12x07 - The Great and the Good

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WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Please! Please, no!

(SCREAMS) Somebody help me!

(WAILS) No!

(WINDOW RATTLING)

Help me! Please.

Someone.
Please, help me!

There's someone in the house!

Please help me!
(GROWLS)

(SCREAMS) Help!

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll be up in a minute.

Did you hear that?

The school teacher's having
hysterics again.

WOMAN: Please help me!

Imogen?

(CLATTERING)

I think it's Connie.
Of course it's Connie.

Get over there.

All right. Keep your hair on.

CONNIE: Help me! Please!

Please! There's somebody in my
house!

There's somebody in my house!
It's Connie.

I gathered.

Oh, thank God! Thank God.

Could you come down and let us in?
He's on the stairs.

Or the landing. I think he's on the
landing.

Don't you think he might have
scarpered by now?

You think so?
What with the noise, sort of thing.

Well, you could throw the door key
down.

Just a minute.

Not a lot of fabric in that nightie,
is there? I mean that in the nicest
possible way.

Oi, oi. Neighbourhood Watch is here.
What's happened?

Connie thinks there's an intruder.
Again.

Still on the landing, she reckons,
having screamed the house down.

Well, maybe we should suspend
judgment, until we can ascertain
what has actually occurred.

Yeah. Precisely.
I've just remembered.

There's a spare key
under the flower pot.

Right, OK.

Got it.
OK.

Don't you worry, Connie. We'll be up
there in a moment, sweetheart.

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

It's all right, Connie. We're here.

(SIGHS)

Did you see someone?

Shh. Don't worry. If there's anyone
in the house, we're gonna find them.

Right, lads?
Yeah. Yeah.

Do you want to go and look around,
then?

Yeah.
Right.

There was definitely someone there.
I swear. Imogen!

Are you all right?
There was someone on the landing.

Really.

Well, that's awful.

Do you think perhaps you need your
dressing gown?

I'm serious. There was definitely
someone in the house.

Why is this happening?

JONES: Overactive imagination,
according to some of the neighbours.

This is from the officers who
answered the call.

What about the other neighbours?
Well, not quite so dismissive.

Someone was seen loitering not far
from her cottage two weeks ago, late
at night.

Then a month ago she told friends
she thought someone had been in her
house -

reckoned things had been moved.

But she has been found sleepwalking
a couple of times on the village
green.

In a bit of an agitated state,
apparently.

I mean, whatever the truth of it,

the officers who answered the call
said she wasn't putting it on;

that she genuinely was very
frightened.

What does she do, this lady?

She's the village school teacher.

Oh, Connie. Connie Bishop.
Yes, the Mrs Barnaby knows her.

Well, I've always taken her for a
very serious, sensible young woman.

Well, there's no sign of a forced
entry. Windows shut, back door
locked.

She kept a spare key under a flower
pot, though.

And who knew about that?
Only half the village.

Only half the village. Yeah.

CONNIE: And twisting!

Keep going.

Jacqueline, can you take over,
please? Listen to Jacqueline.

Mr Barnaby? Miss Connie Bishop.
This is Detective Sergeant Jones.

'Connie', please.
Beautiful spot.

Oh, we're very lucky.
The building was donated by Harold
Frobisher years ago.

About last night...
Ah.

I'm afraid I may be wasting your
time.

I think I must have been dreaming.

Well, let's hope you were.

Well, better that than having a real
intruder.

Well, yes, I suppose so.

The officers who attended the scene
said you were sure it wasn't a
dream.

Well, yes. I do remember waking up
and then hearing the noises.

The footsteps on the landing and
creaking floorboards.

But people do sometimes dream
they've woken up, don't they?

When they are, in fact, still
dreaming.

I can't think what else it could
have been.

I mean, I didn't think much about it
at the time, when Jim said the back
door was bolted.

Councillor Hanley, Neighbourhood
Watch man - one of the first on the
scene.

And all the windows were closed.

I was leaning out of my window,
calling for help.

I would have seen anybody escaping
through the front door.

So, there couldn't have been anybody
there.

Now, listen. I understand absolutely
what you're saying,

but just to be on the safe side, and
for your own peace of mind,

I think you should consider changing
the lock on the front door.

Really?
Really.

And you mustn't leave your spare key
under the flower pot.

Yes. Fair enough.

Now, this is my number.

And do not feel embarrassed to give
us a ring

the second you think you've got
another intruder. All right?

There you go. That should help you
sleep more easily.

You're very kind.
I'm sure there won't be anything.

Odds are she was imagining it.

But the fact that back door was
locked from the inside

doesn't rule out the possibility
there really was an intruder, does
it?

And if there was an intruder,
he could have left by that back door,

come in again with the others, locked
the back door from the inside before
anyone saw it,

to make it look as if no-one could
have left that way.

Hmm. Yeah.

Or just stayed in the house and
pretended to come in with the
others.

Yes.

Yes, I think we ought to keep an open
mind.

Yeah.

Chairman of the Frobisher Night
committee?

I never understood why she was
appointed in the first place.

I can't see her running it for much
longer. Can you?

