All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp s01e04 Widdershins.eng

[Bird cawing]

[Children singing]

[Chopping continues]

MAN: Anything else?

Kidneys.

None of your frozen.

Juicy.

I like the juice.

[Children singing]

[Clank]

Hey! Go on!
Get out!

[Bell tolling]

[Children singing]

[Squealing]

[Door closes]

WOMAN: Ah.

I just thought
I'd come in.

Of course, my dear.

That's what the church
is for.

Would you like
a biscuit?

Aah!

He'd never do
a thing like that.

There's been
a mistake made.

Glasses.

He were never
a quitter,

not Uncle Albert.

There was no
substitution bench

in his day.

He'd play on to the end.

He was my childhood hero,
my role model

long before they even
thought up the term.

Readsby?

It's a village
not far from Ackersly.

They retired there.

Then Aunt Em died,
and he were on his own.

That's only
30 miles away.

It's no distance.

But we've never been
to see him.

No!

You've hardly ever
spoken of him.

If you have
a childhood hero, woman,

you want him to go on
being a childhood hero,

it stands to reason.

You don't expect him
to grow old.

We grow old, Robert.

Here.

Come and sit by me.

You've not
called me "woman"

since they day
they made you

take voluntary
redundancy.

[Sobbing]

Ohh.

You daft apeth.

You can't be expected
to understand...

about men's feelings.

I know. I know.

I looked up to him.

The letter said
there was an inquest.

They brought it in
suicide.

He'd never do
a thing like that.

They must have
got it wrong.

Well, you call yourself
a detective?

You must investigate.

I won't rest till
I know the truth.

Did he,
do you suppose...

leave anything we might
use for expenses?

[Doorbell rings]

I've been dropped out.

I'm homeless.

Thought you'd been
scrounging jumble.

HETTY: Have you
stolen something?

Nothing.

Broken anything?

Not even wind,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Now then.

Never mind
what he didn't do.

What did you do?
Nothing.

You were right
the first time.

It was what
I wouldn't do.

Which was?

The landlady.

She was
after me body.

Well, you
can't go back.

He can't stay here.

I thought--

Of course
he can stay.

For a bit.

He's exactly
what we need.

No, he's not.

Till I sort
meself out.

You and I, Robert,
are going off on a trip,

if you remember,

to investigate the death
of Uncle Albert.

You're really going
to do it, then?

I never
refuse a case.

And we'll
need somebody

to look after
the house

while we're away.

Oh, right.
You're right.

Wouldn't you rather me
come with you?

I am your assistant.

I could leave
me bits and pieces here,

under the stairs.

He was
Robert's uncle.

Oh.

House-minding.

It's a big responsibility.

It is!

MAN: His daughter's
only too glad

for you to stay.

Apparently,
Mr. Wainthropp,

you were
his favorite nephew.

She said her father
often spoke of you as a--

a gradely lad.

But you lost touch,
apparently.

Huh.

Eh...

She'll have to sell
the cottage,

of course,

but she'll
come over first

to have a last
look around.

She blames herself

for the old man's
suicide,

but she has
no cause.

She asked him to go
and live with them

when his wife died,

but he refused to
leave the village.

He was happy here?

He was used to it.

But you and I,
Mrs. Wainthropp,

we know how it is.

The old
resist change,

then they get lonely,

and it's very easy
to despair.

No, it's not.

I don't hold
with despair

in young or old.

I've no time for it
at all.

Yeah. Well, uh,
I'll be on my way.

Anyway,
he wasn't old.

76, that's
no age at all.

[Car engine starts]

Did you forget
something heavy?

HETTY: Now, remember,

we're house-minders,
just like Geoffrey.

Nobody must know
I'm a detective.

I'll take the suitcase
upstairs.

[Door closes]

Are you
taking possession?

Have I
had the pleasure?

I have to know--

name,
number of persons,

relationship
to the deceased.

You go on upstairs,
Robert.

This lady must be
from the Census Office.

I'll talk to her
in the kitchen.

Now...

Who are you?

Have you got biscuits
in that bag?

That's for me to know

and you to wait
till you're offered.

Who are you?

