All language subtitles for Hetty Wainthropp Investigates 2x04 The Astral Plane

I'm getting something.

It's not clear.

I think...

Yes, it's 'A'.

Does the letter 'A' means
something to anyone here?

It's a man I think,
trying to communicate.

Capital letter 'A'.

Not very well formed.

Could it be an 'H'?

'A' does sometimes look like 'H'.

You are right.

It's 'H'.

I've got it clear now.

'H'.

A definite 'H'.

Harry.

Someone dear to you.

My husband.

He passed over in January.

His handwriting were
never easy to read.

Harry?

Are you there, Harry?

Is there something you
want to say to this lady?

It's him.
I know it is.

I can smell his pipe tobacco.

They're called house parties.

She calls up the dead for small
groups in her own front room.

£10 admission.

It's unhealthy.

What do you want us to do?

Expose her.

It's not illegal.

Then it ought to be.

Taking advantage of the
bereaved at a vulnerable time.

You have to excuse me.

That lady's poodle is lifting
his leg on the bellis.

I won't won't be long.

Oi!

I can't sell those.

You've soiled the goods,
you have to take them.

It's all work, I suppose?

There's work and work, Geoffrey.

Though we've not have much to do
with the supernatural, until now.

Mother goes twice a week,

the expense is horrendous.

£20 it is.

And bus fares.

But it's worse.

The house parties
are only a come on.

Folks go for the interest
and then get hooked.

Mother's having private
consultations at £25 an hour.

She must be getting some satisfaction
or she wouldn't go back.

We're not meant to get
satisfaction in this world.

We're meant to get through it as best
we can and hope for better in the next.

I've asked Mother to come and
live with us, but she refuses.

She says,

"Dad talks to her through a spirit guide
and tells her to stay where she is."

Why don't you go to
the seance with her?

She says the spirits won't utter,
if they sense a hostile presence.

But if your dad really
is talking to her...

We had him cremated.

He no longer possesses
the equipment

to communicate through a
spirit guide or anyone else.

Will you take the job or not?

Forgive me for mentioning
this, I speak as I find...

Our fees aren't high,

although my husband keeps telling
me we should put them up.

- But even so...
- I can afford a week.

It will take longer than that.

Five days as work, you can
slot it in with something else.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I've got work to do.

We'll be in touch.

Henry! I want you in the perennials
PDQ, so stir your stumps.

Exposing fraud, Mrs. Wainthropp.

Public service,
if ever there was one.

She just wants to get her
hands on her mother's nest egg

before it's squandered.

But if this medium
really is a fake,

I suppose it's true
she's taking advantage.

Eyes closed.

Breathe.

In.

Out.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

Feel yourselves floating.

Eyes open.

Minds open.

Ready.

Ready to receive.

No. No. Nasty.

Nasty nasty!

Not now, Tiny.

Never at the beginning.

You're in the way.

Let the Red Indian
gentleman through.

Who's Tiny? A spirit guide?

Just a little girl.
She interrupts the others.

Shh. No distractions, please.

Nasty.

Is this an astral presence Tiny?

Something from a lower
plane frightening you.

I see.

Don't cry, my dear.

It won't hurt you.

What happened?

It was Tiny.

She was frightened.

There's hostility in the room
interfering with reception.

I felt it from the beginning
but it's stronger now.

There's someone in this room
wants to destroy our work.

Do you know the source?

Yes, I know the source.

I know which one of you it is.

I can feel the bad vibrations
creating astral static.

I must ask you to go now please.

The spirits will not speak
to those with closed ears.

Your money will be refunded.

Who was she?

I can't say,
she's never been before.

Neither have I.

It's funny how you can't
help feeling guilty.

Mrs. Rome looked right
at me and I thought

I must be giving out hostile
vibrations from my unconscious mind.

No, dear. Anyone can see
you're the sympathetic type.

You're one of us.

You've sustained a loss.

It's surprising your husband
didn't make himself known.

