Original subtitles

Well, Great Slaughter definitely has a case

- of the hippy hippy shakes. - Reggie, Reggie!

Four lovely lads tipped by "Wild Beat" magazine

as the next big thing are playing a string of local gigs,

starting in the old Town Hall tonight.

Here they are, The Queenmakers with their new single,

"Out of Sight."

♪ Out of sight ♪

♪ She's so sunny, I'm not wearing shades ♪

♪ She's so bright ♪

So, is it true you all hail from Manchester?

That's right, Tony, he's our creative force,

he writes, he plays bass, the fans call him the moody one.

Yeah, well, that's 'cause I've not met you all.

And there's Pete, now, he may be the baby of the group,

but he plays lead guitar like an old soul.

Sunny.

The best rock and roll drummer in the country.

He, well, he lets his drums do the talking.

And then of course there's our rhythm guitarist

and lead singer, Reggie.

Oh, yes, where is our fan favourite?

Sorry to interrupt, DI Gillespie.

Oh, no problem, I hope?

Your officers have everything under control?

Of course, now this one managed to twist my arm

to get backstage.

All in a good cause, I assure you, how exciting.

Um, the sisters wondered if we could impose on you

for an autograph?

So we might auction your album at the next fundraiser.

Of course, Sister, yes.

She's a rocker at heart.

I'll have you know,

I was actually quite the jiver back in the day.

Now that I'd like to see.

- There you are. - Thank you.

And now it appears we are one corner short of a square.

Ah, yeah, well, Reggie's just giving one of the fans

a guided tour of the changing room.

Mm-hm.

I'd like one of those myself.

♪ Out of, out of, out of sight ♪

Oh, sir, I'm not, I just didn't think I'd see anyone.

You look lovely, Peggy, very um, pink.

Thank you, Reggie, the triangle is squared.

I've got to say, I didn't know the press round here

was so impressive.

Careful, flattery will get you headlines.

What about a personal interview then?

Maybe I could help put the story to bed.

Seriously, Alan,

what have you done to these shirts?

I thought someone had left a pin in mine earlier.

Not me, anyway, you look sizzling.

Now time to give those fans what they want, huh?

Ooh, just listen to them out there,

this will be a show to die for.

♪ Ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ♪

How we doing?

Are you alright?

Where's Reggie?

Oh, he's probably thinking of some grand entrance

as per usual, come on, let's get on with it, let's go.

- Ready? - Yeah.

One, two, three, four.

♪ Out of, out of, out of sight ♪

Sorry, folks, it seems, ah...

It seems Reggie really is out of sight.

We're gonna go and grab him and we'll be right back.

Don't go anywhere.

Oh, what-what the hell is going on?

Wait, ask Reggie, he never come on flipping stage.

Is there a problem?

We seem to have mislaid a lead singer.

Well, we need to find him now.

Well, don't panic, he can't have gone far.

Why don't you two try the back, Mr. Pritchard with me.

You come with me, sir, we'll try the gents.

He's dead.

This is absurd, he can't be.

This cannot be happening.

Excuse me, sir.

Fetch Sister Boniface.

Ah, ladies and,

ladies-

Ladies and gents, I'm so very sorry, um,

Reggie is ah, ah, unwell.

So I'm afraid this performance has been cancelled,

well, will be cancelled, thank you.

Was he on any medication?

Um, I don't know.

Anything recreational?

Certainly not.

Looks like a heart attack.

It's as if he was looking for something.

He unbuttoned his collar and...

He appears to have a nasty sting on the back of his neck.

Hymenoptera-induced anaphylaxis.

Was he by any chance allergic?

- Yeah. - Hm.

Yeah, bees and wasps and stuff,

I think that's what he said.

I'll follow up with his doctor.

And lads, if you can not speak to the press,

keep Reggie's death quiet,

until we can release an official statement tomorrow?

We'll talk then.

How did you find this out?

What do you mean?

Everyone's talking about it.

Where is the inspector, is he with the band?

What?

The band at the house they're renting.

No, he went out to the Town Hall.

Why?

It appears word's got out.

Oh, really, you think so?