Or a slice of
bread and cheese?

I may lose me patience.

You're not asking
the right way.

Ask me name,
and I'll tell you.

What's your name?

Lottie Battersby.

Where do you live?

Number one,
Bell Cottages, Badger Lane,

Readsby.

What day is it?
Wednesday.

What's your birthday?
August.

How old are you?

Can't remember.

There's biscuits
in the bag.

Is the electricity
connected,

do you happen to know?

Never mind.

Were you a close friend
of Uncle Albert's?

We shared a lilac bush.

Why did he hang himself?

I've got backdoor key.

I can come and go
as I like.

We should
help each other

in this world.

She's eating all
the bread, cheese,

and biscuits
we brought with us.

Says she comes
and goes in here

as she pleases.

I said she'd better
come as we please

from now on,

but I'm not sure
she took it in.

Wasn't there a bed
under here

when you started?
Don't!

You've got his 1949
jockstrap there.

Oh. Was it a good
year for them?

Is this one
worth air miles?

Shinpads.

His blood
shed at Wembley

is on the underside of
the one you're holding.

Robert, am I permitted
to sit down or not?

Are we going to sleep
in this bed tonight?

You don't understand.

Uncle Albert left me
his football memorabilia.

It's a sacred trust.

[Sigh]

I was just
sorting them out.

The bed will be free
by tonight.

Ohh...

They took him
straight from school.

He was only 17

when he played
in First Division.

Then the war
caught him.

He came back
to the game in '46.

27 years old

and his great days
all before him.

He must have made
a bit of money, then...

though you'd never
think it.

Oh, back
in them days,

you didn't
make big money

like they do now.

20 pounds a week,
top wage,

and you had no share

of the transfer
fees.

And he only got
7 years to make it

before his knee went.

Are you telling me

they cast him aside
like a soiled glove?

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Him and Aunt Em
had enough

after his benefit season
to buy this cottage,

and there was
a local employer

only too proud to have
Albert Bradshaw

working for him.

There was a pension,
then?

Must have been.

So why did he have
nothing to leave

but his football stuff
and this cottage?

We'd better take
a good look around.

[Cat meowing]

If that's his cat,

somebody's been
feeding it.

That girl's turning
the wrong way.

ROBERT:
Every one a classic.

Ah, those were
the great days.

Ginger Richardson,
"My Story."

No ornaments.

"12 goals
in 5 minutes..."

Somebody's been dusting.

"November 1931."

Everything's so rundown.

There's scorch marks
all over this rug

from coals that fell
out of the fire.

It's a first edition.

Was there a second?

Eddie Hapgood,
"Football Ambassador."

"Stanley Matthews,
The Authorized Biography,"

Tom Finney.

That's funny.

Tom Finney?
Never made me laugh.

This has naught
to do with football.

Show me.

Oh, there's a page
dropped out.

Must have been loose.

That's not
a page dropped out.

Somebody drew that
and put it in.

Witches with Satan
in the middle.

Was your Uncle Albert
artistic?

No.

He used to take
the plate around in church.

That's very interesting.

I can feel
the little gray cells

beginning to stir.

There's just
one question

preys on me mind.

If Loopy Lottie
next door

ate all our food,

what have we got
for supper?

HETTY: Nothing?

No wheatmeal,
wholemeal, rye,

or harvest grain?

Not even white sliced
with added India rubber?

No cobs? Baps?
Teacakes?

Bridge rolls?

All bread
has to be ordered!

You're telling me

nobody ever buys
on a whim in Readsby?

You don't understand
Lancashire folk.

You're a foreigner,
aren't you?

Nah.

Birmingham. It's
hardly Acapulco.

Well, what kind
of a shop are you?

You've got corn dollies
outside,

but no bread and fresh
vegetables inside.

Corn dollies don't
go stale, Madam.

They're made on the premises
by my wife,

and the profit margin
is enormous.

Ha ha!
But you never sell any.

Well, you try running
a village shop,

and see how quick
your hard-earned savings

rot on the shelves,
unsold.

This lady wouldn't
be conversant

with the problems
of microeconomics

in a consumer-led
society.

