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Thanks.

Ten, 20, 30, 40, 50.

- Sir, you are a true gentleman. - Thank you.

Hey! Champagne tonight, my children.

We'll sip from Suzy's diamond-studded slippers.

I haven't got any diamond-studded slippers.

Exactly. We'll go and buy some immediately.

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to spoil the celebrations.

Could I have a look at those notes?

What? Seems pretty tough out there.

I mean, you can have a quick squint at my credit cards,

if it won't excite you too much.

Police. Won't take a second. Ta.

It's a dud.

- That's another one. - To think I called you a gentleman.

That's nothing to do with me, mate.

We'll have a little chat about that, won't we, Eddy?

In the meantime, could you do your bit for Jersey tourism

and replace that gentleman's duds with genuine tenners?

Yeah, and who's gonna cover my losses?

Is this a special service for visitors,

or has everyone on Jersey got their own personal policeman?

We try and spread a little happiness, you know, wherever we can.

Good for you. Very much appreciated. Thanks again.

Shouldn't we perhaps stop while we're winning?

What an extraordinary attitude!

Don't you want Suzy's diamonds to be the most beautiful, the most dazzling...

Sorry, squire.

Why the hell don't you look where you're going?

Sorry?

Well, just a minute, buddy, just a minute!

- Tony... - No, it's all right.

I just don't want there to be any misunderstanding.

I want to make sure our friend here understands

that my second sorry didn't mean "sorry",

it was just amazement that anyone could respond to a sincere apology

in such an unpleasant and charmless fashion.

- Take your hands off my coat. - Leave it, Tony.

Own the whole island, or just this particular square mile of it?

- I won't tell you again. - Tony...

No, it's all right. It's all right, my darling. It's all right.

We'll be off just as soon as this gentleman

has graciously accepted my gracious apology.

Why don't you take your friend's advice and take your hands off my coat?

There you are, Nicky. I've been looking for you every...

- Tony? - My God.

- I don't believe it. - Tony!

This is fantastic! Dear!

Well, I didn't think you even knew each other.

Isn't this lovely?

Big, you know. Big beer gut.

Ginger hair. Covered in jewellery.

Manchester. He comes from Manchester.

Look, I've got an ear for these things.

- I see. - Born loser.

I must have had 400 quid off him over the last week.

- And all in tenners, right? - That's right.

All right, why don't we check the hotels?

Tony hasn't lost his touch.

He's marvellous, isn't he? He's so kind.

Well, he has been to me. I mean, this is my first job.

- Nobody would ever think so. - And he's so supportive.

- You and he sing together? - No, I'd wouldn't dream of...

I'm sure nobody could take your place, Mrs Wolfe.

Sorry, Miss Gray. I'm not really sure what to call you.

Try Dawn, sweetie.

Suzy's a solo artist. She has a lovely voice. Very pure.

Amazing how women fall all over these show business types.

Well, they have a certain charm, I suppose.

Always struck me as an overrated quality.

- There's nothing wrong, is there, Nick? - No, no, no, not really.

Dawn's been a bit fidgety lately, but that's only to be expected.

Women never know what they want.

Excuse me, old chap.

Lining up your next conquest?

Believe it or not, I was wondering if your kids were here.

They're not kids any more, darling. Sarah's already at university,

and Simon's bumming around Europe somewhere with his mates.

Do you miss them?

Even more than I thought I would.

You have a very fine house here, sir.

What? Sorry?

- Just saying, you have a lovely house. - Yes, thank you.

Mind you, I must be honest, if you wanted to meet your biggest fan,

you should have met poor Edna, my late wife.

She adored everything the two of you ever did, adored it!

I remember there was one record of yours always used to make her cry.

Most of our records did that, particularly the cheerful ones.

No, no, but hang on, wait a minute, wait a minute,

'cause it's right on the tip of me tongue.

♪ I remember yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday ♪

That's the one!

Very good, Dawn, but don't forget the other guests, will you?

Yes, all right, Nicholas. But I haven't seen Tony in 20 years.

