All language subtitles for Campion.S01E06.The.Case.Of.The.Late.Pig.Part.2.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Good day.

A very good day
to you, Mr Campion.

Our paths cross again.

I believe your name is Hayhoe.

It serves, it serves.

This is a most
unexpected pleasure.

I was hoping for an interview
with you today.

Though not quite
so early. Admittedly.

An early riser, are you?

You're up early, too.

Watching the sun rise?

That...

And other things...

I believe you're investigating
the death of that
unfortunate man, Harris.

You know something?

I know that as far as the rest
of the world is concerned,

Roland Peters, more
commonly known as "Pig",
was buried in May.

And the body that
is now missing,

is that of Oswald Harris,

an equally obnoxious character

with a marked
resemblance to Pig,

who met his end when someone
shoved a geranium urn on his
head at the country club.

And as far as you
are concerned?

I have some interesting
information, which I might be
prepared to give you.

Information which would
take you a long time to
amass on your own.

And which would lead you
to a successful conclusion
of the case.

Thereby enhancing your
professional reputation.

This is not, I take it,
a philanthropic gesture
on your part?

Alas, no.

At the moment,
my financial affairs are in
considerable disorder.

But I'm sure that we
can come to terms.

(HAYHOE SNORTS)

Was Harris by any chance
a relation of yours?

A nephew, as it happens.

But not a very dutiful one.

He was a wealthy
young man, and I...

Well, I do not choose to
spend my holidays in a
wretched workman's hovel.

Was Roland Peters
your nephew, too?

I have several nephews.
Or had.

May we get down to business?

I am asking 500 guineas

for a complete and
confidential explanation
of the whole affair.

Would that include the mole?

Oh, you know about
the mole, do you?

You are perceptive.

Which is why I'm sure you
will not reject my offer.

I am asking 500, how far will
you meet me, Mr Campion?

Mr Hayhoe, if you know
anything about the death of

your nephew,
you should go to the police.

Ah, well.
You had the opportunity.

Oh, no, no, no. One minute!

Don't be hasty, dear boy.

If you knew something
important, you'd hardly
talk about it.

Why not?

The police can take me in
and bullyrag me,

but they can't hold me,
they've got
nothing against me.

I possess an asset
which I intend to realise.

If not to you,
to someone else.

Oh, yes.

I have another likely
purchaser in mind.

I wanted to give
you first chance.

If you're thinking
of Sir Leo...

(LAUGHING)

Look.

I'm a reasonable man.

If I don't get satisfaction
from another quarter
I may drop my price.

Let's give it 24 hours.

Suppose we meet here
tomorrow morning.

Seven o'clock.

And chat about the mole?

If you wish.

The mole.

And other things.

Tomorrow then.

At 7:00.

So you're back.

I trust you saw Ms Rowlandson
home safely.

-Look, Janet...
-It's quite all right.

You don't have to explain
yourself to me.

Lugg.

I'm back.

What sort of time is this
to wake anyone?

Sorry.

Especially someone
who's already been
up half the night.

I thought you might
be worried about me.

I'm more worried about myself.

I need me eight hours,

if I'm gonna go dragging
around the country after
missing bodies and such.

Oh, you'd better lie in.

I won't bother to go to bed
now, not worth it.

I'll wash, change,
have an early breakfast
with Leo.

Oh, there's been another
development. I met this fellow
Hayhoe on the way here.

I have a shrewd idea
he knows...

(SNORING)

(LOUD SNORE)

I never liked the
look of the fellow.

A name like Hayhoe, too.

We'll call him in
for questioning.

I don't think I would, sir.

You want him left
on the loose?

He can't be involved
in the murder.

He's obviously
blackmailing someone.
I'd like to know who and why.

I'll get Pusey
to put a man on him.

I only hope...

Well, I hope that whoever it
is that he's blackmailing...

You're worried about Poppy?

Well...

Hayhoe kept pestering her,
for some reason.

Not that I think
for a moment she...

Poppy wouldn't hurt a fly.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Good, I caught you,
it's Skinn, Sutain and Skinn.

I'm sorry?