This consumer's husband

has become
foolishly attached

to the idea of food
for his supper,

and most of what
we brought with us

has been eaten
by our next-door neighbor.

How often do the buses
go into town?

Ha ha ha!

The next
is on Tuesday.

Ask a silly question...

There's unraised
pork pies at the butcher's!

I've seen that face
before somewhere.

Local paper.

"Evening Record."

Not long after
we got here.

Tracey...

Don't put "Mary Poppins"
among the horror videos.

I like to keep
the categories separate.

WOMAN:
It was a photo.

Now, what
was it about?

Oh, it'll
come to me.

I never forget a face.

Oh.

Oh.

Everything running down.

[Cat meowing]

The vicar's shared
between 5 parishes.

Aunt Em made all
these scrapbooks.

Pasted in
all his matches,

his whole career.

There's a smell of
death in the village.

All right.

The smell of death,
Robert.

MAN:
Yes, this'll do.

Circle there.

Flaming torches
on spikes,

but we don't want them
too close to the trees.

Now, then...

what are we gonna do for
the sacrificial stone?

Well,
there's a stone sink

in the vicarage garden.

It's full of owl pies,

but we could
take them out.

We'll need
a wheelbarrow.

"Wheelbarrow."

GIRL: The cat run away.

Well, it would!

That woman who
came into the shop,

she's a private
detective.

I knew it would come to me.

There's no bus
till Tuesday.

[Beeping]

What's that noise?

Noise? What noise?

Isn't it clear
from your end?

[Rock music playing]

HETTY: Geoffrey?

I think my toast
is nearly ready,

Mrs. Wainthropp.

I'm gonna have to
ring you back.

You can't ring me back!

[Doorbell ringing]

Oh. Hello, Mom.

I'll be back.

How's he getting on?

Like a house on fire.

Now, there must be
somebody with a car,

part-time taxi.

You can make a bolt
for civilization,

get us some proper food.

It's better for me
to hang on here

and ask questions,
anyway.

No.

I see.

Bad this morning?

We'll go
and have a word

with Mr. Plod.

Before he sets out
in his panda.

I want you
to come home.

I've left home.

I'm on my own now.

I'm in responsible
employment

of public importance.

You're still my boy.

Come home, Geoffrey.

Since your dad left...

I can't live alone.

It's wrong to force me.

You'd better come in.

Aspects of this case
puzzle me.

Why a football game?

He was going to kill himself,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

He put on the clothes
that he was happiest in

long ago.

[Humming]

There was
a postmortem?

Always is.

Was he suffering any
terminal diseases,

did they find out?
Cancer?

Dog eggs. I don't know
where you get them from.

They're murder
to get rid of.

No terminal diseases
of any kind.

For a man of his age,

he was in excellent
health.

And he didn't
leave a note?

No note was found.

You don't think
that's strange?

The reasons
that people have

for killing themselves

are their own business.

They're not
a proper subject

for police inquiry.

Darlington 3,
Manchester City 2...

Is Mr. Wainthropp
all right?

It's called
grieving, Constable.

We all have our own
way of doing it.

...Bolton 1.

[Mrs. Shawcross singing]

� There's no place
like home �

[Loud whirring]

Could he have been
dead already

and hung up there
to be found?

Turn that thing off!

I'm not at me best
solving murders

when somebody's
trying to launch

their biological stains
into orbit!

[Whirring slows]

Medical evidence
was clear.

The drop killed him.

He took his life

while the balance
of his mind

was disturbed.

Ah!

Nobody's mind is
perfectly balanced

all the time,

and elderly people...

Do what?

Become forgetful?
Selfish?

Easily frightened?
Revert to childhood?

Spill food?
Don't wash?

It doesn't add up
to insanity.

Life's too good
to throw away,

particularly when
you've managed

76 years on this earth
already.

You've got a nice little
garden out the back.

You've been working on it,
haven't you?

So did he!

That's what you do
with life--

use it, enjoy it,
live it!

It's spitting
in the face of God

to chuck in the towel
before full time.

ROBERT:
Acrinton Stanley...

I can't remember.

[Man talking on police radio]

Oh, just one more
question.

We found a book.