Oh, sarcasm, I see.

Is there something you need, Sister,

because I have my hands pretty full?

Last night's reading,

Miss Christie's "A Death in the Clouds."

Madame Giselle appears to have been stung by a wasp,

until Poirot deduces that the murder weapon

is in fact a dart dipped in the venom

of the South African Boomslang snake.

Sorry, what are you saying?

Well, simply that I feel the scene

warrants a closer inspection.

Okay, but only because I want to see

the look on your face when you're proven wrong.

Right now I'm more concerned about who leaked this.

Well, it's leaked.

Local paper, it'll be in the nationals this evening.

What do we do now?

Well, for what it's worth, the record company says

the radio hasn't stopped playing us, since the news broke.

The police are here.

Hm.

Did Reggie have any enemies, any angry fans,

anything like that?

Reggie was loved.

Charismatic, cheeky, charming,

he was the quintessential bachelor.

Is she okay?

Fine.

There, there, love, we understand.

I just, I can't believe he's gone.

I know, love, I lost my son around the same age.

It's too young to die, it is,

but time heals in the end.

Ivy Adams, our housekeeper.

Wish it was under better circumstances.

WPC Button, maybe you should go outside

and get some fresh air?

How about within the band,

was there any artistic differences?

Not really, no.

Oh yeah, happy families.

Right, so the only person to have an argument

with Reggie recently was you.

Yeah, alright.

We had a barney yesterday morning,

but it was only about the set list.

I sometimes come off the drums and sing a number,

give the others a break, Reggie wanted it cut.

Fallings out, you know, who plays what,

it's not exactly unusual in our world.

No, exactly, so what's with all the questions?

Well, until the cause of death has been confirmed,

I'm duty bound to investigate every possibility.

You mentioned that he was with someone in the changing room?

Groupie, yeah, typical Reggie, I'm afraid.

I'll need a description of her

and I'd like to see his room.

Yes.

Sister.

Sister.

Sorry, hiked up the habit

for an impromptu fingertip search.

And are you impromptu fingertip searching

for anything specific?

A killer.

Is that a wasp?

Apis mellifera, a female worker honeybee.

- Oh? - Missing a stinger.

I'm afraid she's quite dead, the act of stinging is fatal.

Yes, I'd say she's our girl.

How'd you know it's a female?

Drones don't possess a stinger,

only the women have what it takes to protect the hive.

I hear you found a bee.

Well, I discovered something myself

- from Reggie's room, it's a- - Adrenaline kit.

Yes, I suspected as much,

issued to patients with extreme allergies.

Well, this is what Reggie was scrabbling around for

in the changing room, so I'm sorry, Sister,

but I am right and you are wrong for once.

Your bee was merely an accidental killer.

Go on, spit it out.

Observe, a swatch from inside Reggie's shirt,

just below the collar,

the yellow, powdery substance is pollen.

Note the blob of strange matter at its centre.

Duly.

Now, isn't she marvellous?

I've grown rather fond of her actually.

Anyway, there's a similar blob on her thorax

between the wings.

So?

So the blob on the shirt

and the blob on the bee are identical.

Glue, peculiar as it sounds,

our bee was literally stuck into the back of Reggie's shirt.

Someone who knew about Reggie's allergy

and was close enough to the band to gain access

snuck into the changing rooms prior to the show.

But with a live bee, how?

Well, bees can be quite docile, when warm and well fed.

A drop of say, sugar syrup

would've kept this little lady very happy.

So do you see? This means it was no accident.

This was cold-blooded-

Murder?

It looks that way, I'm afraid, sir.

What an almighty ballcock.

Well, there are already fans camped in vigil on the streets,

the whole place is starting to look like Lourdes.

We're working through who benefits from his death,

starting with the band.

There is also a mystery groupie,

that WPC Button and I are following up.

And you think she's up to it?

Why do you ask that?

She's just tried to give me a commemorative candle.

She's a fan, she's taking it pretty hard.

Hm, yes, well, it's all a bit of an experiment,

this, this WPC in Great Slaughter.

Just keep an eye, yes, hm?

No room for dead wood.