They usually do
at the first sitting.

They've been waiting to
make contact, you see.

My Harry came straight
through the French windows

in a torrent of purple tobacco.

My husband never lacked
putting himself forward.

You ought to try a
private consultation.

It's more expensive,
but it's well worth the money.

There's no competition.

Just you and the departed
and the spirit guide.

What have you found out?

Not a lot.

They're mother and daughter.
Not local.

They rented the
house for the winter.

DCI Adams phoned.
He wants to see you.

Tonight?

Tomorrow. Could you drop into the
station at your own convenience.

- Aw, it's a lovely hat.
- What about?

There's a Dundee cake his
wife Mary wants you to try.

Alright.

You look like Marlene Dietrich
when you wear that hat.

Don't be daft.

I never knew you were married.

If we're not, we don't get promoted.

Of course the marriage is mostly
break up for want of attention.

Luckily my wife has
a job with her own.

So it's just the children
who feel neglected.

Now, tell me please Mrs. Wainthropp,

what's your interest in Maurika
Rome and her daughter Sara?

I only went there yesterday
evening for the first time.

Are you having me followed?

Hoa, I wouldn't dare.

No, I had someone
of my own there.

A young woman?

She got thrown out.

And what's your interest then in
Mrs. Rome and her spirit guide?

You first.

I've a client who
thinks she's a fake.

I've said it's not illegal.

Technically it is.

Fraudulent Mediums Act 1951.

But as long as the medium hears
voices that nobody else can hear,

sees what nobody else can see

and the spirits use her vocal
chords to communicate,

we can't prove it.

Now are you going to tell me
what your lady was doing there?

- Have some more cake.
- I can't be bribed.

My detective sergeant was,
as you say rumbled.

But you Mrs. Wainthropp,
were not rumbled.

How did you explain
your presence?

Said I'd read their advert
in the Psychic Herald.

Said my husband had recently passed
away and I wanted to make contact.

Robert? Has he?

No, he'll outlive us all
if he's not prevented.

I went there in disguise.

Under a flag of convenience.

Mrs. Lola Hattersley, wealthy
widow without dependants.

Totally without?

I haven't gone into details.

They come at the private
consultation, so I'm told.

And will you be having one?

Will have to consult my client.

I'm not sure if she'll
be prepared to pay.

I have a small fund under my
control which might cover it.

Then what's the problem?

Let's go for a little drive.

His diary.

When my father retired,

he and my mother went
live at Grange-over-Sands.

She died suddenly.

Eighteen months ago.

He...

...only recently.

This was his diary.

He took her death...

...very hard.

Started going to group
seances at a private house.

Mrs. Rome?

She'd rented a place
for the winter.

Group meetings first,
private consultations after.

It's all in here.

What he writes

is what he believes, she told him.

My mother, told him
through some spirit guide.

Which was?

Terrible things.

Lies.

We have to believe
they were lies.

Before she married, my mother
was a psychiatric nurse.

What she told him...

Said to have told him...

was terrible things...

done to patients.

Ill treatment.

You could call it sadism.

By your mother?

When he himself died,
all his savings were gone.

For nearly a year, he'd been
taking large sums out of the bank.

In cash.

So he has these
private consultations.

His dead wife talks to him.

Telling him about all the dreadful things
she's done and he believes her.

And then he pays up
to keep it quiet.

Wait a minute.

The medium's in a trance.

She's not supposed to
know what happens.

Mrs. Rome tape records
the private consultations.

So that her clients can have a record
of what their loved ones tell them.

And it'd only need one tape.

Blackmail.

And no way of proving it.

Special consultation?

£25?!

- And bus fares.
- Why?

You want me to expose her.

Well, why can't you expose
her at one of her evening dos.

You'd have witnesses.

She's a clever woman.

She doesn't give
herself away in public.

Anyone hostile affects the
vibrations, so they get thrown out.

The point is,
she doesn't do anything.

The spirits do it all.