So, what are you up to nowadays, then?

I can't believe you ever found yourself another partner

as good as young Dawn here.

I had more sense than to try, Charlie. No, I've been going solo.

I go abroad. I've just done six months in Australia.

Marvellous! Now you are topping the bill at the Opera House?

I tell you what, Dawn! We ought to go and see him.

- Yes, we must. - No, no, you don't want to do...

In fact, we ought to get a whole party together.

Charlie, that's a marvellous idea. Nick?

Whatever you say.

Listen, everybody. We're getting a party together.

You're all invited to see Tony's show at the Opera House.

Actually, we're not at the Opera House.

For our sins, we're playing one of your local clubs.

- Well, that doesn't matter. - What club is that, Tony?

- It's the Golden Peacock. - The Golden Peacock?

I think I've heard of it. Yeah, it might be fun.

Look, you've got better things to do than to see me.

Nonsense! Nonsense!

The cream of Jersey society coming to see the show.

Might even get them to put up my fee.

Yes, all right, all right.

Coming, coming.

You see? I told you.

Yes? Told her what?

He said you'd still be in bed, I said you wouldn't.

Well, then you win, my lovely.

After a rich and nourishing breakfast, I'm on my way to the bathroom.

Good! Well, come and have a swim instead.

Yeah, all right, sounds good.

Look, don't wait for me. I'll join you there.

No, it's all right, we can just wait here.

Tony, all right. We'll see you there.

Az, Az, you couldn't spare half an hour before the show, could you,

just to run over the numbers?

Tony, I've been asking and asking if you could practise.

Well, there you are! Everything comes to him who waits?

See you, all right?

- Jim! - Danielle? Danielle!

- Jim... - What? What?

- We must talk. - We will, we will.

I look forward to it in about, three-quarters of an hour's time?

Jim...

You called him what?

An arrogant, old-fashioned, mercenary snob.

I can just see Albert's face.

Well, he'd called you a penniless provincial policeman

without anything to look forward to but your pension.

- To be fair, that's quite accurate. - Maybe.

Listen, Dani, I'll take you any way I can have you, okay?

I couldn't care less about your father or his chateau

or the family business going back 250 generations, okay?

Neither could I.

But I don't think we'll get off to a very good start

if I'm, you know, loaded down with guilt

about all the things you have to give up for me.

- I'm not going to apologise. - I'm not saying apologise.

I'm say... Look, I'm going to have to go. I'm sorry.

- We'll talk about it over lunch, okay? - Must you go?

Yeah.

Perhaps he's taken early retirement.

Have you got a problem?

Yes, I blooming well have got a problem. These.

I mean, this is a serious business, you know, Jim.

I know it is, Charlie.

Goodness knows what'd happen to the tourist trade if word got out.

- We're working on it. - But look...

I daresay, if you ask her nicely, Danielle will make you a cup of coffee.

- Danielle? - Good morning, Charlie.

00.

Mr Harris, where did you get these from?

How the hell do I know? I always carry cash around with me.

Can't stand these poncey credit cards.

But I don't know where every piddling little note comes from.

There's a lot of fifties here. Do you remember changing any of them?

- At the hotel, for instance? - No. No.

What about the clubs?

Yeah, we go to clubs every night. Could be.

Well, it sounds as if he did go over the top a bit,

but you've got to look at it from his point of view.

Charlie, I tried.

He's not getting any younger, and what worries him is the future,

what's going to happen after he's gone. And the only future he's got is you.

Charlie, the only future I've got is me.

I know that.

And deep down, your father knows that, too.

And I'm sure the only thing that concerns him is your happiness.

- So, what must I do? - What you must do...

What you must do, my girl, is to go back and see Albert

and explain quietly, without anybody raising their voices,

just where your happiness lies.

- If he'll listen. - He'll listen.

If you go about it right.

♪ And all the songs we never, ever sung

♪ And I remember yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday

♪ Yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday ♪

No, matey, come on! You're definitely holding it too long!

Tony, would you like to look at the score?

No, Aziz, I do not want to look at the score.

