All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp s01e03 Fingers.eng

Ah.

Inghilterra.

[Speaking Italian]

Dio!

Aah! Aah!

[Woman sobbing]

Mafia!

WOMAN: It's due to collapse
in the year 2009.

They're taking advance
bookings now.

ROBERT: You've seen one
leaning tower,

you've seen them all.

Oh, Robert.

[Horn honks]

WOMAN: Right.

If you'd all like to board
the bus now, please.

Thank you.

There you go.

[Everyone talking at once]

Oh!
Oh!

It's that way.

Yeah.

[Horns honking]

TOUR GUIDE: We'll be
here two nights

before proceeding
to Siena,

with its
internationally famous

medieval artifacts
and such like,

including horse racing
in the streets.

Horse racing?

In summer.
We've missed it.

Oh.
Oh.

And tonight, a typical
Tuscan menu

with optional wine
of the locality.

You won't find prawn
cocktail

or gammon and pineapple
here.

WOMAN: If we don't find prawn
cocktail, I'm going home.

MAN: Yeah, we're going home.

[Shouting in Italian]

If you can eat tripe,
you can eat octopus.

It's two sides
of the same coin.

I hate tripe.

You...

I'm not
all that keen

on India rubber
in any form.

You are
the Signora Wainthropp?

Oh, uh, si.

I am.

I am Gianetta.

Well, how do you do?

You are private dick?

Detective, yes.

What's the problem?

Confidential.

My mama and papa speak English
only for tourists.

No good for delicate matter.

They send for me.
I have diploma.

We must talk--private,
you understand.

Is it professional?
We're on holiday.

Detectives don't have
holidays, Robert.

Half the cases come

when you're on a steamboat
up the Nile.

We tell these people

you are my pen pal
from Westlinks.

[Loudly] She is my pen pal
from many years.

We will talk girl talk together
within these walls.

Ciao, Hetty.

We'll follow in 5 minutes.

You don't want ice cream.

HETTY: "Silence"?

GIANETTA: Then "Await
the instructions."

Have you had
any instructions?

The packetta came
but yesterday.

And that's
your brother?

Gianni--younger than me.

I know this wall.

Si?

One like it, at any road.

It's the decorations
they put on--spray paint.

Rude mostly, but you get the
occasional touch of romance.

You're right!

Haslingdon,
would you say?

Baker Market somewhere?

Then you can find him?

Oh, I think he'd have
gone by now.

What was he doing
in England?

We send to language
school--Manchester.

Why not here,
where Gianetta went?

GIANETTA: This is Italy.

My brother will inherit
the Albergo,

so he must speak English
for the tourists,

more better than me.

Cambridge,
first certificate.

Si. We send
for one year.

Every morning, he study.

At night, he work
in a restaurant--

not Italian, Papa insist.

Must be English,
for the idiom.

Veggieburger--we
have no such here.

When he have English good,
he must come back here,

find a nice girl with
degree in business studies,

marry, and begin family.

Only it goes wrong.
Gianni don't like to study.

He don't like to work.

Don't like to marry.

We had the same trouble
with our Derek.

They grow out of it.

GIANETTA: We thought so,
then this.

Have you told the police?

No!

Papa thinks
it is the Mafia.

I meant
the Manchester police.

Everywhere, the Mafia
have eyes, they have ears.

It is their trade.
They would always know.

But I'm
not the police.

GIANETTA: Just a woman.

They would not suspect you.

Are you sure?

Maybe you find nothing.

Maybe the ransom will be not
so much and we can pay.

Maybe they will
kill him anyway.

We don't know what to do,
so we must do something.

We pay you 700,000 lira
for one week.

700,000?!

About 300 pounds.

You find out what you can,
then we see.

[Speaking Italian]

P.A.: May I have
your attention?

Please have your...

[Continues indistinctly]

Anything turn up
while I was away?

Um, two lost dogs
and a stolen budgie.

Champion
Amenhoptep XXXIII--

they say his pedigree
goes back

to ancient Egypt.

How much
are they offering?

Uh, 50 pound
for safe return.

Oh, we can do better.