"The Witches of Readsby."

That's this village.

Have you got witches
here?

She makes it sound
like mice.

CONSTABLE:
There was witches

all over Lancashire
in the old days.

All those old women
hanged at Pendle

in 16-something
or other.

Hanged. Yes.

But nowadays,

there's just
not the interest.

I see.

Were you born here,
Constable?

No. I'm from Blackburn.

You're never sent for
duty in your own area.

My wife...

she's local.

[Car door closes]

HETTY:
She's got a visitor.

Lady's bag.

You go back in.

I'd like to see
who visits Looney Lottie

and why.

WOMAN: And you're
dear old Albert's niece,

is it?

HETTY: In-law.

He was my husband's
uncle.

Such a sad,
unnecessary loss.

I blame myself,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

Why?

I should have known.

I come in most days
to see the old dears.

That's what I always
call them,

"my old dears."

It's up to
the village community

to care for
those in need.

Was Uncle Albert
in need?

He had his pension.

In need of company.

Concern, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Some want to share.

Upstairs, quickly!

[Grunts]

I'd rather you
didn't mention this

to anyone,
if you don't mind.

Does this happen
often?

No, not really.

But the old dears get
so frightened, you see.

What of?

The cottage hospital
in Ackersly,

the old folks' home
in Walton le Dale.

Nobody ever comes back
from either.

[Chuckles]

At least, that's
what they believe.

So they struggle on.

They're frightened
of people knowing

they can't cope.

Taps left running,
flooding the floor;

coals dropping
out of the fire,

setting fire
to the hearth rug;

knocking themselves out.

Some of them are
a little absent-minded--

Lottie, especially so.

But it doesn't
add up to senility.

One covers for them
as long as one can.

It's not a reason
for suicide.

Indeed, no.

Anyway,
Uncle Albert could cope.

Yes, he could.

You get about a bit
in the village,

visiting your old dears
and such.

Heh.

The parish council,
the flower show, the W.V.S.,

and I collect
for charity.

My word.
[Chuckle]

Yes, I'm
quite a busybody.

Long ago, when I
dropped a hymnbook

or miscounted
the collection,

my father would say,

"Marian, if you can't be
a practical Christian,

"join the devil

and undermine
his work instead."

Uncle Albert
had a book,

witchcraft.

You've not come across
anything like that

in Readsby?

Good gracious, no.

It's hard enough

to get them
to come to church.

Did you make this
yourself?

Oh, it's very good,
Hannah.

It really is
very good.

And the garlands.

Lilian did them.

She found some
half-priced silk flowers

at the co-op.

Oh. Enough to do
the design, then?

Yeah, plenty.

It's the stinkweed
I couldn't find.

It can be difficult.

Luckily,
I do have a source.

Now, what else?
Sacrificial knife.

Alan's bringing his own
down from the butcher's.

Sacrifice?

It'll be there.

A goat?

From the organic dairy.

I would have liked
to have had one

from Readsby,

but needs must when
the devil drives.

[Laughter]

Any better?

It comes in gusts.

This can't go on.

I--I'd best go on, love.

I'm no use to you here.

We'll both go.

Witchcraft.

I'm clutching
at straws.

He was an old man.
He was lonely.

He killed himself.

End of story.

You can't give up.

"Childhood hero."

You've never shown any
interest in football.

I followed football regular
before I met you.

Are you suggesting--

Hear me out, love.

1946-53.
Uncle Albert's great days.

I worshipped him.

1948,
Cup Tie at Wembley.

99,000 attendants,

and I were there
in the best seats

with Aunt Em
and my brother Frank.

1952-53.

He did his leg in.
It were never right after.

'53-54, his last season.

Crystal Palace at home.
They booed him.

His own fans booed him.

I had gone to the match
with me mates.

I booed with the others.

He can't
have known that.

I knew.

I stayed away after.

I expect he thought
I were ashamed of him.

I were ashamed of meself.

What do you
want me to do?

Put me mind at rest.

Here it is.

FA Cup
presentation ceremony.

Uncle Albert got his medal
with the rest--

18-carat gold--

and he let me hold it.