The solicitors who dealt with
Peter's affairs, they're in
Lincoln's Inn.

Well, that's most helpful,
Dr Kingston.

And they should know if
there's any connection

between your Pig Peters
and Oswald Harris.

The more I think about it,
the more I think
they were brothers.

It'll have to wait
for the moment.

Oh, things are moving,
are they?

You could say that.

The body has disappeared.

Really? I say!

Then you certainly won't
have time to go and
see the solicitors.

Would you like me to take
the day off and go and
see them for you?

Thank you, but I'll ask
Leo to follow it up.

Well, anything I can do
to help!

I'm just on my way to visit my
young patient at the Knights
and then I'm at your disposal.

Well, I was going down to the
Knights too. Perhaps you could
give me a lift.

Certainly, yes.

This patient of yours,
is she one of the maids?

Flossy Edwards.
Down with jaundice.

She must have been upstairs
yesterday throughout the time
leading up to Harris' death.

Oh, no, I think you're on
the wrong track there.

Yeah. She's away,
at the back of the house.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Albert.

See you later, Doctor.

Oh, I'm so glad you've come.

I want you to patch things
up for me with Leo.

We had a bit of a...

...barney yesterday, as you
probably gathered.

It was all my fault.

I told him a ridiculous lie.

About Hayhoe's visit?

(SIGHS) You know.

I can't think why I did it.

But people down here
are such dreadful snobs.

In my world, that is my old
world, the theatre world,

there is no such thing.

As snobbery?

Except between
legits and variety.

Principals and chorus.

But getting back to Hayhoe.

He is a bit of a bounder
but quite human.

And we all have to live.

May I tempt you to
one of my highballs?

American style.

Well, actually I make it up
myself but it's rather fun.

Thank you.

So, Mr Hayhoe is
a friend of yours?

Oh, not a friend, no! But...

When he came to
me for help, well...

We've all been down on
our luck, haven't we?

Did he borrow money from you?

Good Lord, no!

I may have lent him
a pound or two.

He was very hard up, you see.
Through no fault of his own,
poor dear.

That wretched man
Harris was his nephew.

There'd been some
jiggery-pokery going on.

I forget the details, but
Harris had done Hayhoe
out of all his money.

And he wanted me to
help him get it back.

So.

I showed him
up to Harris' room.

You what?

Oh, don't worry.

Harris was there, and
anyway that was days ago.

What happened?

There was an awful hullabaloo.

Hayhoe came running out
with a flea in his ear.

Since which, he hasn't
been near the place.

Except for yesterday
afternoon?

(EXHALES) When Leo saw him.

He jumped to all
sorts of conclusions.

Why did he come?

To offer support.

He said that he knew what it
was like being surrounded by
standoffish country people

in your hour of trouble.

And could he help me.

As a man of the world.

I think he actually
wanted a drink.

Uh, Poppy.

You said you remembered
yesterday morning
very clearly.

It isn't every morning
that one has a murder
on the premises.

Think carefully.

Was there anybody
here earlier on?

Someone who left before
Harris' demise?

No. No one.

Unless you count the vicar.

Bathwick!

Mmm-hmm. He always
looks in mid-morning.

Has a highball like this.

And then trots off home
via the kitchen garden.

I see...

Oh, how's Flossy?

Oh, she'll be feeling fine in
a couple of days.

Don't let her do too much
or eat too much fat.

Would you care to see her?
Campion?

Hmm.

You want to question Flossy?

She was the only one
upstairs and alone
when the urn fell on Harris.

Poor little Flossy!
She hasn't the strength!

Or the wit.

I didn't think she'd be
much use to you.

The poor girl was scarcely
in the land of the living
herself at the time.

If she had been, I doubt she
would have noticed much.

I wonder if Poppy does
it deliberately.

I'm sorry?

Select staff whose
intelligence quota
is somewhat below par.

(LAUGHING) Well, I suppose
she does, in a way.

It's her kind heart,
all the lame dogs.

Mind you, I suppose it
could be rather convenient.

Never know, she didn't
want things noticed.

Is that what you're
getting at?