We've to trace
a young language student

been kidnapped by the Mafia.

They've been sending bodily
parts to his mum and dad.

Now, be careful with
that duty-free Dievole.

It's got to last.

She was talking
about the Mafia.

It will come to no good.

GEOFFREY: I may ask
for danger money.

She's overexcited
with the traveling.

What's in the box?

Nougat.

Come on!

How do they know
it's the Mafia?

Who else could it be?

As far as anybody
over here is concerned,

he's an Italian waiter
doing language classes.

It takes the Mafia to know
his mum and dad

are sitting on a little
gold mine in Tuscany.

HETTY: I don't fancy
any food, thanks,

not after that rot
they gave us on the plane.

Oh, I think Geoffrey
and I might fancy a sausage.

HETTY: On your own
head and beard.

They're past
their sell-by date.

Of course it's the Mafia!

They'd have to have
informants.

They do--everywhere.

They'll have the Manchester
police in their pocket,

I shouldn't wonder.

Well, then don't you think,
if we're to make inquiries...

Yeah, we will.
I took the job.

They might have informants
at the language school...

at the vegetarian
restaurant, even.

That's going too far.

What I mean is,
these informants--

they could
inform on us.

We need to go
a roundabout way, like.

Softly, softly,
you might say.

Well, all right.

Softly, softly.

This box of nougat's
for you.

Robert and I
don't eat nougat.

It's death to teeth.

[Telephone ringing]

Don't worry.

I'm not trying to sell you
anything.

Our aim is to get our nougat
into every home.

My card.

"Torrone"?

The name of the firm
I represent.

It's the Italian
for nougat.

Exactly.

In nougat, I have to say
we are tops.

Aeroporto de Pisa--
Pisa Airport?

Oh, I brought
the wrong one.

Luckily, it does not affect
the name of the game.

Which is...

Public relations
in the highest sense.

My company intends to award
a prize every year--

the Torrone Prize,
it will be--

to the language student
who has done most

to bring credit
to Italy.

Personal qualities
will be considered,

as well as
academic merit.

Will you be paying out
in nougat?

I don't particularly
enjoy the food.

That's not the point.

It's cheap,
filling...ah.

I think it's healthy.

I've cut meself.

Don't get any blood
into them carrots.

We're only licensed
for vegetarian food.

Why did Gianni leave?

He was always late.

Usually fell behind
in the rush hour

and left me like a Charlie
with sod-all

to put on the plates,

and...he needed more money
than we could afford to pay.

WOMAN: Gianni Pepinetto
and Ernesto Torcelli

were the only two
Italians in that month.

Hmm, rather
a contrast.

How do you mean?

Ernesto
is a star pupil.

Gianni seldom
turned up for classes

and dropped out
altogether

after 6 weeks.

Dropped out?
Did he tell you why?

Well, he didn't
tell us anything,

just stopped coming.

But he'd
paid his fees?

A term in advance.
That's quite usual.

[Snaps fingers]

That's it!

I'm sorry?

Just what I need--
the human angle.

Woman's page,

top of the column,
with a photo.

I'm coming over
all of a doo-dah

just thinking about it.

"Gold Star
and Black Spot."

I shall want to talk
to them both.

Will you give me
their addresses?

Well, it's the same
address, or was.

I don't know whether
Gianni is still there.

You mean,
they're old friends?

They knew each other
before they came to England?

I shouldn't
think so.

It's just their way.

Italian students
always stick together.

I tell them, "Find a room
in an English home,"

but they
won't do it.

They crowd into some
squalid, furnished flat,

and go out at night
to look for women.

To the male Italian
language student,

Mrs. Wainthropp, Britain
isn't about the beauty

and complexity
of the English language.

It's about easy sex.

But this Ernesto,

he is a different
dish of--

what shall I say--
fegato a la veneziana?

Liver and onions?

Well, if you like.

He's serious.
He works hard.

I don't know what
he does in the evenings,

but it should certainly
be worth your while

talking to him about
your prize.

Where did you
get that outfit?

Oh...Oxfam.

And the brooch?

Came in a Christmas cracker,
I think,

some while back.