I don't need to look at the score.

I have been singing this song for 20...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Let's leave it, shall we? Thanks very much.

- What about Smoke Gets in Your... - Forget it.

It's a daft idea, anyway. I can do this stuff in my sleep.

- Is everything all right, Tony? - Couldn't be better, lovey.

Where's the... Where's the chocolate?

Howard, just the man I'm looking for.

- Get the door for us, will you, Tony? - Sure.

Is it, Is it important? I'm a bit busy at the moment.

Well, it's just a bit of a problem with my dressing room.

I mean, I say dressing room.

And the interesting bruises covering my body

aren't the result of an active love life,

so much as trying to dress and make up

in the vertical equivalent of an iron lung.

Bit small, is it? Well, you never said anything before.

Yes, well...

No, the thing is I've got some friends coming in tonight.

It's rather a lot of friends and, yeah, it's a bit embarrassing

if they have to queue outside the door

like they're waiting to use the lavatory.

I'm sorry, Tony, but what can I do?

The girls have got the big dressing room.

- They do enough whinging as it is. - Well, you've got other rooms.

Teddy Minto's got an enormous room.

Yes, but Teddy's a star, isn't he, Tony?

A star?

Well, Joe Public says he's a star, so he's a star, okay?

End of story. Sorry.

Well, thanks very much, Howard. Sorry to have troubled you.

I mean, I realise I'm only the poor sod who sweats it out night after night

in front of a bunch of morons too pissed to know the difference

between Send in the Clowns and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,

while important people like you sit on their behinds...

Tony, let me fill you in about one or two little things.

I asked Vince if I could have Teddy Minto for a season, right?

And in the natural way of things, I said if I could have Teddy,

he could make up the rest of the package.

And so Vince made up the rest of the package

the way these things are normally made up.

Partly of hopeful young maybes,

and partly of tired-out, clapped-out, old has-beens.

Now, three guesses which part of the package you fit into.

So if I were you, I'd stop whining on about my dressing room

and start counting my blessings.

- Quarter past. - Is it? Dear.

I could do without this, to tell you the truth.

Look, you're right. Why don't we forget the whole thing?

- What? - Well, if you don't feel up to it,

why don't we spend a nice, quiet evening at home?

Nicky, we can't let Tony down.

- Hello. I'm being the postman. - Thanks, lovey.

- How are you feeling? - I'm all right. I'm always all right.

- No, I'm a bit nervous, that's all. - No, not that.

I'll give you another massage.

- Would you? - Here.

Ooh.

You are tense.

You're a good girl, Suzy.

Ooh!

And don't worry about Dawn. She'll love you.

- So you think I ought to go? - Yes. Yes, I do.

And what if, how do you say, I blow it?

Well, it's better than never speaking to him again.

I'd like to come with you.

No. No, I must do it myself.

- When is the next plane? - Well, it's not for three hours.

Well, we'd better find something to take your mind off it, then.

- Dinner somewhere? - Somewhere cheerful and noisy.

You knew, didn't you? You knew what sort of place it was!

No, I didn't!

I mean, I never...

- I'm sorry, can you manage a 20? - I reckon.

Got to be careful about these.

And my lady companion would like some chocolate. Got any of that?

- No, sorry, mate, no call for it. - No call? Thank you.

No chocolate. He says there's no call for it.

Poor man. You have to put up with a lot of this?

Yes, hard life, isn't it?

- Any luck? - No.

No, I just wanted to check this place out.

- Ben says there is a funny smell here. - Is there?

Yes, but there's not much I can do about it.

What is it?

Well, now then, ladies and gentlemen, what about those girls?

Lovely, weren't they?

Lovely girls with rosy futures in front of them.

And even rosier... Watch it! Watch it!

I went out with one of them other night.

After a while she said, "Here, aren't the stars beautiful tonight?"

I said, "Sorry, darling, I'm in no position to say!"

Watch it! Watch it!

Ladies and gentlemen, and now my old friend, Tony Hubbard!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Good evening, good evening.