She just passes on
what the spirits say

And the people at the
seance have to tell her

whether it has any
meaning them for them.

So if a mistake's made

wrong age, wrong colour hair,
wrong sex,

any sort of error,

it's not her, do you see?

The spirits got it muddled
owing to bad reception.

And what do you to expect to
get from a private consultation

that you wouldn't get otherwise?

In private she might just
take one step too far.

£25.

A place like this.

You've no idea the wastage.

One step too far.

How do we lay the bait?

We shall put together a life
story of Mrs. Lola Hattersley

as soon as we get home.

And I shall learn it by heart.

Mrs. Hattersley.

Good afternoon.

Mrs. Hattersley, come in.

Thank you, Sara.

- Your coat?
- Thank you.

You're a friend of
Mrs. Todd, I believe.

Both having lost a
loved one recently.

It brings you together.

A loved one.

That would be?

My husband.
Mr. Hattersley.

Mr. Hattersley.

You don't use his first name.

He may do so if he decides
to make himself known.

- That's up to him.
- I see.

Thank you.

Now you'll excuse me,

but we have to get one thing
straight right from the beginning.

I'm only a channel
of communication.

I can't guarantee success.

If your husband doesn't
wish to communicate

there's nothing I
can do about it.

But he must want to, he must.

He's always looked after me.

He's left me all this money.

The house, the business.

He went so sudden.

I don't know what to do.

Take the crystal in both hands.

Hold it.

Feel the warmth.

Look deep into it.

Deep.

Yes.

Such secrets there.

Put it back please.

First I'm going to study
your aura for awhile.

Close your eyes please.

What's an aura?

The astral part of you.

Everybody has one.

It's just light.

A mist of light.

Like you see on the street
lamp on a rainy night.

Yours is purple.

That's the colour of grief.

I'd never have known.

Open.

Grace Todd said something
about a tape recording.

I was about to ask.

It's little extra but many
clients like to have a record.

I don't mind about the extra.

It's the least of my worries.

I see...

an old man...

rocking.

Mr. Hattersley wasn't old.

He was cut down in his prime.

Rocking in his chair.

There's a chamber
pot by the side of it.

Rocking?

A chamber pot?

I didn't come here to
play these silly games.

Please put me on to my husband
as quick as you can.

Good gracious me.

I remember.

You knew the old man.

My granddad.

He had sciatica, he had to
rock to get out of his chair.

And the chamber pot?

He used it as a spittoon.

He's your guardian
in the spirit world.

He keeps an eye on you.

Don't know why
I never liked him.

Why you following me?

Eh?

You heard.

I wasn't following you.

Don't lie, you're no good at it.

Well, if I was...

You were.

Um... I fancied you.

I suppose.

No. That's it.

I saw you.

Fancied you, followed you.

End of story.

It's as old as time.

Most stories are.

'F'.

- 'F'?
- Florence.

Florrie.

Flora?

Aunt Florrie lived at Bamber Bridge.

And her husband worked on the
railway in a supervisory capacity.

I never had much to
say to them in this life

and I can't think the spirit
world will make a difference.

Now,

may I talk to my husband please.

I told you my dear,

I can't command the spirits.

The ones who come are the ones
with something to communicate.

'F'.

I don't think it's your auntie.

Nothing's clear.

I can feel impatience
hindering the flow.

'F'.

I have the feeling...

A child.

Is there some buried
unhappiness in your mind

connected with a child?

Mr. Hattersley and I
never had children.

We married late.

He did have a lady friend for
some years before our marriage.

But we don't speak of her.

What is the name of this
lady friend my dear?

Fiona.

Fiona Freeman.

Why aren't you at work?

I'm unemployed at the moment.

That's why I have to keep
wandering about, killing time.

If you're unemployed, how
come you're buying the coke?

I had a piece of good fortune

when some careless person
left his car unlocked.

You're beginning to grow on me.

I've been wondering
what you're like in bed.