I found it in that box
in the attic.

That was no
Christmas cracker.

This brooch belonged
to my mother.

Right.

I knew it would
come in useful.

She wore it
to daffodil teas.

[Telephone rings]

It will be for you.

I am to bring the money
to Manchester.

They will book
one single room for me

at the Hotel Piccadilly,

and then I get
more instructions.

And, Hetty...

Signora Wainthropp...

they send
another finger.

Why would the Mafia

want the money
paid in Manchester?

Please forgive
the ironing board.

Italians, you know,
are fanatic ironers.

You speak
very good English.

Thank you.

The language school says
you're their star pupil.

They are always
so kind to me.

Unlike your friend,
Mr. Pepinetto.

Those are his
mama and papa.

Oh. Oh, really?

Please, will you sit down?

I cannot
offer tea,

but there is
coffee or wine.

Oh, is there wine?

Sit down,
please, Geoffrey.

You won't
be having wine.

You'll need to keep
a clear head

for the note-taking.

Will Mr. Pepinetto
be home soon?

We'd really like
to talk to you both.

Um, 3--

3 copies
of this photo, please.

And...can you make
the bit of the wall

with the painting
separately?

And--and make it bigger.

Blow it up?

No, no, no.
That won't be necessary.

Just make it bigger.

Right.

He gave up his job,
you know,

with
the Veggieburgers.

Yes.

You do know?

No! No. No idea.

He said he
would get another.

He had
much confidence,

great, uh--

what is the word
for "on your bike"?

HETTY: Um...

Tour de France?
No, no.

Um, saddle sores?

Initiative.
He was ashamed

he could not pay
the rent

and I must
pay all.

So one morning,

he went out when
I was at school.

Took nothing,

only a few clothes
in a bag.

Left a message
on the table.

In Italian
or English?

Italiano.

Gianni's English
was no good.

Did you keep
the message?

Why?

No reason.

Handwriting--
it's a clue to character.

Gianni's handwriting
was terrible.

Maybe his
character, also.

I don't know.

We were together here
only a few weeks,

but it is true.

He has not
come back,

and I must pay all
of the rent, anyway.

That's Ruby Tuesday,
isn't it?

You what?

Ruby Tuesday.

Goes all over the Northwest,
her and Jack Diamond.

I've been to Galloway.

I can tell
her style anywhere--

all curls
and colors.

Dragons
are her specialty.

You can almost
smell the smoke.

Jack can't bear it.

She fills in a wall,

and then he
comes along

and puts
his own bits in--

you know, like spikes

and jagged edges
and that.

They've both
had grants

from the Arts
Association.

Why?

Contributions
to popular culture...

and they've both
had youth custody

for vandalism.

Depends how you
look at it, really.

Thank you so much!

May we come again?

If you do, next
time, we shall talk

about me, not all
about Gianni, huh?

Oh, I am sorry.

What must you
think of me?

It's just that
in my business, Ernesto,

in good old P.R.,

human interest,
heartbreak,

courage
in adversity--

they add such value
to the nougat.

I'm sure
you understand.

I do. I really do.

[Speaks Italian]

HETTY: Ta-ta.

I just can't help thinking
of that poor lost lad

out there on his bike
in all weathers.

Well,
I've made a note

of the saddle sores,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Do you want me
to undertake

any medical
research?

There is no public
relations, no prize!

They were lying!

They know you gave up your
job with the Veggieburgers!

How? Why?

[Speaks Italian]

Speak only in English
to me, Gianni!

It can't be the police.

No, it can't be.

Maybe...
some newspaper.

Aspetta. Your uncle.

How we get
into such a mess?

We? No "we."

You get into
the mess, Gianni.

Like a fool,
I tried to help you, huh?

[Siren]

Let's get home, get
our heads straight.

Manchester!

The agency's fees

are being eaten up
by bus fares.

If Gianni's mum and dad can
afford to pay the ransom,

they can afford to pay us
for another week.

I don't like it,
Geoffrey.

It doesn't
smell right.

Well, it were a bit
pongy on the stairs,

but he kept
his own place

in good order,
didn't he?