Oh, no, Campion.

Poppy wouldn't hurt a fly.

Excuse me a moment, I'd like
to have another look upstairs.

I say...

Do you mind if I
come with you?

No, of course not.

I find all this quite
fascinating.

I mean, why couldn't I have
been a detective instead
of a dull, old GP?

I say, look!
Look at that scratch.

Oh, I had noticed.

But, I mean, does it
tell you anything?
I mean, it looks quite recent.

Do you think you want
some fingerprints?

Come on. I've seen
what I wanted to see.

Where are you off next?

Can I drive you anywhere?

No, thank you,
Lugg's picking me up later.

Well, if you need me...

Just whistle.

Colonel.

He's a nice man.

He doesn't mean to be a ghoul,
but he's bored, like so
many people here.

Anyway.

It'll give him something to
talk about to his patients.

I wonder if I might see
the kitchen garden?

POPPY: That's the way
the vicar goes.

The meadow leads
up to his house.

Poppy, could you find
something out for me?

Unobtrusively.

What's that?

It's about yesterday morning.

I want to know if anyone was
seen puttering about upstairs.

Perhaps someone who
wasn't there later.

Bathwick, for instance.

First they bang him on the
head, then they bang
him in the river!

No satisfying some people.

Why the river?

I was in...

Hello, there.
I was with Pusey.

It's an outrage!

Wanton mischief.

I wonder...

Chap was already dead!

What's the point of dumping
him in the river?

That's what I say!

Water has a peculiar
property, hasn't it?

It washes things.

How soon can you
arrange the autopsy?

Where are we going now?

To see my old school
pal, Whippet.

He keeps cropping up.
Whippet in the
anonymous letters,

Whippet and Effie Rowlandson,
Whippet and his hunch
about the river.

Funny, lad uses cold...

(EXHALES)

What are you waiting for?

Pop in and see if he's there,
would you, Lugg?

I knew it would
catch up on you.

Whippet?

Youngish fellow, brown hair.

Well, brownish.

I couldn't say.

Public school type.

Speaks like it was
too much trouble.

Oh, yes! No, he's not here.

Did he sleep here last night?

I couldn't say.

Was he here at breakfast?

I believe he was.

Would you know when
he's coming back?

I couldn't say.

And about Ms Rowlandson?

Young lady with blonde hair.

Oh, yes, I know her.

Is she here?

No, she'd be out.

Did Mr Whippet and her leave
together or separate?

I couldn't say.

We kept lunch for you, sir.

Sorry I'm late, Pepper.

Ms Janet had hers
some time ago, sir.

Oh. Do you know where she is?

In the rose garden, sir.

Will lunch keep
a little longer?

And you still say you're
not soft on her?

MAN: Well, I really thought
I'd stay on for a while.

Might even rent a place.

JANET: Really?

Yes. I'm beginning to...

To share Constable's
enthusiasm for this
part of the world.

The wonderful skies?

And the wonderful eyes!

(LAUGHING)

Whippet!

Hello, Campion.

Found you at last!

I've been searching for you
all over the place.

I've been busy.
Hello, Janet.

Why didn't you tell me you
had such a nice friend?

How's it going?

The missing body,
as you predicted,
was found in the river.

I know. The village
is terribly shaken by it.

I suppose there is some, um...
You know, explanation.

You have some explaining
to do yourself, Whippet.

Yes, I know, that's why
I've come to see you.

There's Ms Rowlandson
for one thing.

She's frightfully upset.
I sent her down
to the vicarage.

-The vicarage?
-What on earth for?

Well... Help.

When in doubt, in the country,
one always goes to the parson.

You know, good works,
that sort of thing.

Oh, yes!
And I think you ought to have
a look at this, Campion.

Uh, someone slipped it
under my bedroom door.

"He waiteth patiently.
Peace and hope are
in his warm heart.

"He foldeth his hands
upon his belly."

"Faith is his that can
remove the mountain
or his little hill."

Funny. I didn't think
anyone knew I was
at the Feathers. Except you.

And I don't suppose you...

No.

Who's the "he"?