I've had no complaints.

Maybe you've had no
opportunities either.

I don't know how to reply to that.

Don't worry I was only trying
to knock you off balance.

In my job, you learn a lot about
people from their reactions.

You're not a Jack the Lad
looking for a quick pick up.

So why were you
really following me?

I followed you because...

...anyone can dream.

And has your husband's
lady friend, Fiona

passed over,
do you happen to know?

They lost touch.

She went south to
Dunstable for her health.

He never heard from her again.

- For her health?
- Yes.

To have an abortion.

Or to have the baby.

Huh!.

Whoever it is,

she's extremely anxious
to communicate.

If it's Miss Freeman

please inform her that
I do not wish to receive

any communications
she may be trying to make.

I want to speak to my husband
and only to my husband.

There's £250,000 tied up

at an extremely low
rate of interest

and I need better advice than
I'm getting from the bank.

Just the same,

my dear husband never appeared.

Of course, I didn't appear.

I'm not dead yet,
how could I appear?

You've not have a lady
friend called Fiona either.

As far as I know.

You and I were
married far too young.

I never realize my potentialities.

I might have fancy that Fiona
if fate had thrown one my way.

It was funny about
your granddad though.

It was.

Rocking in his chair,

the chamber pot to spit
in for his bronchitis.

My granddad, not
Mrs. Lola Hattersley's.

That medium couldn't have known.

She could be genuine.

Well a lot of old men had
sciatica in your granddad's day.

And bronchitis.

Keeping an eye on me from
the astral plane, she said.

Why not if he enjoys it.

The important thing is,

genuine or not,
she's taken the bait.

The bleating of the goat,

excites the tiger.

Some goat.

A wealthy goat without children.

And now there's her husband's
ex lady friend deceased

trying to get through to me with
a message about a little girl.

I find that interesting.

Did she give you
the tape recording?

Next session.

She wants to make a
copy for her own record.

That's how she blackmailed
the vicar's dad.

Kept a copy.

Well, it isn't blackmail this time.

Maybe not.

But I expect that little
girl'll turn out to be in need.

She's not thought it through,
Mr. Wainthropp.

That's the trouble.

Hetty never does
think things through.

Little grey cells? Rubbish.

It's instinct, with
her, always has been.

I've not thought it
through, that's the trouble.

Unlike you.

When I began, all I was going to
do was go to a couple of seances.

Get her to give me a message from
my dead husband and then expose her.

Because Robert isn't dead and
anyway I'm not Mrs. Hattersley.

She'd have wriggled out of
that somehow though.

But it might have been
enough for Grace Todd

and I'd have done my
duty by the client.

And now?

Well, there's this
blackmail business.

I've laid a bait
and she's taken it.

Geoff and me, we've made up a
life story for Mrs. Hattersley.

But she's gonna need
more than a made-up story.

Where does she live and
what's her phone number?

I can find you a house
and an answer phone.

Good.

And er...

Mrs. Hattersley will need
a cheque book, I suppose.

I wanted to have
a talk with you.

Man to man, you know.

It's not the facts of
life, is it?

I had to do them with our Derek.

I got rather muddled
up to tell you the truth.

It's not the facts of life.

At least, not exactly.

It's more...

The way we live, you
me and Mrs. Wainthropp.

There's not the
opportunity to...

If I was to meet someone.

A girl, say.

You're... you're right.
It-it-it's...

It's quiet here for you,
living with us.

I'm not complaining.

Well when I say quiet, I don't mean
the detective agency aspect,

which is arsonist,
the Mafia sort of thing.

They're not always welcome
but they do make you change.

No, no, what-what-what
I mean is that

- you're a teenager.
- I am.

- You've got urges.
- I have.

- It's a problem.
- It is.

Hetty's doesn't always
understand men's feelings.

She gets proprietorial,
you could say.

It's a family, Mr. Wainthropp.
I like that.

I haven't had a
proper family for...

...a long time.