So you are a taxi driver, Tom,

as well as a window cleaner and a gardener?

He says, "Idle hands are the devil's workshop."

But you gave this woman a lift, do you remember her?

He reckons she was the only girl leaving the gig,

instead of going in.

That's great, I mean, you can take us to her address?

Yeah.

Okay, great.

Yeah, that's probably them.

No, no, of course I won't say anything.

Yes, yes, I know what will happen if-

But-

Oh, God.

Angie Yates?

Yeah.

The police, can we come in?

We used to date, now there's sense of view,

know what I mean?

Right, well, let's just say you wouldn't exactly

call it formal courting.

I knew he was playing here,

so I got a room

and I went over to arrange to, you know,

to hook up after the gig, just for the night,

but he never showed.

What happened?

Miss Yates, that is what we are trying to figure out.

Thank you.

Harlan's of Grosvenor Street, very fancy.

Ah, y-yeah, a present.

From Reggie.

Sorry, did, did you want one?

No.

Thank you.

Ah, Mrs. Adams from the house?

Ivy, please.

I didn't want to interfere, but I thought you'd want this.

The postman dropped it off this afternoon.

Such a lovely lad.

Well, goodnight.

Thank you, Ivy.

So what is it?

Oh, my good Lord.

Who is that?

Well, it's not Angie Yates.

Thompson Photographers.

It just says as requested, is it blackmail?

No, I've seen photos like this before,

the convenient staging.

My hunch is this is a put up job at Reggie's request.

At Reggie's, why?

Faked evidence of adultery.

It's normally used to push through a divorce.

But he was a bachelor,

why on earth would he want a divorce?

The single has been on the radio all day.

The record company estimates it's up to number 10 already.

Yeah, could be even higher by tomorrow,

when they announce it.

What's this?

No, no, no, Pete, The Queenmakers must go on.

We, we need you to sing for us.

What, Reggie's part?

No, no.

But you've a voice to die for.

Just think what solace you'll give the fans.

It's true, mate.

You do what you wanna do, Pete.

We're a brotherhood, huh?

You wanna selfishly ruin everyone else's career?

Peter, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, huh?

Yeah.

It seems our local reporter

has got the proverbial bit between her teeth.

She's now claiming it's murder.

It's conjecture, sir,

Ruth Penny has heard nothing from us.

The eyes of the world are upon us now, Gillespie,

we need that killer behind bars, pronto.

I want every officer pulling their weight,

every mind focused, every boot on the ground

and I'll,

I'll be in my office.

Gentlemen, I bring news.

Oh please, no more.

Overnight, I managed to isolate

a number of pollen types from Brenda.

Sorry, our bee, I met a Sister Brenda once at a lecture,

well, see, something about those hairy, little mandibles.

Anyway, um, in examining the pollen,

I've identified three types of flora thus far,

fuchsia, lavender and the common daffodil.

So deduction, Brenda was plucked from a garden

containing all three of those flowers in close proximity.

Find the garden and we find our killer.

I'm here to heal the people's heartache.

The Queenmakers are not splitting up.

Far from it, in honour of their dear friend, Reggie,

the boys plan to give the fans

what they so sadly could not two nights ago,

a concert with a new lineup,

tonight, right here in Great Slaughter Town Hall.

Now, please, this is a difficult time for the band.

There'll be no questions right now.

No, no, no.

Who was he with? Was he with anyone?

Is someone cross about our story?

Well, we have to keep you on your toes.

All you're keeping is me from doing my job properly.

You embarrassed my team and you're jeopardising this case.

Well, don't go red in the face,

you'll clash with your tie.

A boy is dead,

and all you're doing is pedalling muck.

Muck?

Well, we'll have to agree to disagree on that one.

Sir.

What's this?

From the local records office.

- Wedding certificate? - Hm.

Reggie Wallis was married.

Not only that, look at who he was married to.

I'm sorry, alright, he kept it a secret for the fans.

The fans?

Alan said it would limit popularity, if Reggie was taken.

Honestly, he made me sign to it,

keep my mouth shut and I'd be looked after,

but talk about Reggie

and I'd be cut off.

