story tallies.

Except maybe one thing,
I don't know.

What's that?

I just don't understand why
they went to fetch the gardener

when the parlourmaid
and the cook were in the house.

So?

So why didn't they
ask the parlourmaid.

It's funny you should say that.

Because I stayed behind
to ask Mrs Pratt

for the maid's name and address.

The parlourmaid's name
was Evans.

You've just asked
the same question

that Alan Carstairs
asked on the beach.

Why didn't they ask Evans?

There's no address
for a Gladys Evans,

but apparently she worked
in a pub called The Swan.

Bonny and Clyde.

Mind the shoulder.

How much do you want for it?

Not for sale. I'm in love.

No, Knocker,
I'm buying it from you

and giving it back to you.

No arguments.

I already got me the brief.

Mr Bragge is on the payroll.

Also...

You're all right, Lady Derwent.

You too, my chirping Beadon.

Gladys Evans got married too,
and move back to Wales.

She's Gladys Roberts now.

The Vicarage, Marchbolt.

Bobby, that's your Mrs Roberts.

Right. There's one more stop
at Wrexham

and then home straight.

The maid is the only one
who knows what's going on.

Frankie.

She's done it.

What? Who has?

My ridiculous
off-the-pavement mother

has actually cracked the case.

I lost this club, see,

and my mother absolutely popped
a vein and shouted at me.

The only person in the house
who knows what's going on

is the maid.

-I don't see...
-She's right, darn it.

The cook is in the kitchen,
the gardener's in the garden,

who is the only person who sees
people in the house every day

and knows all of their faces.

-The parlourmaid.
-The parlourmaid?

Gladys Evans was the only one of
the three who could have known

that the man signing
John Savage's will...

Was not John Savage.

That's Moira. That's Moira.

Frankie, stop the car.

Moira. Moira.

What are you doing here?

Oh.

I need to talk to you
about some things.

-Give me a minute.
-Okay. Alright.

She needs help
and she needs to talk.

I booked a train to London,
you see, to get away

and I realised

as I was getting off the train
there was someone following me.

-What someone?
-I don't know.

I could just feel
they meant me harm.

I checked into a hotel.

Not my usual hotel,
a cheaper hotel because

-I don't have...
-Yes, yes, all right. And...

Frankie.

I just want her
to get to the point.

-Oh, my gosh, he's here.
-Who?

-Do you see him?
-Who, for crying out loud?

-Roger Bassington-ffrench.
-Roger Bass...

Why? Why is he in Marchbolt?

I thought he was here for me
and then I realised

he was here for someone else.

Who?

It's all so confusing.

It's all right, take your time.

Start from the beginning.

Who do you think he's here for?

Frankie.

Frankie, what are you doing?

What am I doing, Moira?

I'm sorry, wrong name.

What am I doing, Mrs Templeton?

Or may I call you Rose?

I saw your face just then.

You've put something in our tea,
haven't you?

We'll find out what it is
when I send that

to George Arbuthnot.

But my guess is chloral hydrate.

What do you think?

You arrogant,
entitled little bitch.

I'm literally entitled,

but I think arrogant bitch
is more your house.

Bobby, Gladys.

Help!

-Help!

That's good on you, then.

Thank you, Nathaniel.

Yes, a bit of
a character, old Moira.

Bad lot as they say,
or used to say about me.

But, uh...

What can a man do
if not obey his nature?

Whose idea was it, John Savage?

No, that was Moira.

She met him on a boat from
New York, made a play.

She fooled him,
I fooled everyone else.

She talked him into
his own death, more or less.

I signed the will
and no one was any the wiser.

Alfred.

She has an instinct, Moira.

A lot of people think
villains have a plan,

but they often don't.

They're opportunists,

improvisers.

Moira... is pure jazz.

Did you kill Alan Carstairs?

No.

Moira found this fellow,
a Mr Angel.

Dutchman, I think.

Picked him up along with
the Caymans in Epsom racecourse,

cut them in for a slice.

And Dr Thomas.

Well,
that was Moira's idea.

Said he was getting
a little chatty,

gave the order to Mr Angel.

What about Henry?

And it came to pass
when they were in the field,

that Cane
rose up against Abel...

and slew him.

Henry and I hated each other
from birth.

Plenty of times,
he might have killed me

if he'd had the nerve.

But he did have the house...

and the estate

and all the money
he hadn't injected into himself.

All wasted on misery.

And I made that place
a lot more fun.

I had it all planned out
months before,

but I knew Sylvia
wouldn't do as a witness.

People might think
we had something going on.

But once you got there.

But we were in the garden.

Oh, that's just a question
of timing really.

The shot you heard
was a crow scarer.

I hid it in the chimney

months before
waiting for my chance.

Derwent and Nicholson.

Yeah, clean as a whistle.

Dull as a whistle too,
but, uh, he means well.

The only mistake we made...
was you two.

Nathaniel, old boy.

So are you two
are gonna to get married?

-You should.
-Take that back.

We're not getting married
because he says so.

What is this?

It's a washer
from a magneto housing.

Thought it might do for now.