I'm grateful.

But as you say, the work,
it stretches me.

It's a challenge.

Only...

Only you ought to get out on
your own from time to time.

Every lad should.

I'll have a word with her.

You don't have a job?

I work for my mother.

What about your dad?

The women manage
things in my family.

Is it a good trade,
being a medium?

It's not a trade,
it's a calling.

You have to have the gift.

As for money,
we don't charge much.

A lot of the clients
are old age pensioners.

Let's sit down for a bit.

Have you got the... gift?

Yeah, I think so.

You can put your arm
around me if you like.

Try to enjoy it.

Don't you have a
regular boyfriend?

If I like someone I might
go with them for a bit.

But nobody claims me.

Besides, I don't know
anyone in Burnley.

Only here for the winter.

What about the summer?

Seaside.

I thought we might
go to a club later.

Have you found another careless
person who left his car unlocked?

I wouldn't ask if I
couldn't afford to take you.

Shall I kiss you?

You might enjoy it.

Not bad.
You'll get better if you practice.

Let's practice.

Come on.

Would you do something
for me Geoff?

Or would you turn to run?

Ask.

There's one of our clients,

in Darwen.

Mrs. Lola Hattersley.

I'll give you the address.

What about her?

She doesn't feel right.

Usually when a folk come
to us, it's loneliness.

With her, there's
something wrong.

It's all to do with money.

What do you want me to do?

Find out all you can.

Ask the neighbours.

She could get hurt if she going
into it for the wrong motives.

You what?

Well, in the course of making
general inquiries in the area...

No flannel,
I don't want flannel Geoffrey.

I came to make the acquaintance
of the subject's daughter.

And never told us?

You spoke?

Yem.

He told me he'd made the
acquaintance of a young lady.

He didn't say who.

I was going to talk
to you about it.

How dare you keep
secrets from me.

You've 'ad one go
of solving cases

on your own and it
came to no good.

And now you want to
take over the agency.

It's got nothing to
do with the agency.

My feelings for the young lady
are private, Mrs. Wainthropp.

It has nothing to
do with the agency.

Until now, maybe they have now.

You've got to look at things
from their point of view.

Got to?

Give the lad a chance, Hetty.
Let him explain.

Explain.

There's your granddad.
And your Aunt Florrie.

Mrs. Rome got both those right.

She didn't know who you were because
you were pretending to be someone else

but she got those right.

And my dear husband,
who's passed over.

And his lady friend Fiona, also passed,

who wants to tell me
about a little child.

She didn't say that.

Am I losing my mind?

Are you telling me what this
medium did or didn't say

when you weren't even there.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wainthropp,
but from what you already told...

God! Give me patience.

I do so hope he will.

All she actually said was there
was a message about a little child.

Something to do
with the letter 'F'.

She never succeed in
communicating with Mr. Hattersley.

And all that stuff about Fiona
was what you told her yourself.

I suppose.

Strictly speaking,
that could be true.

Then why does this girl want Geoffrey
to investigate me, Mrs. Hattersley.

She thinks there's something
strange about you.

She thinks you're obsessed by
money and you may be at risk.

Me, at risk?

I'll tell you who's
at risk, young man.

I'll tell you who's obsessed.

And it's not with money.
It's with sex.

I'm not speaking to anybody.

Might be the DCI.

Wainthropp Detective Agency.

Who?

Derek!

It's the baby.
Something's happened.

Why it must be about 4 in
the morning where you are.

Is, is there anything wrong?

Yup, yes, she's here now.

They've had a little girl.

A week early,
but she's all right.

Hello?

- Good news.
- Yes!

- A little girl.
- Yes.

They... they had a miscarriage
before, so they...

they thought they might lose it.

But she's alright.

Felicity! Yes,
it's a lovely name.

Most appropriate.

Felicity.

Yes!

'F'.

A child!

I'm giving up the case.

What? Give us a minute.

Sure sir.

She's not a fake.