Oh, they were heroes
in them days.

Hang on.

You what?

Where's that medal now?

He kept everything.

All the memorabilia--

boots, jockstraps,
shinpads.

You said yourself

the very blood that
he shed at Wembley

was on those pads.

Where's that gold medal?

He must have sold it.

Why would he need money
that badly?

Got it!
What?

Pawn ticket!

You'll go on
with the case, then?

I want Geoffrey here
by tomorrow morning.

There's no bus
till Tuesday.

Tell him
to borrow the scooter

from that friend
of his.

If he can't, he can
cycle 30 miles.

They think nothing
of that

in the Tour de France.

Now, you'll be
in our own bed by tonight.

I'll miss that.

Don't forget.

When you
reach Ackersly,

before you
get the bus home,

look for
the 3 brass balls

and see who pawned
that medal.

I'll phone
this evening,

at home, about 6:00.

Will this taxi make it
as far as Ackersly,

do you think,
in this condition?

Well,
it always has done.

There's always got to be
a first time, though.

You're a detective.

How do you know that?

Everyone in the village
knows by now.

You can't come in,
Mr. Wainthropp,

without I
talk to you first.

It was me
that found him.

How come?

We were doing
a project at school.

The village school?

Only the little ones go
to the village school.

We're at
the comprehensive

at Ackersly...

when we bother to go.

What sort of project?

We never had them
in my day.

Social studies.

Care for an old person
for a month,

and then write
a dissertation.

Stupid.

You can't stop
after a month.

No, of course you can't,

but I expect some did.

We learned our tables

and the kings and queens
of England.

Probably did less damage.

I used to come around
most days--

darn his socks,

do a bit of
shopping,

talk about
the old times.

Well, he'd talk.
I listened.

Miss Horner came round
most days, too, she said.

We never overlapped.

He didn't like her.

You're reading my book?

I lied.

It wasn't the landlady

at the Baden-Powell
building

who was
making a pass at me.

It was my mother.

She'd found out
where I was living.

She comes around,
she won't leave me.

She's on at me
all the time

to go back home.

Some parents
turn their children out.

I won't go back,
Mr. Wainthropp.

Since me dad
walked out, it's--

it's just too heavy.

Oh.

Well,
I'll tell you what.

You don't have to
live with her,

but you should
visit sometimes.

If you never visit folk
when they're alive...

you'll feel bad
when they die.

There's a drawing
in it.

Satan.

I did that.

I thought it might be his.

Something he left,
like a note.

He never left a note.

They asked me.
I'd have seen it.

Why did you give him
a book about witches?

Well, we were
talking about it,

and he was interested.

It's the old religion,
isn't it?

Never died out.

Better than ours
in some ways.

What ways?

Women in control.

[Door closes]

I suppose you and me

ought to have
a bit of a conflab.

[Telephone ringing]

Oh. That'll be Hetty.

HETTY:
We can't be long!

There's somebody
waiting!

Was the medal there?

Aye.

He wouldn't part
with it, though.

The time's gone by.

Says he's a football
aficionado.

I reckon it was
the 18-carat gold.

Who brought it in?

He can't remember,

and he wouldn't
show me

his record book.

Says
it's confidential.

Nil desperandum.

Doing a bit
of detecting,

are you?

You have nice
weather for it.

He'll visit.

Promise?

Not up to me
to promise.

He's promised.

It's a proper job, missis.

With prospects?

There's honest
prospects.

Walpurgis Night.

[Laughter]

[Geoffrey panting]

Oh, food!

Mr. Wainthropp
sent it.

We've a lot to do,
Geoffrey.

Done a lot
already.

I've cycled 33 miles,

mostly uphill,
with that French stick

knocking a dent
in my chin.

That's nothing to
a lad of your age.

Why didn't you borrow
your friend's scooter?

I couldn't.
It was in use.

Ohh.

Brass rubbing
in the Cotswolds.

You'd better
have a bite to eat,

and then
we'll set off.

I watched two people
cross that field

with an old stone sink
in a wheelbarrow.

That has to mean
something.

Mmm.

There's been times
these past two days

I could have killed
for spring onions

and crusty bread.