♪ They asked me how I knew

♪ My true love was true ♪

Take an ambulance! Next!

Got choked up by Bobby's moving introduction.

- Get him off! - Okay. Just a second.

♪ They asked me how I knew

♪ My true love was true

♪ I of course replied Something... ♪

He really ought to ease up on the booze.

It's not the drink. He's nervous. His old partner's out front tonight.

You what?

Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies... Excuse me, Tony, mate.

Won't be a minute.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been told some very exciting news.

As you all know, our handsome friend here

was once half of a very popular duo,

one of the most famous double acts of the early '60s, Hubbard and Gray.

- You remember them, don't you? - Yes.

Yes, of course you do. Well, the exciting news is

that the other half of that duo is here in our audience tonight!

Yes, the very talented, the very lovely Miss Dawn Gray.

Cecil, show us your little spotlight.

Get off!

Come on, Dawnie, stand up. Let's have a look at you. Don't be shy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Dawn Gray!

Bravo! Bravo!

Dawnie, Dawnie? Any chance of giving us a number from the old days?

Come on, don't be proud! We'd all love it, wouldn't we?

Of course we would! Let's hear it for Dawnie!

So, what's it going to be then, Dawnie?

Wait a minute, wait a minute! Let's ask the good people out there.

Any requests, good people?

- I Remember Yesterday. - Do you, sir?

From the look of you, I'm surprised you can remember half an hour ago.

No, only joking, only joking.

Here, you had a big hit with that in the '60s, right, Dawnie?

- Number 1, five weeks. - Five weeks? Amazing.

Ladies and gentlemen, Dawn Gray and Tony Hubbard

with their big hit from the early '60s, I Remember Yesterday!

♪ I remember friends I made

♪ And I remember the games I played

♪ And I remember summer nights

♪ And I remember all those fairy lights

♪ And I remember fields of snow

♪ And sad songs on the radio

♪ And the waves that drift across the sands

♪ And I remember yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday

♪ Yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday ♪

You sure this other one's the filth as well?

Dead sure.

Yeah, well, we might have to lay off for a week or two.

I mean, he can't actually know anything, can he?

Look, maybe you'd better move the stuff out of your office.

Yeah, maybe that's just what they're waiting for.

♪ Our own very special place

♪ Your fingertips across my face

♪ The jokes no one else could guess

♪ The gentleness of a sweet caress

♪ And how we both sat down and cried

♪ The day something beautiful died

♪ And I remember hopes betrayed

♪ And all the promises I made

♪ And all the things we didn't do

♪ And all the dreams that won't come true

♪ And all the dreams that turned to ice

♪ We turned our backs and paid the price

♪ And all the songs we never, ever sung

♪ And I remember yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday

♪ Yesterday

♪ Like it was only yesterday

♪ And I remember being young ♪

Bravo! Bravo!

You should go back to it, you know, Dawn.

I mean, you really should, shouldn't she?

- You can't go back, Charlie. - No, I know, but just a...

What do you call it? A special comeback tour

for the two of you. Don't you agree, Tony?

Well, it's the best-kept secret of the century,

but I've never actually been away.

No, no. Well, of course not. I mean...

- What do you think, Nick? - It's up to Dawn, of course.

If she wants to resume her career, I wouldn't dream of standing in her way.

- I don't want to resume my career. - Are you sure?

I can't remember the last time I saw your eyes sparkling so much.

- Don't be silly... - There's no question of her coming back!

This has been a lovely time tonight, not a dry eye in the house.

But you can't turn the clock back.

- Well. That's that, then, isn't it? - What?

Well, if Tony says you can't go back, there's no more to be said.

What's that supposed to mean?

Or does the thought that somebody else might occasionally

have a little influence on people bring you out in a rash?

- Tony. - You don't actually own the woman,

you didn't actually buy her.

Now, look, that really is quite enough.

You're making a mistake, Tony.

You really should get back together with Dawn.

She might be able to help you find a little success.

I mean, not a lot, but just enough to stop you being eaten up with envy

of people that have made something of their lives.