Now, if we're to put
the little gray cells to work,

we must lay out
the evidence.

What do we
know so far?

Gianni Pepinetto

enrolled at
the language school,

paid one term's
fees in advance,

set up
in a rented flat

with another
student,

Ernest Torcelli,

and got
a part-time job

at the Veggieburger
restaurant.

6 weeks ago,

he dropped
out of school,

gave up his job,

and disappeared
from his flat.

Said he'd find
another job,

but nobody heard
from him since...

until...

Until his fingers started
to arrive through the post.

[Beeping]

He said he'd
find another job,

but what other work
could he get

with his English
so bad?

Have to be
unskilled.

Have to be nonspeaking...

unless it was
with another Italian.

Write that down.
It's a line we might follow.

We don't know
he did get work.

The Mafia could
have took him

6 weeks ago.

I don't believe
this Mafia story.

There's too much
that doesn't add up.

Why did he need money?

Everyone
needs money.

We do.

He had enough
for his school fees

and for a down payment
on his flat.

He had that
part-time job.

Then suddenly,
he needs money. Why?

What about gambling?

Who'd give him credit?

You're thinking of
drugs, aren't you?

Crack. There's
plenty about.

I'm thinking
of his mum and dad

scratching about
to raise a ransom!

I'm thinking of that girl
Gianetta

traveling from Tuscany
with a suitcase full of money

to the Piccadilly hotel,
waiting for instructions!

I'm thinking of a cruel trick

played on folk
who love him...

just to get money
to feed a drug habit!

Your little
gray cells

do make big leaps,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I've noticed it
before.

ROBERT: He wouldn't
cut off his own fingers...

and pickle them, like.

[Dog barking]

We'd better have
another go at Ernesto,

ask him why Gianni
needed money,

and...what about
this Ruby Tuesday?

Oh, it seems
she travels

all over
the Northwest.

That wall could
be anywhere,

and so
could she.

Young people
should stay put.

They've no consideration
these days.

How are we going
to find her?

Well...

And don't tell me she
was at school with you.

Not everyone
in the Westlinks area

was at school
with me, Mrs. Wainthropp,

but I do know someone
who might be able to help.

[Rock music playing]

GEOFFREY: Right.
Give me a moment.

MAN: No, no, Jed.
You arms is too stiff.

One with the paint, yeah?

Put that one up.

That's looking good.

Geoffrey Shawcross--5-B,
Free-hand Drawing.

You were bloody awful.

I had trouble
at home.

Can you come
and talk to us?

We need your help.

You're interrupting
a class.

You can have
two minutes.

Ruby Tuesday, right?
You're out of luck.

She don't
give interviews,

and she don't
answer questions.

At any road,
you can never find her.

Where's this?

That? No problem.

That's old-school,
that is.

She did all her
old-school work

round Addersleigh.

Decadent stuff--Rameau,
Baudelaire, Beardsley.

Still, she had
to go through it.

MAN: Ambo, over here!

Time's up.

Bye, missis.

See you, Geoff.

See you later.

You said he was
a famous art critic.

"Northwest Art Forum."

Oh, aye.

He does
a weekly column,

and he's a design
consultant for ICI

when he can be
bothered to turn up.

Addersleigh.

You'll need
to borrow the scooter

from that friend
of yours.

You have betrayed
the trust I put in you.

Si, signore.

[Speaking Italian]

[Speaks Italian]

No, signore.

[Speaks Italian]

[Speaks Italian]

Si, signore.

He's disgusting,
sweating like a pig.

He can't appear
in public like that.

Take care of him.
Get him showered and changed.

I am so sorry
to keep you waiting.

You have
what we want?

Indeed, yes...

and of
the highest quality.

HETTY: I've misled you.

I am not
in public relations,

and there
is no bursary.

I brought you
a piece of nougat,

the best the Pisa Airport
could provide.

It's not the same
as a bursary,

but I shall treasure
it, of course.

I met Gianni's parents
in Tuscany.

They were worried,

not having heard from him
for a long time.

They've employed me
to pursue inquiries.

I'm a private detective.
My card.

You certainly fooled me.