There's too much
she's got right.

First, me granddad.

Then me Aunt Florrie
at Bamber Bridge.

Take your time.

It's this 'F', the child.

- She's just been born.
- In Dunstable?

In Sydney, Australia.

She's my own
granddaughter, Felicity.

Mrs. Rome couldn't
have known that.

So maybe what the spirit
told that vicar's Dad was true

and maybe his wife
really did all that.

That's not the point.

Whether Mrs. Rome
is a fake or not,

whether the vicar's mother ill
treated her geriatric patients or not,

blackmail is still blackmail and
it's a blackmailer you're after.

So tell me please,

what is Geoffrey going
to say to the girl?

Mrs. Lola Hattersley lives
alone in a detached house

in the select area of Darwen.

She and her husband
were a devoted couple.

Rich, well respected,

old fashioned views,
pro-hanging, anti-abortion.

And she was utterly
dependent on him.

She has no close relatives,

nobody comes to see her.

The telephone's ex-directory,

but he got the number
from the cleaning lady.

And I tell you now,

it won't come to anything.

We're wasting our time.

Mrs. Lola
Hattersley is not available

to take your call
at the present time.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Hello, this is Wendy Freeman,
from Dunstable.

I'm sorry to bother you,
Mrs. Hattersley,

but it is urgent.

She say she's in the area
staying with friends.

She'll phone again at 4 p.m.

Then Mrs. Lola Hattersley had
better be there to take the call.

I'll pack a bag and
move in pronto.

Good bye.

Phone for a taxi will you love.

We won't get Mrs. Hattersley and her
suitcase on the back of the scooter.

Do you want me to come with you?

She has no children.

Shall I come?

And her husband's dead.

Now I don't suppose there's
any food in that house.

I'd better take a carrier
bag of bits and pieces.

Danny's arrived.

Three minutes to go.

Doesn't time fly when
you're having fun.

Mrs. Lola Hattersley speaking.

Wainthropp Detective Agency.

Right.

Right.

Understood.

I know you wouldn't want
me to have an abortion.

Would you like some coffee?

I have the Georgian silver
coffee service in the kitchen

and a plate of petit four.

It would be your husband's
grandchild, you see.

The milk, of course, is boiled.

Are we getting through
to you, Mrs. Hattersley?

Yes.

This young lady says
she's my husband's

illegitimate daughter
by the late Fiona Freeman.

And that she's now about to have
an illegitimate child of her own,

which she does not wish to abort.

My mother refused to have
an abortion and so do I.

Well, there are plenty of
single mothers about today.

She never asked your
husband for a penny.

She struggled on her
own to bring me up.

I only discovered who
I was after she died.

And am I right in
thinking, my dear,

that unlike your mother,

you are about to ask for money?

She shouldn't have to ask.

You should offer.

I want to start a
new life in Canada.

With the baby.

How much would it cost?

With the air fare and
getting on my feet,

3,000.

I'll book the ticket,
put down a deposit.

You wouldn't see me again.

Dear.

This is really most disturbing.

£3,000.

My husband never mentioned.

He-he never even spoke of Miss
Freeman after our marriage.

I mean there's no proof.

There is proof, Mrs. Hattersley.

How else could I know
so much about you?

Well, I have no responsibility.

£3,000?

If you're pregnant, you must
know who the father is.

You don't have to go to
Canada, he can be made to pay.

He's a married man.

Like your husband was.

Mr. Hattersley and I

were not yet married when your mother
went south to Dunstable for her health.

Makes it worse.

I don't think you understand
Mrs. Hattersley.

My cousin here wants to bear
your late husband's grandchild

and make a new life for them both.

You should be happy to help her.

If you won't, she'll have to get
what she can where she can.

Meaning?

Sell her story to the Sunday papers.

History repeats itself kind of thing.

That's blackmail.

No,

blackmailers keep coming back.

This is a one-off.

She'll be in Canada.
You'll never hear from her again.