Mole again?

Hmm. His little hill.

A mole hill? Could be.

I suppose you two know
what you're talking about.

Sorry! Well.

Um, I fancy I ought to go,
now I've seen Campion.

Thank you for your kindness,
Ms Pursuivant.

-It was a pleasure.
-I hope to repay it.

I'll see you to your car.

Yes, this, this really is
a Constable country.

You know, Whippet,
you've still a lot to explain.

What are you doing
in Kepesake?

Well, it's that girl, Effie.

She's a strong personality,
you know.

I met her at Pig's funeral.

She sort of collected me.

Asked me to drive her
down here yesterday.
So, well, I did.

What about these letters?

I suppose one should
tear them up.

It's very disturbing, but I,
I like the mole.

Well, look me up
when you've time and we'll,
uh, go into it.

Goodbye.

Death is still working
like a mole and digs my grave
at each remove.

Honestly! You shouldn't
let her pester poor Bathwick
like that.

-Who?
-You know perfectly well who!

It's bad enough your
bringing her down here,

without letting her get
her claws into somebody
like that,

who can't possibly
look after himself.

Are you sure Bathwick's
such an innocent lamb?

Perhaps you haven't heard
about his dip last night.

Told Leo some ridiculous story
about falling into a dyke.

Now that Harris' body
has turned up in the river,

he'll have to do
better than that.

You think they'd suspect him!

Oh, no, how awful.

What's the matter?

You swear you won't laugh
if I tell you?

I swear.

He didn't fall into a dyke.

He fell into our lily pond.

How do you know?

I pushed him.

(LAUGHS)

You promised!

What happened?

Last night, after you took
that female home,
I came out here.

I saw someone by the pond.

It was him.

He came back to...
Well, hoping to...

Offer you his hand and heart.

Actually, it was rather
more than that.

I suppose it was the wine
at dinner.

I pushed him away
and he fell in.

No one else need know,
need they?

No, I don't think so.

You're not so bad, really.

I'm awfully glad.

That I pushed him in the pond?

Yes. And you're wrong
about Effie Rowlandson.

Last night, you were about
to say something when Pepper
told us she was here.

About that time
in London... I...

-Beg pardon, sir. (PANTS)
-I'm not hungry now, Pepper.

No, it's not that, sir.
You're wanted
on the telephone, sir.

A lady.

I've made those inquiries
you wanted and no one saw
the vicar come back yesterday.

But, my dear!
Who do you think was seen
trotting about upstairs?

Now, the girl who saw him
naturally thought I'd
given permission,

as she'd seen him here before.
And he seemed so genuine, too!

CAMPION OVER PHONE:
Who are you talking about?

Who? Oh, sorry! Didn't I say?

It's Hayhoe.

You want me to arrest him?

At once. I should have let you
do it earlier.

But we can't, we've no
solid evidence against him.

Then pull him in
on something else.

Trump up a charge?

Much as I'd like to see
the fellow behind bars...

Please. Just keep him here
for 24 hours.

It's imperative.

-Is young Brimble still
watching Hayhoe?
-Like a hawk, sir.

-Brimble?
-Sir!

-Still there, is he?
-Yes, sir. He's been
in there all day.

That's his room, over there.

You can see him if you look.

Not that old trick!

You'd better put him back
on dog licenses, Inspector.

I don't understand it.
He were in here earlier.
I brought him up a cup of tea.

How long ago was that?

That's... 40 minutes, I'd say.

He's not been gone long, then.

I never heard him go out!

He must have
gone down the stairs
in his stocking feet.

We must find him!

Have all your men mobilised?

Yes, sir. And I've called in
a few more men.

The whole village will be
on the lookout now.

See they search the hilltop,
where his telescope is.

He'd have to go through
the village to get there.

Couldn't do it
without being seen.

Not unless he's a mole.

The moles,
they travel underground.

I know.

We should know something
in an hour or two.

I hope so.

Well, nothing you and I
can do, but wait.

Might as well go and
get a bite to eat.

You go and have
your posh meal.

I'll be at the bar.

Sir Leo!

Campion!