So I should hope.

Disguise is part
of the job.

Sherlock Holmes could
not have done it better.

Fine words butter
no parsnips, Ernesto.

I'll have the card back,
if you don't mind.

We're running a bit short
till I get a reprint done.

Now...where's Gianni gone,
and why did he need money?

Really, I did not
know him so well.

He did not...
confide in me.

Women?

I don't think so.

For an Italian student
in Britain,

women are not a problem.

Gianni--how does one
say--pulled the birds.

And do you...
pull the birds, Ernesto?

I came here
to learn English.

Most evenings,
I don't go out.

Do you need money?

Gianni had a part-time job
till he gave it up.

Do you?

I don't like
to interfere so much

with my studies.

But we were talking
about Gianni.

Right. Back to Gianni.

Was he on drugs?

I would have noticed.

Gambling?

Horses, cards, roulette--

anything like that?

Did his parents say
he liked to gamble?

Did they say anything
to help you find him?

They said...

they said
he wasn't keen on work.

I think maybe
they are right,

but it's not much use
to help you find him.

Please, Mrs. Wainthropp,
believe me,

I don't know much about
Gianni's business,

but if you give me
back your card,

I will let you know
at once

whenever
I hear some news.

Please.

ANNOUNCER: Rider
Emory Quagglebury is down.

They've got 100 yards
left to race.

Byron is leading
on the inside.

[Continues announcing race
indistinctly]

Do you
recognize him?

Did he ever
come in here?

Well, I can't say.
You get all sorts.

Do you?

Looks like mainly
regulars to me.

A place like this,

there'd be no
passing trade.

There are some regulars,
naturally.

Was he a regular?

I really
can't remember.

But you remember
he came in?

You've seen him before?

I never said so.

You've said nothing
at all so far.

I find that interesting.

I'm not supposed
to say anything.

What happens between a man
and his turf accountants,

it's confidential.

We learn that
on the training course.

It's like being
a doctor or a priest.

What's the problem?

This lady
is harassing me.

I'm a detective.

Have you seen this
young man before?

It's not the policy
of this establishment

to provide information
about our clients.

So he
is a client.

You can't do that.

Council clean-up
campaign--

stimulates
employment

and attracts
the tourists.

That's old-school!

It's part of our
cultural heritage!

Don't worry.
She'll be back.

He used to come in.
I shan't deny that.

He had a run of luck
to begin with.

Then he lost steadily.

He asked for credit and
was refused--end of story.

Refused?

It's not our policy to
extend credit to students

without any visible
means of support.

His parents
own a hotel!

In Italy.

Hardly amounts
to a guarantee

financial stability.

Oh, you know that,
do you?

Who told you?

He...may have
mentioned it.

I don't suppose
you've any idea

where he might have gone
for credit?

Nobody lends
without security.

Took his passport.

Why?

Stop him doing a runner.

Oh, I've heard
of folk like you.

Some poor woman
with a bill she can't pay

borrows 50 pound,

and by the end of the month,
it's 300.

How could you hope
to collect?

We have our ways.

How much does
he owe you now?

[Taps computer key]

Nothing.
Loan's paid off.

He paid it off?

How?

Gentleman paid it off
on his behalf.

Oh, ho!
Man of distinction.

Bit of a foreigner,
I'd say--

well-dressed,
well-spoken,

carried himself well....

knew all about
the debt.

Paid in full,
loan and interest.

I gave him back
the passport,

and off he went.

Now get rid of it.

[Whistles]

[Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.]

Ooh.

Ahh.

I've said it before,
and I'll say it again--

it gets the feet,
this job.

That scooter is murder
on my thighs.

We should have a car.
It would pay for itself.

I'm thinking of buying
a pair of Doc Martens.

Addersleigh area--
it's not very precise.

I must have been
to 100 walls,

and it's the same
with them all--

council is repainting.

[Telephone ringing]

Robert?

Won't be for me.

But I can't answer
the phone in wet feet.

[Grunts]

You've got to persist,
Geoffrey,

thighs or no thighs.

It's our only
hard clue.

ROBERT:
Wainthropp residence.