Look,

I didn't kill him, why would I?

I bloody loved the idiot.

What's this?

I think you know.

Evidence of adultery.

He was gonna use them to divorce you.

Stop, please.

You didn't know?

I suppose I shouldn't be so surprised.

I'm pregnant and I told him,

I told him when he was in Hamburg,

but he went all quiet on the phone.

Divorce, divorce, now is there any way

you could've got this wrong?

Sorry, we confirmed with the photographer.

- Alan set up a shoot- - Alan?

Yes, Alan set up a shoot at Reggie's request.

Right, well, I'll bet Alan didn't tell you

Reggie was leaving the band.

She's lying.

I mean, honestly, I've never even met the girl.

It's funny that, I wonder how your very rare,

handmade cigarettes ended up in her hotel room.

You paid her a visit after Reggie died

and you threatened her to stay quiet, didn't you?

I did it for the band to protect them, their reputation.

Well, from what I hear, they were splitting up anyway,

only now with Reggie's murder, you get a boost of publicity,

Pete gets to be the lead singer

and you get to keep your 20%.

You honestly think I'm the one who does best out of this?

For a start, Tony is the one who's contracted

to inherit Reggie's songwriting royalties.

They wrote songs together officially,

but it's no secret Tony did all the work.

No idea what you're talking about, mate.

It must've been galling, him taking all the credit,

all the adoration, you're the creative force

and yet all those fans' eyes automatically go to him,

lovable Reggie.

Oh, let me tell you about our lovable Reggie.

He's not the nice guy that everyone thinks he is, alright.

- Tony, don't. - No, he pushed Pete about,

he's made him feel like a toddler.

Anyone working for the band gets it in the neck.

Am I wrong?

Am I wrong, say something for once.

Alright.

I had a friend,

a really close friend,

who passed away a couple of years back.

Reggie just treated it like some joke.

The guy could get into a fight with a wall,

he's even picked on little, old Ivy,

like he reduced the poor thing to tears.

I was hoping I wouldn't be mentioned.

But he upset you?

It was the day the boys moved in.

I did my utmost to get everything ready,

but Reggie spotted a swarm of bees,

all against the drainpipe over there.

He was very upset,

bit scary, truth be known.

Anyway, I had them removed

and I realise now why he was so angry.

You don't think the bee came from here, do you?

It's possible, although I can't see any lavender.

The thing is, sir,

there's enough tension in that band

to string of flipping guitar.

They all had reason to bump Reggie off.

But that's not right.

I mean, you can't really think the band did this, sir.

They're lovely.

Peggy, I think you're maybe a bit close to this one.

Maybe you could man the front desk for a while, ey?

Right.

Hm, well, I'm sorry, Gillespie, old boy,

I fear this case highlights what we've all suspected,

having a woman in the mix simply doesn't work.

Okay.

A team should be lean, mean.

Hm.

Probably best I, um,

I let WPC Button go, hm?

I'll leave that in your hands.

Perhaps he can be persuaded?

Not unless someone can snap Button out of it.

Right.

And then,

come in.

I'll call you back.

Look, um, sometimes when the blood is up,

you, ah, you overstep the mark.

Alright, you've attempted an apology, what is it?

Peggy is very emotional.

She's acting like Reggie's some kind of saint

and that her world is over, her job is at risk.

You're concerned for her?

Well, I don't want to be a man down.

Kids today, if they're in love,

everyone has to hear about it.

What happened to good old British restraint?

Oh, you mean repression?

I thought our handsome bachelor didn't believe in love?

I don't.

Well, if you could come up with something,

that might snap Peggy out of it.

Alright, I'll think about it.

Oh, poor Peggy,

first love, God, that's the scar that never heals.

Who said that?

Me.

So we have more pollen?

Oh, but not just any pollen,

this belongs to the typha, a genus of monocotyledonous,

more commonly known as the bulrush

and as I'm sure you'll remember from the story of Moses,

they tend to grow by rivers.

- Now this is my pollen map. - Okay.

Deduction, isolating the typha,

we can now focus on this specific area close to the river,

we just need to find the garden hedgerow or meadow

containing all these plants.