£3,000!

I haven't that much
money in the house.

Write a cheque.

Pay cash to bearer, phone the
bank and tell them to honour it.

I'll get the money
and come back.

Very well.

I shall need a receipt.

She's making out the cheque.

Money has to pass and then
the police can take them in.

I don't think you'll
be serving coffee.

Then if you don't mind, Mr. Wainthropp,
something I have to do.

You don't need me here.

When you've signed

and here's the cheque.

Before your cousin goes
to collect the money,

there's someone I'd
like you both to meet.

This is my husband,

come back from the astral plane.

Robert, this is your daughter
by the late Fiona Freeman.

Who never actually existed
except in my imagination.

Er... Mrs. Rome?

Gone.

- Where?
- Who knows?

Done a bunk?

I've come for the rent.

They pay a month in advance.

They said they'd stay until summer,

but they've terminated early.

Where does a Romany
woman go in the summer?

Seaside!

Fortune telling.

Everybody knows that.

Thanks. You've been very helpful.

Wait!

You're going looking for her?

All the way up the
coast on that thing?

If I have to.

In Undercliff,

The Pleasure Beach.

Just tell me.

How I'm supposed to
have conned money

out of a woman who
doesn't even exist.

If there never was, a
Mrs. Lola Hattersley,

that cheque's a
fraud for a start.

Of course we can't make it stick.

That's not the point.

When do we ever made
blackmail cases stick?

No the point is
to warn them off.

And by a little judicious harassment

get them out of the Northwest.

He never said where he was going?

Thank you so much.

So unlike him.

Maybe he's phoned.

We should have one of
those answering machines.

We have, it's me.
It's ringing now!

It stopped.

How could you let
him go off like that.

Have you come to
have your fortune told?

I've come to warn you.

No need.
They had to let her go.

- Wendy?
- My sister Catherine.

Did you really believe a
Romany would be called Wendy?

How did you find me?

Well, I worked it out.

I don't see why you have to make
extra by blackmailing people.

Nobody blackmailed
Mrs. Hattersley.

There's no such person, you lied.

And the old man at
Grange-over-Sands?

Been doing your homework?

There is no blackmail there either.

He was a stupid old man who'd pay to
keep it quiet what his wife had done

when we'd have kept quiet anyway.

Yeah.

So...

it didn't mean anything then?

You and me.

Kissing a girl,
what's that mean?

Something.

A lot.

You'd better go.

I'm sorry.

You've wasted your time.

Anyone can dream.

The trouble with Amy, she
knows nowt about feelings.

Exposing Mrs. Rome
wouldn't have done no good.

Well, I'd known for
sometime she were a fake.

I'd have told you.
But thought you believed in her.

She got some things right.

That wasn't the point.

She was taking advantage.

I tumbled to her very quick.

And I'll tell you for why,

that spirit guide of hers.

A shaman of the Atahashi tribe

Chief Wet Blanket or some such.

My Harry would never discuss his
personal problems with a Red Indian.

And he kept saying he was
so happy in a better place

where everything was perfect.

Well, that's not Harry.

He'd find a bit of
fault in workmanship

in the Gates of Paradise.

Then why did you
keep going back?

Mrs. Rome's front room
was the only place

I could talk about
Harry non-stop.

It were worth £25 an hour.

Amy wants you to go
and live with them.

That's the other reason
the money was worth it.

I tell her, "Harry says,
I must be independent."

You know, I put the bolster
down the middle of the bed

and sleep beside it
with one arm over.

Pretending it's him.

Well, Amy wouldn't allow that.

He's back.

I'll go.

I went to warn her.

She knew already
as a matter of fact.

You can have my
resignation if you want.

I'll go upstairs and pack.

Your supper will be
ready in 20 minutes.

You better have a bit of a wash.

And there'll be work
to do in the morning.

Trying to get the rest of
our fee out of Amy Todd.

You're right Mrs. Wainthropp.

You're right.