What a bit of luck!
I hear you've got your man
on the run.

A patient told me.
The whole place is agog.
Is there anything I can do?

Uh. No, thank you.

But keep your eyes open.

You're looking tired.
You mustn't overdo it.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Thank you.

-Monsieur.
-Thank you.

Isn't that Bathwick?

And Effie Rowlandson.

-An odd trio.
-Very.

We'd better ask them
if they've seen Hayhoe.

(SOFTLY) Mr Campion.

Cooee!

And get that young lady
down in the morning
to identify the body.

Yes. There'll be a lot
to do in the morning.

Plenty if we catch Hayhoe.

More if we don't.

Good for Hayhoe, I say.
All them narcs out,
he gives them the slip?

I shall be up at 6:00, Lugg.

-Oh, lummie.
-There's an appointment I want
to keep at 7:00 sharp.

You're not going up there.
Hayhoe is on the run
for murder.

If he's caught,
he'll be clapped
in jail for life.

I shall still go.

Suppose I have to go with you.
Make sure you don't
get yourself bumped off.

No, you need your
beauty sleep.
I'd sooner go on my own.

But there is something
I'd like you to follow up,
later in the morning.

SIR LEO: This is what you were
afraid of.

CAMPION: He had something
on the murderer.

Well, now he has two deaths
on his hands.

Who, Campion?
I can't believe it's anyone
in Kepesake.

There's not a lot to go on.
Cornfield was near the road.

The murderer wouldn't have had
to carry the body far.
If he did carry him!

It's my guess Hayhoe was
killed on the spot.

There was a lot of
blood around.

What on earth were they doing
in the middle of a cornfield?

Having a very quiet,
private interview.

I should like an opinion
on the wound.

You shall have it.
My old friend,
Professor Farrington

will be along later
to take a look at Harris.

What would you say
it was done with?

Something narrow and sharp.

A dagger perhaps.

I say. Who could afford
a car like that?

A bookie. Or a solicitor.

I'm so sorry I was unable to
speak to you myself yesterday,

Sir Leo. I was in court.

Your partner was
most courteous.

In view of the circumstances
I'm seeing it was you,
Sir Leo,

I thought I would
come down myself.

How kind.

I looked through the papers
last night.

The names, of course,
had communicated
themselves instantly.

Peters and Harris.
Both clients of ours.

Were they brothers?

Yes. Mr Raymond Henry Peters
changed his name
to Harris for...

For good reasons of his own,
no doubt.

He's comparatively new
to our books.
Our principal client

is his elder brother,

Mr Roland Isidore Peters,

who died last May.

I believe Harris received
a considerable sum
under his brother's will.

Indeed.

I can give you
the exact figures
if you wish, Sir Leo.

There was personal property,
and insurance, of course.

It all seemed in order
at the time.

Do you know who Peters
was insured with?

Not offhand.

Mutual Ordered Life Endowment,
I believe it was.

-I can look it up,
if you wish.
-If you would. Thank you.

I wonder, Mr Skinn, would you
be prepared to take a look
at the body yourself?

-You want me
to identify Mr Harris?
-Or Mr Peters.

As the case may be.

Well?

I'm afraid I can't be sure,
Sir... Sir Leo.

It's 12 years since I saw
Mr Peters,

and I only met Mr Harris
just the once.

The dead man resembles
them both,

insofar as one...
(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Do you think I might have
a glass of water?

I'm sorry, Sir Leo,
but I don't want to
commit myself!

Never mind. We have
someone else who should
be able to identify him.

You have no right to ask
a young lady to identify
a body which has been lying...

I'm sorry, Reverend Bathwick,
but I'm only following orders!

-It's all right, really!
-It most certainly is not!

I never heard such an outrage.

Oh, hello, Mr Campion.

What seems to be the trouble?

-Well, it's like this, sir...
-The trouble? You're prepared
to subject a young lady

to a shattering ordeal
because of the inefficiency
of the police

and their hangers on!

As I recall, it was
Ms Rowlandson's own request
that she might see the body.

-Yes, Philip, it's
ever so kind of you...
-No!