Leaning out of windows in the middle
of the night, screaming?

Are you certain there's nothing in
it?

Oh, please!

She lives in an
utter fantasy world.

No, allowing her to continue as
Chairperson just wouldn't be fair to
her.

Quite apart from the charity.

We have to take steps.

And frankly, I'd like to know what's
on her conscience...

..because there's something there,
causing all the nightmares.

(SIGHS)

Oh, hello! Looking lovely, as usual.
Thank you.

If it's to do with Committee
business, we must wait for Connie.

If you would just let...
And did anyone tell Connie that the
meeting had been brought forward?

Mrs Stroud, don't you think it would
be kind to take a little weight off
Connie's shoulders just now?

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm just canvassing opinion.

Mrs Richardson? Miss Bishop is here.

Ah, Connie, come in!

Come in. You made it.
How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm fine.

You don't look your usual sparkling
self. Are you sure you're feeling up
to it?

What exactly is wrong with the
heating at the hall?

Good question!
And then there's the leaking roof.

Zukie's suggesting that we hire an
all-weather marquee for Frobisher Night.

On the green.

And I really think a sizable chunk
of what we raise should go towards
the new hall this year.

Do you know how much all-weather
marquees cost?

Oh, don't you worry about that.

Don't worry? Frobisher Night is
about trying to raise money,

not squander it away on expensive
marquees.

Now, you mustn't get upset.

I'm not getting upset.

And we've always had Frobisher Night
at the hall.

Darling, if we want to attract the
kind of people who are going to bid
serious money at the auctions,

then we've got to provide the kind
of venue in which they'll feel at
home.

Oh, dear.

You have been badly shaken, haven't
you?

I'm perfectly fine.

(CRYING) So stupid!

I'm sorry. (SOBS)

Ah, Jenny, tea. Perfectly timed.

(CONNIE GROANS)

It's not about raising extra cash
for good causes.

It's about raising her profile with
the local bigwigs.

The glitterati.

That's what ladies who lunch a lot
live for.

She's right about us needing a new
hall.

The school gets way, way too much of
the proceeds, anyway.

And if we're honest, there aren't
enough children to even justify it
being there.

The school is the heart of the
village. And the children are the
future.

Feel a song coming on, Jim? (LAUGHS)

Oh, you can laugh.
We have to make a stand.

Somebody has to.

At the end.

Jim...!

What is it with him these days?
(DOOR CLOSES)

I told her we could stump up the
money for the deposit, but she just
wouldn't have it.

She has no vision.

And fewer and fewer people attend
each year.

And why people support her...

When you say 'we' can stump up the
money for the deposit...

Oh, I'm sorry, babes. I should have
mentioned it, but I didn't think
you'd mind.

It's only a few hundred.

A thou at the most.

Two.

You don't mind, do you, Howie?

You know how grateful I can be.

It's not about the money.
It's about everyone taking part.

Isn't it?

Come on, then.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

No, no, I was just about to go up.

(RAIN SPLASHING)

No, everything's fine.

(WHIMPERS)

(BLEEP)

MAN ON COMPUTER: 'So, tell me a bit
about yourself, Nymphette .'

I'm a bit bi, a bit hetero. A bit of
everything, really.

'Sounds promising.'
You'd better believe it, Sunnyboy!

No wonder you're always feeling
tired.

Mum!
'Who's that?' Mum!

Well, thanks a lot(!)

You should get out more.

MAN: Nice big smile, please.

Look at the camera, please.
Nice big smile.

(DOG BARKING)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(BARKING)

(CREAKING)

(RAIN SPLASHING)

(CREAKING)

Mungo?

(THUNDER)

(RATTLING)

(RATTLING CONTINUES)

Who is it?

(RAIN SPLASHING)

(THUNDER)

(SCREAMS) Help me, please!

She's certain she bolted the back
door before she went to bed...
This way.

And? -And when she came down,
it was wide open.

He must have got in when I let Mungo
out, before I locked up.

You left the door open?
I let Mungo out.

The phone rang, so I answered it.

I was only gone a minute.

And you think someone entered the
house during that time?

That's all I can think of.

Who was it made the phone call?
Lettie.

Mrs Stroud.

Sir...
Yeah?

You should see this.
What is it?

You stay there.

The blood's hardly congealed.

It's Councillor Hanley, the
Neighbourhood Watch guy.

I noticed that Miss Bishop's hair was
damp. It was wet.

Did she have a shower?

Well...we didn't realise there was a
body at the end of the garden, sir.

We thought she should warm up.
She was muddy and cold through from
the rain.

Right. Get forensics.

Yes, sir.

(TEARFULLY) I can't believe it.
Poor Jim.

Have you any idea what he might have
been doing in your garden,

back of your house, middle of the
night?

No.

Is there anything missing from the
house?

I haven't looked yet.
Well, if you could. At some point.

Don't be ridiculous!
OFFICER: Madam!

Connie...

Oh, you! What is going on?

You poor girl.

Is it true? It's Councillor Hanley?

Yes, it is.

I knew there was something wrong.
I knew it.

How did you know?
He was troubled.