There's something strange
about this village.

You know there were
witches here.

There were witches
all over Lancashire.

They confessed to
congress with Satan.

They had meetings,
Sabbaths.

They had familiar spirits--
cats, mostly.

It's all in this book,
"The Witches of Readsby."

Mrs. Wainthropp,

it's me you send to
the reference library.

I do the books.

Listen, and you may
learn something.

It's beginning
to add up.

Small things.

Corn dollies sold
at the general store.

Girls in the street
spinning widdershins.

That's anticlockwise,
the way witches spin.

A cat that's everywhere,
almost as if it's human,

and they all take it
for granted.

A church neglected.

Where's it going?

There's no doubt

that the old man
committed suicide.

There's no getting away
from that.

But tonight is
Walpurgis Night.

[Door opens]

[Silverware clanks]

You saw the food arrive?

All right.

This is Lottie
from next door.

Hello.

Cut her a piece
of bread, will you,

Geoffrey, please?

I'm gonna pop in
in a moment

to make sure
you've not

left the bath
running again.

LOTTIE:
Old ladies my age

don't have baths,

unless there's someone
sanding by

to fish us out.

Then why was the...

Never mind.

Who's the Queen of England?

HETTY: Wet.

Let's go round.

Have a look at this.

Looks like
a hanging tree.

Shouldn't we go
and tell the police?

There are 3 reasons
why not, Geoffrey.

One, he won't be back
till this evening.

Two, there's still
religious freedom

in this country,

and unless they actually
hang somebody,

they're not committing
a criminal offense.

And 3...

I'm not sure his wife
isn't one of them.

We won't take
any risks.

We'll
black our faces

and hide.

We'll be back here
by midnight.

Then we'll see
what we see.

[Drumming and chanting]

[Shouting]

[Baas]

[Laughter]

[Drumming stops]

MAN: Have you heard the body

that steals the bread
and hides behind the door?

Some say that Satan is
dead and buried and cold.

Satan!

ALL: Satan!

DIFFERENT MAN:
Welcome, my children,

Welcome.

Feast...and fornicate.

Fornicate!

But first, I shall
require due sacrifice.

ALL: Sacrifice!

[All talking at once]

Sacrifice!
Sacrifice!

Let the chosen virgin
come forth.

Virgin.

I may have to interfere.

But you can't.

SATAN: Do you give this child
to me unconditionally?

I do.

Has she been soothed
with the juice of poppies?

She has.

Is she unsullied
and unblemished,

pure in thought,
word, and deed?

She is.

ALL: Sacrifice.

We can't have this.

It must be stopped...now.

[Crying]

Shh. Shh.

She's not supposed
to cry.

Don't shout at her
like that.

Go back
to the village.

Go straight to
the policeman's house.

I'll hold them
somehow

till he gets here.

OK.

[Crying]

HETTY: All right!

That's enough!

You can stop this
at once.

I won't have it!

Freedom of worship
is one thing--

no objection to that.

But you lot are
going too far.

My advice to you
would be

to make yourselves
scarce

quick as you can.

The police are
already informed

and on their way.

[Laughter]

Don't you
laugh at me.

Don't dare laugh at me!

I'm a fully qualified
private detective,

well-known in the West
Lancashire area,

with an advert
in the yellow pages.

[Laughter]

I've got connections!

Of course you have...

Mrs. Wainthropp.

[Laughter]

Cut!

All right! Cut it there!

Set up to go again
from Satan's entrance.

I'll talk to her.

Now, I don't care which
comes first, madam,

an explanation
or an apology.

Both are due.

It's not up to me
to explain myself

or apologize.

I'm not engaged in
satanic practices.

There have been no
satanic practices

here, madam.

No human being or animal
has been or will be hurt.

This little girl
was crying.

She was terrified.

She was crying because
the stinkweed in the garlands

brings her out in a rash.

Antihistamine cream,
however, has been provided.

Now, don't try
and soft-soap me.

I talked to Hannah.

She told me about
the old religion.

Oh, yes.

She's a very
intelligent girl.

[All murmur agreement]

She will go a long way.

She's studied
the whole subject.

She wrote
most of the script.