She goes in there
over my dead body.

Hmm. I think two dead bodies
are quite enough
for the time being.

And why are you so concerned
about it?

Out of human decency.

Ah. Human decency.

If you'd care to follow me,
Ms Rowlandson.

Which is it?

This one.

Yes. It's Piggy.

He'd have hated to be seen
without his toupee.

(SOBS)
I wasn't in love with him,
but I'm sorry he's dead.

Satisfied?

I take my hat off to you,
young man.

I can't be certain
without a...
A careful autopsy,

but I'd hazard
a tentative guess that

he met his death sometime
before he had yon crack
on the head.

-Poison.
-Yeah. Yeah,
I wouldn't wonder.

I'd say this was in the nature
of a blind.

You've got a clever man
up against you, Mr Campion.

Yes.

Have Pusey send the body
'round to me, and
I'll let you know for certain.

Right. Let's have a look
at this other poor fellow.

Excuse me, missus.

He's out!
And where I couldn't say.

Miss Rowlandson,
is she out too?

Couldn't say.

Just one more question.

Do you know if
Mr Whippet brought
a typewriter with him?

-You couldn't say.
-Oh, yes, I could!

Smart-looking portable one,
it is, I seen it in his room!

(BELL DINGS)

This is from
that solicitor chappie.

The Peters who died in May
had his life insured for
£20,000

with Mutual Ordered
Life Endowment.

Turned out very well
for Harris.

I mean Peters. Oh, dear.
It's all so confusing. I can't
be sure which is which.

Only that they were both Pigs.
Any news of the inquest?

It's been adjourned
for 10 days to give us
breathing space.

Which means we must
get results, Campion!

Or I shall have to
call in the Yard.

You're on to something,
aren't you?

I know how the first murder
was done, and I think I know
who did it.

But I haven't any proof.

Will you give me another day?

Might as well,
having gone this far.

And another thing, Leo.

Can you arrange
a Home Office order for the
exhumation of R.I. Peters

who was buried last May?

I think it's time we
took a look at that body.

Well, I'll try.
Identification after
all this time?

In certain circumstances,
it would be possible.

-Antimony in the body?
-No.

It's a question of the soil.

Yes, yes, you may well
be right.
I remember Old Whitton,

the last gravedigger here,
dragging me out of bed
one morning.

He opened up a grave
somewhere around here
to put in the relative

of a dead woman and somehow
the lid of the coffin
had been dislodged,

but the body
was almost perfect.

So there must be something
preservative in the soil.

How did you guess?

Cow Parsley.
I noticed it at Pig's funeral.

You often find it growing
in soil like this.

It's lucky he chose this place
to die.

His body might well
be preserved.

So you're thinking
of an exhumation?

I say, that's rather exciting!

I can't promise anything,
nothing's fixed.

And for Heaven's sake,
keep it under your hat.

Oh, rely on me.

I get bored at times!
That's why something like this

is such a... An exciting thing
to happen!

CAMPION: Large house.
How do you manage?

Young Royle comes in
from the village,
local builder's son.

Jack-of-all-trades.
When I have patients in,

I import a nurse
and housekeeper.

Would you care to come in
and have a drink?

Some other time.

Oh, yes! Yes, of course.
You're busy.

Thank you for your help.

Anything else,
just let me know.

Beautiful car!

And beautifully kept.

I'm afraid mine's
not in the same class.

KINGSTON: Afternoon, Royle.
ROYLE: Afternoon, Doctor.

Where are we going now?

Look, this may take some time,

and then I shall go
into the police station.

Why don't you take a stroll
back to Highwaters
and stay there.

I may need you.

And will that be days
in Bottle Street.

(HORN HONKING)

-Whippet.
-Campion.

It's you I've come to see.

Oh, I've been house hunting.
Rather taken with this
part of the world.

There's a little house
down the road. Empty.

I like empty houses,
don't you?

-May we get to the point?
-Of course.

-Uh, what is the point?
-Hayhoe?

Oh, yeah. Poor chap.
I spoke to him
a couple of times.