Oh, right!
You've arrived, then.

Gianetta.

Brought
the ransom money.

We've not got
much to tell her.

Right.
I'll let her know.

And you, love.
Keep your pecker up.

He can be
so sympathetic

when you're
in trouble--Robert.

I forget that
sometimes.

She's at
the Piccadilly Hotel,

room 517.

She says better not ask
for her at reception...

in case they
are watching,

so can you find
your own way up?

Have a nice day!

GIANETTA: Who is it?

Maid with towels!

[Whispering]
Hetty Wainthropp!

Open up!

You work here?

I'm a mistress
of disguise.

Let me come in.

BOY: Come on!

Wait up!

GEOFFREY: These don't look
much like Ruby's work.

Come around the back.

Roll me over!

As my associate said,
it's not much to tell.

You have suspicions
of Gianni.

Yes.

All right.

Left a bit.
Left--whoa.

Right a little bit,
half a step.

That's it.
Come back.

Right. Wait.

Right just
a tiny bit.

Whoa. Right there.

Bingo.

He could not cut off
his own fingers.

I can't explain
the fingers.

You believe...

you really believe
he'd do this himself?

It is your
professional opinion?

Yes.

OK. He's young--
too young, maybe.

He likes to go out,
have a good time.

Maybe he gets in debt,
like you say.

It's possible. We don't
have no betting shops.

Gianni loves his family.
He would never hurt us.

I brought the ransom money.
I don't know what to do.

You've had no
instructions so far?

Nothing, except
to wait in the room.

Gianni's flatmate,

Ernesto Torcelli--
have you ever met him?

Uh-uh.

Talked on the phone?

You wouldn't
know his voice?

Is there anybody
in this country,

as far as you know...

might have
paid off the debt?

[Sighs]

This is a real puzzle.

Something's gone
arsy-darsy somewhere.

[Telephone ringing]

It's them.

Si?

Papa!

Si.

[Speaking Italian]

Si.

Gianni's body
has been found.

He had been--they
have...mutilate.

The fingers?

Cut off--both hands.

Little fingers cut...

and the eyes...

What about the eyes?

He have no eyes.

The Manchester police
telephoned my papa.

I must identify.

Then, if they will
give me the body,

I will take it
back to Italy.

Please go now.

How did the police know
to phone your parents?

His passport
was in his pocket.

Signora Wainthropp,

I have to say,
do not blame yourself.

I do not blame you.

My papa and mama have
no bad feelings for you.

It is our fault,
our mistake.

We thought that being
a woman of some age,

the Mafia
would not notice.

As you said, it is
not like the police.

We were foolish.

They notice everything.

You did your best,
Signora,

but...you were
out of your league.

[Crying]

You have a good cry,
my love.

You have a good cry.

[Dog barking]

Where is she?

In the front room.
She's gone all broody.

She just sits there
staring at nothing.

I keep taking her
cups of tea,

but they
go to waste.

She doesn't even notice.

I found the wall.

You better
tell her, then.

I doubt if it will do
any good, though.

She says she
doesn't blame me.

Of course
she blames me.

I blame myself.

I found the wall.

I've promised we'll
go no further...

ask no more questions,

discontinue
the investigation.

She's paid us off...
out of the ransom money.

I found more
than the wall.

I know where Gianni
got the fingers from.

An undertaker's mute!

I said at this
very table--

you heard me--

if he got a job,
it would be nonspeaking.

Is the undertaker
Italian?

I've not found out yet.

He bought the firm
a few months ago.

It's just
by the War Memorial--

very posh premises.

Uh, "Francis Gabriel
Funeral Services.

Tact and courtesy
guaranteed."

He's said to be foreign.

Foreign?
I knew it--

the fine gentleman
who paid off the debt!

Here, are we going
to have supper soon?

I could get something
out of the freezer.

Later.

Let's put the case
together first.

It's amazing how these
little gray cells

begin to work when they're
given the nourishment

of hard information.

Leaping about,
are they?

Like fleas in a circus.
Start writing.

The photo was taken
against the wall

in the grounds
of the crematorium.

He knew that wall.