You see, madam,

what you've just
blundered into, madam,

is the making of
a community video,

"The Witches of Readsby,"
in aid...

of muscular dystrophy.

[All chattering]

Now, if you wish
to satisfy yourself,

you are welcome to
stay and watch,

but please,

don't interrupt again.

[All talking at once]

Ready when you are,
Mr. De Mille!

[Drumming]

[Man shouting]

I've made some tea.

Oh...

just set it down,
please.

Ha! Jumping
to conclusions.

You've always jumped,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I was supposed to be
a grieving relative,

not a detective,

but I blundered
about,

cross-examining
everything in sight.

Nobody
was deceived--

laughing at me
behind their hands.

Even Looney Lottie
next door was--

even--

Mrs. Wainthropp.

[Exhales deeply]

Walked me over
the wallflowers.

You what?

"Old ladies my age
don't have baths

"unless there's
somebody there

to fish us out."

And these scorch marks
on the hearth rug.

But Uncle Albert could
cope, she said.

Are you all right
in yourself, Mrs. Wainthropp?

Ha ha ha! A fool!

A fool! I've been
a fool!

Yes, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Well, don't
agree with me.

Do you think
it's too late

to go next door
and talk to Lottie now?

HETTY: When I
came over to see you,

a Miss Horner
was there--

the day the bath
ran over.

Do you remember
that?

Did Miss Horner
go upstairs

just before
I arrived?

What day is it?
Saturday?

Right!

Saturday today.

Thursday then.

Did Miss Horner
go upstairs?

Who's the Queen of England?

I'll put it another way.

Is Miss Horner
always with you

when bad things
happen?

Water overflows,
the cooker's left on.

Do these things
ever happen

when she's not there?

Most days,
she comes to see us,

Albert Bradshaw and me--

Albert first,
then me.

Albert first?

Did she come the day
he hanged himself?

Did Miss Horner
come to see you that day

and go in
to see Albert first,

as she always did?

Are you taking possession?

Did you give her
money, Lottie?

[Sobbing]

[Whimpers]

I thought so.

How many other
old dears in the village

did Miss Horner visit
most days?

I shall need
the names, Lottie.

[Meow]

8 of them!

Your old dears!

Desperate to stay
in their own homes!

Terrified of dying
unnoticed,

out of sight,
and out of mind

in the old folks'
home!

But you were
their friend.

Visited nearly
every day,

protected them,

taught them what
they must always know

to keep out of
the funny farm.

"What day is it?
Where do you live?

Who's the Queen
of England?"

Excuse me.

And when waters
flooded the floor...

and bottoms were
burned out of pans

and coals set fire
to carpets,

you were there
to cover up,

except that these
things didn't happen

when you
weren't there.

You're jumping to conclusions,
Mrs. Wainthropp.

I always have done.

It's the gray cells
working overtime.

I'll jump on.

You took money
from your old dears,

Miss Horner.

Easy to do.

Everyone knew you
collected for charity.

You didn't take much.

They couldn't
afford much,

but it all added up,

and more
from Uncle Albert

because of his pension.

Then you went too far--

his gold medal.

He daren't accuse you
in public.

Too dangerous,
he thought,

they'll never
believe him.

Lost his marbles.
Away with him.

So he dressed up
in his football gear

to remind people they
owed him some respect,

and he wrote a note,
and he hanged himself.

But you came along,
as you always did,

took the note before
anyone else found him,

and then went on
into Lottie.

I came here.

I came to pray.

Lottie found me here.

Admit it.

[Chuckle]

You prove it.

I don't
have to prove it.

This is
a small village.

There are no secrets.

[Door closes]

It's a Sopwith Camel.

HETTY: So what's it doing
in our spare room?

Why...

I thought it would
interest Geoffrey.

It does.

I put it together
for our Derek

when he won his
swimming certificate.

You can do the breaststroke
for half a mile,

I take it.

She knows damn well
what I'm trying to say

is that you--

you're welcome
to use this room

till you get back
on your feet.

Thank you,
Mr. Wainthropp.

When business
improves,

we'll decide
what's a fair rent.

[Car engine idling]

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