Hmm, not a frightfully
nice fellow. Tried to
touch me for a few quid.

What did you
talk to him about?

Um, natural history.
You know, flora and fauna.

-And moles.
-(LAUGHING)

Yes, as a matter
of fact we did.

Whippet, I think it's time
we had our little chat.

You were right, it's poison.
Chloral hydrate.

Lucky he was only in the
water a short time or we
couldn't have traced it.

He must have been dead already
when yon stone urn
crashed down on his head.

Either that or
heavily drugged.

In which case he'd appear
to be in a deep natural sleep.

Pepper.

-Pepper.
-Yes, sir?

Oh, there you are.
Have you seen Lugg?

-He's gone, sir.
-Gone?

Well, he went as soon as
he got your message.

What message?

Someone phoned him on your
behalf and Mr Lugg packed
his case and went at once.

-Went where?
-I don't know.

Well, you must know.

-He took the field path.
-Oh, my God.

-Is Sir Leo here?
-No, sir. Nor Ms Janet.

Get me Dr Kingston's
telephone number.

Yes, sir.

-Hello?
-In here.

Ah, I'm sorry I've
been a while. Car trouble.

I'm so glad you called me.

You know the area?

Yes. Poor old Lugg.

If anything's happened to him,
I'll never forgive myself.

I know I'm maybe
barking up the wrong tree,

but I'm still uneasy about
that chap Whippet.

I can't see Whippet
murdering anyone.

No, I know how you feel,
old school friend and so on,

but I've been keeping an eye
on him ever since I heard
about his visits to Hayhoe...

-Oh, my God. I wonder...
-What?

There's this empty house
that he's been showing
an interest in.

-You don't think that...
-Well, it's possible.

Yes, he could have killed
Hayhoe there too and then
moved his body to the field.

Can you take me there?

Yes, we'd better use your car.
It'll be quicker.

I'll just get my bag.

-Where is this place?
-It's down the hill.

First left,
and then on about a mile.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(EXHALES)

Pray God we're not too late.

Now just hang on a tick,
old chap. Have some brandy.

No, there's no time to waste.

But you're in no state to
help Lugg or anyone else.

Take a good swig,
it'll steady you.
It's doctor's orders.

(BREATHES DEEPLY) All right.
I do feel a bit shaky.

It's hardly surprising.
Lack of sleep, I dare say,
and now this shock.

Thanks.

-Down the hill, you say?
-Yes.

-(TYRES SCREECHING)
-Steady up.

-You all right?
-I don't feel too...

Kingston,
would you mind driving?

Oh, with pleasure.

I'll go around,
you slide over.

I can't understand it.
I feel so terribly...

-Tired?
-(EXHALES)

I can't seem to keep
my eyes open.

Then close them, old chap.

Beautiful car.

-Goes like a bird.
-We must find Lugg.

We will. Don't worry.

There's the house now.

Very secluded. No one
would know if he's there.

Sleep sound, Mr Campion.

(ENGINE RUNNING)

(GRUNTING)

Carbon monoxide.
Such an easy death.

(LAUGHS)
That's why people
choose it so often.

Now, I'll leave the
engine running and go.

Suicide of
a brilliant criminologist.

Really not quite
brilliant enough.

I was too clever for him.
(LAUGHS)

Too damned clever.

-By half.
-(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING) How did you...

Sorry,
I should have mentioned,
brandy gives me nightmares.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(EXHALES)

Thank God.
Thought you were a goner.

I'm not all that hot
on artificial respiration.

(GROANS)
Kingston. Where is he?

Had to let him go.
Couldn't cope with
the two of you.

Lugg. We must find him
before it's too late.

-Locked!
-Conservatory.

(SOFT THUD)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

You don't get 'round me
with a bunch of grapes.

How many more times
do I have to say it?

You could've warned me,
couldn't you?

Told me he was leadin'
me up the garden with your

"come and hold
me hand" routine.

I thought he'd go for me.
That's why I briefed Whippet.

It never entered my head.

Oh, yeah.
That's you all over.
Not a thought for me.

And what are my London friends
gonna make of this, eh?