Gentlemen, the van is outside.

The record label now thinks we are somewhere in the top five

within all the periodicals, the top five.

We find out in an hour.

All you need to focus on now

is blowing us all away as a trio, huh.

You ready to make some history, huh, Pete?

I, ah...

At a boy, at a boy.

Hey, let's go do this one for Reggie, eh?

Come on, Sunny.

- Al. - Mm-hm?

Um, did you know in the contract

Angie's cut off from any of Reggie's royalties?

She's got a kid on the way.

No, I don't, listen, try not to worry about it now, okay.

I will look into it.

We've got four suspects, a nun chasing flowers,

a WPC in denial and nothing new to work with.

Look, Felix, we must be looking at this wrong.

Miss Penny, you can't be in here.

No, it's okay, Felix.

Do you have something to help?

Peggy, can you come and join us please?

This is the "Liverpool Standard" from two years ago.

Brian Cortlin.

I know all about him.

He was The Queenmaker's original roadie.

Handsome fellow.

One can still appreciate the form.

This story doesn't end happily, I'm afraid.

I'll say, he topped himself.

Well, he was found dead in his hotel bathtub,

electrocuted, it was all kept very hush, hush at the time.

Do we know why he did it?

Well, there were rumours of bullying,

which left Reggie in a pretty unsavoury light.

Well, that's a lie.

Look, I know this journalist,

they're convinced that Reggie was the reason that he did it.

You know, you newspaper people, you're all the same

with your big words twisting everything.

Hey, Peggy, let's keep an open mind here.

No, Reggie was a good man!

You should all be ashamed of yourself!

Okay, that is enough, you and I need a serious word.

But in the meantime, Tom Thomas' and Ivy Adams' statements,

I noticed they don't have signatures.

But, sir, the concert.

Well, you'd better hurry along then.

Look, I tried, besides you didn't let me finish.

Look at the dates, the night Reggie was killed.

Was the anniversary of Brian Cortlin's death.

It's a coincidence.

Well, possibly not, "A close friend that passed,"

that's what's Sunny the drummer said, remember?

And Reggie openly mocked his loss.

Well, perhaps that's what this is all about? Revenge.

Yes.

Ah, Detective Inspector, what do you want?

Sunny, could I have a quick word, please?

I think it's time we talked about Brian, don't you?

It was suicide.

Brian took his own life.

Do you know why?

Why?

We know at the time that it was suspected that Reggie-

He was homosexual.

He was our driver, the roadie.

You know, we'd only just started out

and he was like one of the gang.

But Reggie somehow worked it out.

And he used that against him?

Hm, threatened to expose him to the police,

made him work for less money.

See, that's the thing,

Reggie had a real nasty streak like that.

He dominated people.

So that argument you had about the set list?

It was about Brian.

See, Brian was from round here.

It was the anniversary of his death

and I just thought given the crowd,

it might be nice to mention him.

Reggie didn't agree?

"Why mention that flipping queer?" I think were his words.

Were you and Brian close?

He was a mate.

Perhaps more than a mate?

Personally I believe love is love.

We couldn't tell anyone we were together

and I couldn't even stick up for him.

You can't help who you fall for.

Look, I don't want any trouble,

please don't make this public.

You don't know what that's like,

you're scared just 'cause of who you are.

I could lose everything,

be locked up.

We're not interested in that.

Did you know anything about Brian's family?

No, no, not really.

I think his dad died when he was young

and then his mum remarried.

But I never met them

and none of us were invited to his funeral.

Honestly,

I hated Reggie,

but I never would've killed him,

he weren't bloody worth it.

Here, fuchsias, violets, lavender and the common daffodil.

- So that's it then? - Well, not quite.

You'll remember the linchpin to my whole strategy

was the common typha, the bulrush.

And you didn't find any of that?

Well, I couldn't see into the back, I did try.

I may or may not have damaged

the owner's fence in the process.

Thank you.

Okay, well, where is this place?

Willow Cottage on Fox Hill Lane.

Sorry, Willow?