I wouldn't have your money as a gift, matey.

We all know where that came from.

- Now. Listen, please. - Nick!

- Come on, that's enough. - Take your hands off me.

I'm a police officer and I'm asking you to stop now, please.

Now, I don't know what this is about and I don't want to know.

But everyone else here is trying to enjoy themselves, okay?

If I've embarrassed my guests, I apologise.

I won't embarrass them again.

Tony...

Nicholas! Nick!

Having a good time, Charlie?

Listen, the worst that can happen won't be the end of the world, okay?

But I don't want to hurt him. He's been good to me.

Yes, that's because he cares for you.

And in the end, he'll want what you want, all right?

Maybe.

Au revoir.

European Airways departure to Paris.

Call for JY 615 to Paris, closing now, gate 13.

JY 615 to Paris, closing now, gate 13.

- Good night. - Good night, Suzy.

- Tony? - Hello, lovey.

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter, I'm on top of the world.

It was wonderful tonight.

- They loved you. - No, they loved Dawn.

They loved both of you.

You're right, they loved us. They loved us.

I'm nothing without Dawn.

- Tony, that's... - What's really important

is the realisation that I never was anything without Dawn.

Tony, don't be so silly.

You're a wonderful singer, with Dawn or without her.

- Really? - Yes.

Really.

You're a good girl, Suzy. Give us a kiss, then.

- Tony, don't. Stop it. - I don't know what you mean.

Tony! Stop it, please.

- I thought you liked me. - Not like that.

Why, what's wrong with me?

Nothing. But you're old.

What... What do you mean, old?

I'm not old.

- Suzy, please. Please! - Tony!

Don't touch me!

Please don't be like this.

- You're like... - Like what?

You're like some terrible, dirty old man.

God.

I'm sorry. Suzy, please.

- Please. Suzy, please. - All right!

Please. Please! Listen, please!

- No, no, just... - Did you hear me? I'm so...

Suzy!

Susan! Susan!

Susan, wait!

Cheap bastards!

- What the bloody hell are you doing? - Howard.

Sorry, mate, I thought you'd gone home.

- You must take it out of my salary. - Get out.

- No... - Go on, get out!

You stupid...

I nearly killed you.

That's true, you had a good stab at it. But I'm sorry to tell you, matey,

- you cocked it up. - What?

Look, look...

You back up a bit, I'll lie down,

and this time you should make a better job of it, yeah?

Come on, Tony. Get in.

48,

August the 29th.

You what?

Lest we forget, 11:48, August the 29th.

The exact moment at which I became a dirty old man.

Come on. She didn't mean that.

Yeah, well, you weren't there, matey.

You know, you go through life chatting women up,

smiling at them, making them laugh,

and I don't know, they just somehow drop into your lap.

And then one day,

you do the same things, you say the same things,

and you're a dirty old man.

From one moment to the next.

Well, maybe, you know, you tried to move in too fast.

Women don't like that much.

I thought I was supposed to be the expert.

Listen, what I know about women, it's about that much,

I've learned from painful experience.

That's what went wrong between me and Dawn, the women.

There was something between you, then, was there?

Something? We were crazy about each other.

- We were even gonna get married. - What happened?

The women, the women, always so available.

I tried to stop. I tried.

Dawn stuck it out as long as she could,

and one day she upped and headed for the hills.

And even then you couldn't stop?

I suppose it wasn't only the women.

Dawn was pretty desperate for kids by this time

and that wasn't on my agenda.

It is now, of course.

Well, it's not too late.

You could start by cutting that out, couldn't you?

What?

- Why don't you jack that in? - Why should I?

Because for you, that is poison.

- What do you know about it? - Quite a little bit.

I haven't had a drink for, nine years.

I'm not an alcoholic.

Good. Then you'll have no trouble giving it up, will you?

Sod off!

How, um... How did you go about giving it up?

Usual way. Little help from your friends.

Look, if, um...

during the next three nights or so,

if you feel you can't take it and want a drink,

you give me a call.

At work, in the middle of the night, doesn't matter. I don't mind.