I've got my reputation
to think of, you know?

You could always
tell them the truth.

Oh, yeah. Tell 'em the local
maniac needed a red-headed
bloke to be dug up

in the absence of a corpse.

Who'll believe that?

How did he organise
it all on his own?

I mean, the bricks and
the coffin and everything.

He wasn't on his own.
He had Pig Peters to help him.

JANET: Of course.

And the fellow
who worked for him.
The builder's son.

Young Royle.

I tumbled to that as soon
as Kingston mentioned him.

In the country,
the builder quite often
helps out with burials.

I remembered seeing
Young Royle at the funeral.

He was the one who
stole the body, of course.

I always thought that
lad had strange eyes.

I'm still a bit confused
about the brothers.

-How many were there?
-ALL: None.

Just one inimitable Pig
as I suspected all along.

Had there been a brother,
he too would have been
at Botolph's Abbey.

Pigs major and minor?
Unthinkable.

But why go to all that trouble
pretending he died in May?

Well, the insurance, £20,000.

Pig needed a doctor in order
to carry out the swindle.

He approached Kingston,
who was more than a little
dissatisfied with his life.

Tie up your medical chap
and let Mutual Ordered
Life Endowment

settle his
financial problems.

Well,
why didn't the plan work?

Pig being Pig tried to avoid
paying Kingston his share.

Kingston wasn't having any.
By then he was obsessed
by the thought of the money.

So he contrived the
accident with the urn.

And where did Hayhoe
come into it?

He became
suspicious of Kingston.
Tried to blackmail him.

So then he committed
a second murder.

And damn nearly a third.

Yes, you'd have looked
pretty green if it hadn't
been for Gilbert.

Oh, I didn't do that much.

Well, Campion phoned me
after Kingston had agreed
to pick him up here.

-I just followed the car.
-But you did save his life.

Mr Whippet,
forgive my asking.

But how do you fit into this
extraordinary business?

Well, a bit complicated...

His little hands are sore
and his snout bleedeth.

Gilbert is the son of
Q. Whippet,

managing director of
Mutual Ordered Life Endowment.
Otherwise known as...

-M.O.L.E.
-M.O.L.E.

When father became
uneasy about the claim,
I remembered Campion.

I thought the letters
might intrigue him.

I prefer writing to action,
you know.

You were always
a lazy beast, Whippet.

He can move when he wants to.

One thing still puzzles me.

How could Kingston
have killed Harris,
that is, Peters,

if he was playing poker
with me at the time
the urn was pushed?

Ah, that came to me
when I was drinking
one of Poppy's highballs.

Kingston told me he met Harris
alias Pig, on the stairs
shortly before the murder.

In fact, he went to Pig's room
and offered him something
for his hangover.

Something laced
with chloral hydrate.

Pig didn't realise how far
he'd goaded Kingston,

and he took the dose
without suspecting anything.

Then Kingston suggested that
he slept it off on the lawn.

Why bother with
the flower pot?

Why not just
leave him there to die?

An added precaution.

After all, if Pig met
with an accident, no one
would suspect poison.

You see, he had a brainwave.

He remembered
Poppy's ice cubes.

He came out here,
having ascertained
where Pig was sitting,

took the urn out
of its socket,

and blocked it into position
with two pieces of ice.

-Then he went downstairs.
-And joined our game of poker.

All he had to
do then was wait.

Until the ice melted
and the urn fell.

How ghastly.

I'm so grateful, Campion.
I knew you'd bring it home.

-I'll see you very soon.
-Goodbye.

You have been so clever.

Sorry about the
misunderstanding.

Goodbye, Mr Campion.
Thank you very much.

Best of luck.

Albert, thank you.

-What for?
-You were right, of course.

What I felt for you was just
a silly schoolgirl crush.

But I've grown up now.
Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Looks like it's
happy endings for everyone.

Yes.

That bloke Whippet.
Comes down with
Ms Effie Rowlandson,

goes off with
Ms Janet Pursuivant

and without lifting a finger.

You have to hand it to him.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Lugg, would you like
to walk home?

(SNORTING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)