Salix alba, a deciduous tree

with slender, drooping branches often said be weeping.

No, I mean, I just, I checked.

Willow Cottage was Brian Cortlin's old address.

Apparently has a mother who still lives there, Ivy Adams.

Of course,

she remarried.

Brian was Ivy's son.

Hang on, that sweet, old woman is no murderer.

Oh, but Sam, you're forgetting one thing,

a mother's love can be the deadliest thing of all.

Gosh, I gave myself tingles just then.

Button's there right now.

I need you to sign there.

You've a lovely house.

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ♪

Alright, Peggy, love?

Yeah, I-I just...

Nothing, nothing's wrong.

You sure about that, Peggy, love?

Wait here, please, I'll be right back.

♪ Ah ah ah ♪

You've got this, Pete, yeah?

Oh, hang on, one moment.

- Al. - Yes?

Listen, ah, doing a bit thinking.

Mm-hm?

I want a portion of our money to carry on going to Angie.

I do, I mean, I don't know what Reggie was thinking,

divorcing her, cutting her off,

when she's just about to have a-

Will you just focus?

You are moments away from the single,

most important performance of your career

and you're wittering about some girl.

Reggie had no problem with the idea,

I don't see why you should.

Hm, what, it was your suggestion?

Look, all of this can be sorted out later.

Right now, I don't want it affecting your performance, okay.

Yes, I'm here, sorry about that.

Okay, call back in 10.

♪ Ah ah ♪

Ivy?

It was you, wasn't it?

How could you do that to our Reggie?

You should leave, Peggy, love.

Now just wait a second.

You know, you could hurt someone doing that.

I always knew my Brian was special

right from when he was young.

See, he only ever wanted to share his life with a man

and he found one,

that's what he said.

He'd write to me on the road, he sounded so happy.

But then,

he said Reggie was onto him,

threatening,

degrading

for months,

'til all my letters stopped.

It was a couple of days after we heard he died

his note arrived.

"Sorry, Mum, I can't live with it anymore."

Reggie.

Reggie Wallis drove my boy to his grave.

He took everything.

I had no choice.

Now it's over.

Ivy.

I just want to be with my boy.

I know, but.

I don't think Brian would want this.

Would he?

He loved you and he'll wait for you.

Peggy, love,

Brian's letter about finding love,

I wonder if you could make sure it gets to Sunny?

Ah, WPC Button,

I have to admit I'm impressed,

even a little surprised.

So I want you to know that I'm putting you forward

for a commendation, well done!

Just what we need, ey, Gillespie, a WPC on the team?

Oh no, the concert.

Peggy, don't panic, follow me quick, we must run.

One, two, three, four.

♪ Out of, out of, out of sight ♪

♪ She's so sunny, I am not wearing shades ♪

♪ She's so bright, yeah, she's so bright ♪

♪ She's so pretty, hope she never fades ♪

♪ She's so bright, yeah, she's so bright ♪

♪ Everyone's falling in love with you, yeah ♪

♪ Everyone's saying they'll all be true ♪

♪ I'm the one, baby who'll help you see the love ♪

♪ Ah, ah ♪

From the ashes they rise!

That was the performance

people will tell their grandchildren about

and I have news, "Out of Sight" is now

the number one single in the country,

this is the big time, huh?

So what do you say, huh, Mr. Lead Singer?

I say you're sacked.

We'll manage ourselves from now on,

'til we find someone who's less of a weasel.

Right?

You, you,

you'll hear from my lawyer.

- Sorry, Alan, take care. - Ungrateful!

Well, what is it?

We thought you should know we've arrested Ivy Adams.

What, why?

Ivy was Brian's mother.

She wanted you to have this, a letter he sent her.

You missed us, Peg, think we'd better do an encore.

Yeah.

There's someone very special

we'd like to dedicate this last song to.

Peggy Button, get up here.

Come on, don't be shy.

Peggy, this one's for you.

One, two, three, four.

I feel Peggy may have a new crush.

That's all we need.

It's just first love that never heals, right,

- that's what you said? - Oh, you can't believe

what a journalist says, Sam, you know that.

♪ Ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ♪