- There you go. - Now, why would you want to do that?

Because other people did it for me.

And what have you got left to lose?

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

All right, anything for a laugh. How do we start?

A ritual emptying down the loo?

I'll take that with me, if you're serious.

You got any more in the flat?

I had to nick that one off Howard, he wasn't best pleased.

Did you know he keeps a safe full of chocolate?

- Does what? - Now there's an unhealthy obsession.

Yeah.

Well, I'll leave you to it. Try and get some sleep?

- Danielle. - Hi, Jim. It's Willy.

Willy. What?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be right over.

Between midnight and 3:00. Best I can do for the moment.

Well, I was with him until after 1:00.

- Were you, now? - Yeah.

Are you certain it was murder?

Was he feeling suicidal when you left him?

The wound's consistent with suicide but there's no weapon.

I'm told he was a singer, not a magician.

And I hardly think that this was the result of pre-suicidal frenzy.

- Willy. - Hi, Jim.

- Who found him? - Cleaning woman, about an hour ago.

She's in a right state.

It's obvious how they got in, though. Broke the glass, turned the key.

And what was he doing while they climbed in?

Making them a sandwich?

Well, there is one thing I found out for sure.

He wasn't the only one from the Golden Peacock in these flats.

I was with Tony last night.

You don't have anything to blame yourself for.

No?

I'm supposed to be an adult, modern woman,

quite capable of handling it if a perfectly nice man

has too much to drink and makes a silly pass.

Not start going into hysterics and start calling him...

He was a really nice man, you know.

- He was really sweet. - Yes, I know he was.

- If... If I could just... - Miss Burchet? Listen.

The important thing now is to find out who killed him, yes?

Now, you didn't hear anything last night?

Hear anything or see anything?

No. No, nothing at all.

Jim, report on the bullet.

Smith & Wesson .38 with a list of registered owners.

And there's one interesting name.

Mr Howard Winfold. Well, well.

Wait a minute...

Would you mind repeating that?

- He was... - Chocolate!

Don't be daft,

why should I want to shoot some drunken old has-been?

Well, just show us the gun

and we can establish that one way or the other, can't we?

All right.

Um...

- I'm not quite sure where it is. - That's hard to believe, Mr Winfold.

- You seemed to think it was in the safe. - Well, I...

Yeah. Well, all right.

- It's not here. - Really?

Well, must have left it at home.

Bit casual, isn't it? With a lethal weapon?

Would you mind opening it again, Mr Winfold?

- Just to make sure. - I am sure.

Satisfied?

Fond of chocolate, are we?

- Don't mind, do you? - Yes, I do mind.

Ben!

Well, it may not be dark, but it's certainly rich and satisfying.

- Well, he must have taken it himself. - Why?

- To top himself! - But he didn't, did he?

There was no gun found in his flat.

I'll tell you the explanation I like better.

Tony saw the chocolate in the safe. Now, you knew he was a boozer,

you knew he might go shooting his mouth off to all and sundry,

you couldn't risk that.

But you couldn't shut his mouth at the club and be landed with a body,

so you went round to his flat, you shot him,

and you turned the place upside-down to make it look like a robbery.

No!

Look, you've got the duds. I'm not denying it. I can't deny it.

But I never went near that flat and I never killed anybody.

Danielle?

How was it?

How do you feel about spending the rest of your life

with a woman who has been cut off without a penny

and cast out into the darkness forever?

Fine. That's absolutely fine.

That is okay.

- Dear, what a shame. - Sorry?

I don't know where we're going to find you a woman like that at your age.

What do you mean?

It was okay? Hey!

After the longest 24 hours of my life, back and forth, back and forth,

nobody knowing who was bluffing and who was telling the truth.

But it's okay.

That is wonderful.

Where should we go to celebrate?

Jim, I'm exhausted, actually, I don't think I could go anywhere.

I hate telephones!

It was much better when people had to do everything by letter.

Yeah, that's brilliant. Letter. The blue envelope.

It wasn't... Bergerac. You're a genius.