Can you
slow down a bit?

No, I can't.
I'm in full flow.

I could put the oven
on, at least.

Who took
that photograph?

Ernesto.
Right.

It's my guess that Ernesto
got Gianni the job,

and it's my guess
that Ernesto

was already working
with this Mr. Gabriel.

Should I be writing
this bit?

It's speculation,
isn't it, not knowledge?

Write it.
I'll tell you when to stop.

It's my guess there's
a family connection.

"Family"
as in Mafia?

"Family" as in family.

The Mafia had nothing
to do with it.

Undertaking work!

What student
would think of it

without he already
had an uncle

in top hat
and black gloves?

But why should
Gianni move

from a Veggieburger restaurant
into corpses?

It's not a natural
career move.

There's money
in corpses.

He was trying on
this Mafia trick

to get money out of
his mum and dad,

but he
needed fingers.

Working
in a funeral parlor,

the uncomplaining
dead

were all around,
but think on.

How did he get the idea
in the first place?

Ernesto again?

It's not
good enough.

I must get it right.

Gianni was in debt.

Ernesto got him
this job,

which paid much more
than he was earning.

An undertaker's mute?

That's not well-paid, without
you do the embalming, as well,

and he'd got
no training in that.

The job paid well

because old
Mr. Gabriel's staff

had to be
paid well...

to keep their
mouths shut.

You've lost me.

It's guesswork.

Transplants!

When the police
found Gianni's body,

it wasn't just
the little fingers gone.

It was his eyes,
as well.

Cornea transplants.

They'd be sent abroad.
He'd be making a fortune.

It's mainly cremations
these days.

Not many are buried.

Once they go through
that curtain to the incinerator,

who is going to know
if they're short

of a few bodily
bits and pieces?

Folks would notice.

Some grieving widow
might want a last look.

It's eyes, Robert.

You remember that stuffed ferret
you tried to buy at auction,

and I put a stop to it?

They take out the real eyes
and put in glass.

Now, missing fingers
would be noticed.

That's where Gianni
made a mistake,

and that's why
he had to be killed.

How do we prove it?

You don't have
to prove it.

The police
will do that.

I promised I wouldn't
talk to the police,

and anyway, as Geoffrey says,
it's all guesswork.

Ernesto will crack.

If he doesn't,
we've got no case.

We must have proof.

We've got to get into
those premises somehow.

It's the only way.

I think your gray
cells may have gone

a bit too far
this time,

Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm not asking you
to go alone.

I'll go with you.

Oh, no, you won't!

Provided--
and only provided--

we get our supper first,
I'll go with the lad.

You've never been
handy with tools.

I doubt they'll be
well-protected.

Nobody will burgle
an undertaker's.

So turn on the oven.

I'm on me way
to the freezer.

Wait!
I've got a better idea.

The Chapel of Rest.

We've come to take
our last leave

of the late
Mr. Satterthwaite.

[Organ playing]

Just a momentary
weakness.

You shouldn't
have come, Mother.

You're far
too sensitive.

After all
these years,

I have to pay
me respects.

Don't worry
about me.

I'll be
all right now.

[Sniffs]

I congratulate you.

You've done
a wonderful job.

I've never seen
him look better.

Well?

MAN: In certain expectation
of eternal bliss

in the life hereafter.

[Organ playing
"We'll Meet Again"]

MAN: Ladies
and gentlemen,

I am Detective
Chief Inspector Adams.

MAN: Please!

ADAMS: Sergeant,
around the back!

We're sorry to cause
a disturbance.

Please don't be upset.

Everything's under control.

Quick! Quick!

Stop there!

Uh...please.

Please, uh...

I think
your friend Ernesto

may be ready
to talk.

You'll find he speaks
excellent English.

You want to come
around the back?

Try and stop us.

MINISTER: Perhaps we should all
stay where we are...

in silent prayer.

Did the late
Mr. Satterthwaite

have two
glass eyes, madam,

are you able to say?

You don't
understand!

It's a public service
we've been doing here!

There's a need
for spare-part surgery!

GEOFFREY:
There we are.

Lovely work.

Lovely work.

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