- Naturally. - Yes? Yes, Willy.

She said she saw what?

Why were you leaving Tony Hubbard's block of flats

at 2:00 yesterday morning?

And tying himself in knots making sure no one saw him.

I went to see Tony but he wouldn't come to the door.

According to Miss Burchet, you visited her last night.

- Have you been harassing her? - Hey.

Mr Khalil, no one is harassing anyone.

Well?

We were talking, that's all.

Suzy was upset and Tony had attacked her.

So you went round to his flat to have it out with him, yeah?

No, I'd already dealt with Tony. Suzy was my only concern.

All right.

Is there anything else you want to tell me?

- Anything at all? - No.

- Only the car. - What car?

Well, it turned into the flats as I was coming out,

nearly ran me over.

Did you get the registration number, Mr Khalil?

Tell me what you were doing

at Tony Hubbard's flat yesterday morning.

- Is that where I was? - That's where your car was.

- At 2 a.m. You deny being there? - No.

- You did visit the flat? - I'm not denying anything.

- You deny killing him? - I'm not denying anything, Sergeant.

Of course, I deny killing him... deliberately.

It was an accident.

I thought he was threatening my marriage,

trying to take Dawn back into show business

and away from me.

I offered him more money than he earned in a year

to go away and leave us alone.

- What did he say to that? - He was drunk.

Instead of accepting my offer, he became abusive.

I mean, you saw him in the club.

He produced a gun from a drawer, started waving it around,

I thought it safer to take it away from him.

Unfortunately, it went off. And that's it.

Mr Wolfe, I don't believe that Tony Hubbard was drunk.

And you haven't explained about the letter.

What letter?

Whoever murdered Tony Hubbard

turned the place upside-down looking for something.

I believe that something was a letter giving Tony Hubbard

unpleasant details about your business activities.

Sergeant, I have no deep, dark secrets

and nothing that anyone would be writing to a man like Hubbard about.

Then the gun will have Tony Hubbard's fingerprints all over it, won't it?

- I threw it in the sea. - You'd better come and show me where.

No, Sergeant.

- Did you really think I did it? - But what could I think?

He calls you at 2:00 in the morning, you go tearing out of the house

and come back an hour later fighting down hysterics.

- What was I supposed to think? - Tony rang you?

He was in a terrible state, going on and on about

how it's no good trying to get on top of life

because it's always got one more dirty trick up its sleeve

to bash you down again.

I thought he was drunk. I hung up on him.

I hung up on him.

Then I got worried and I drove over there as fast as I could.

I was... I was too late.

He did kill himself?

I took the gun and made it look like someone had been going over the flat.

I... I couldn't bear the thought of the world remembering him

as one more pathetic has-been who couldn't face up to his failure.

Better at least if he looked like a robbery victim.

- I'm sorry, Mrs Wolfe. - What do you mean?

I can't buy your motives for covering up his suicide.

I was with Tony. I think I talked him out of it.

But that was before he read this.

It wasn't only Tony I was trying to protect.

"My dear Tony, I don't suppose you'll remember me.

"Wonderful week when your show came to Manchester.

"I found out I was pregnant. Already engaged to...

"I wouldn't have said anything, even now, imagine how I felt.

"I realised you were in the same company with her.

"Don't say anything to Suzy.

"Only right you should know you have a wonderful daughter."

He made a pass at his own daughter

and she called him a dirty old mean, yeah?

Can you imagine what the slime press would have made of that?

I know I shouldn't.

I know it's serious tampering with evidence but I...

Mrs Wolfe, a suicide is not a crime.

You might have wasted police time

but I can't imagine you're in any real trouble.

Now, we're gonna have to make people believe

Tony really was just another old, pathetic has-been, yeah?

- But the letter... - What letter?

♪ And I remember hopes betrayed

♪ And all the promises I made

♪ And all the things we didn't do

♪ And all the dreams that won't come true

♪ And all the dreams that turn to ice

♪ We turned our backs and paid the price

♪ And all the songs we never, ever sung

♪ And I remember yesterday ♪