He was very troubled. I should have
taken more notice, listened to him.

Sir, Mr Bullard's here.
Ah.

She can't stay here. I'm going to
take her back to our house.
She can come with us.

Yes, that's very good. We'll talk
again tomorrow.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Well, Tom, it was a very sharp
Kn*fe.

Used approximately one and a half
hours ago.

About the time the intruder was in
Connie's house.

Assuming there was one.

I still can't believe it's happened.
Terrible.

I see you're looking after Connie's
dog.

We always have Mungo when Connie's
at work.

Home from home, isn't it, boy?

He knows us pretty well now.

Now, Mrs Stroud... Oh, thank you.

You said last night you thought Jim
Hanley was 'troubled',

and you felt you should have listened
to him more.

Yes.

It was a conversation we had in the
pub.

This is the Black Swan?
Yes.

I was talking to him about the
Frobisher Committee.

Ah, Frobisher Night.
The dinner-dance thing?

Yes, and how I wished he hadn't
resigned the chairmanship.

And then he started talking about...?
Reputations and secrets.

He'd had a few drinks by then, so I
wasn't taking him too seriously.

'Something about how sometimes
secrets have to be revealed.'

Go on, Councillor - get it off your
chest. It's always best, you know.

(WEARILY) Easy for you to say.

Don't be such a drama queen.

Nah, nah, let the poor man drown his
sorrows. What are you having, Jim?

At the time, I thought it was just
Jim being his moody old self.

You knew the Councillor quite well?
years.

I served with him at the council for
.

But I don't think I ever knew him
really well.

He was very polite and reasonable,
but there was always something in
reserve - you know?

Mrs Stroud, do you know why Jim
Hanley resigned from the Frobisher
Committee?

I know he didn't enjoy it as much as he
used to, before Zukie and the rest joined.

We had to put up with them because
Zukie's husband has been so generous
over the years.

To the charity.

Poor man. She well and truly has got
her claws into him.

What about friends and family of the
Councillor?

Not really. Divorced years ago.
No children.

We were wondering whether the man I
saw outside Connie's house

might have anything to do with it.

You were the one who saw this man
acting suspiciously?

Yeah, he rushed off when he saw me.
Otherwise, I don't think I'd have
noticed.

So, what was he doing?
It was dark.

I didn't get a good look,

but it was in almost the same place
Jim Hanley was k*lled, so I just
wondered.

OK, that's it.
(BELL)

Inside.

Thank you.

Hi.
Hi.

I thought I'd just... I heard about
last night. Sounds terrible.

Wasn't great.

Anyway, I just wanted to say, if
there's anything I could do...

I wanted to thank you for the other
night. I was just helping out.

I don't normally hang out of
windows, calling for young men to
come and rescue me!

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know what the women of the
village think of me.

Oh, well, we've all been there.

I mean...I didn't mean...

Because obviously, we...we haven't
erm...

Yeah... I think that's my phone.

Thank you, Justin.

(DOOR BELL)

Good morning. I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID,

and this is Detective Sergeant Jones.

We'd like to talk to Mrs Richardson,
please.

Come in.
Thank you.

This way.

ZUKIE: If we get the hall back in
proper condition, it's something the
whole community can use.

MAN: Let me think about it.
We're not talking about a huge
amount of money...

Mrs Richardson...
Just a minute.

It's far less than you donated to
the school.

That was money well spent.
Mrs Richardson?

(ANGRILY) Will you please...

Inspector Barnaby, and Detective
er...Constable... Who was it?

Detective Sergeant Jones.

This must be about Councillor Hanley. Terrible thing.
-Thank you, Jenny. That'll be all.

Yes, it is about Councillor Hanley,
and we're talking to everyone that
knew him.

Of course.

Oh, this is my husband, Howard.

Mr Richardson.

Shocking. Please...

I really only knew him from the
Committee work.

He seemed a pleasant enough man.

Er...Mr Richardson, did you know him
at all?

Erm...nice man, I thought.

I can't imagine he had any enemies.

Wasn't anything to do with
Neighbourhood Watch, was it?

We just don't know, sir.

He was very fond of Connie, of
course.

'Very fond'?

Well, if I'm brutally honest, it
was...bordering on obsession.

Connie didn't mention it?

How did this erm...obsession manifest
itself?

Oh, body language.

He couldn't disguise it.
It was very odd.

Still, some people like needy types,
don't they?

Were you aware of it, sir -
this obsession?

I didn't see much of him, so I
couldn't really comment.

There's no question it had anything
to do with Connie?

We're not ruling anyone out or in at
this moment, sir.

Where were you both between : and
: last night?

I was in bed with my husband.

We went up at about , didn't we,
Howard?

I came up a bit later.

You were already asleep, actually.

It must have been about : .

And ten times five, William, is...?

Fifty.
Brilliant. Fifty.

Look!
(LAUGHTER)

Can you take over, please?
Listen to Jacqueline.

OK, shh. Next one. Who can tell me
eleven times five?

I was just passing, and I thought
I'd er...drop in and disrupt your
class for a bit.

Well, ten out of ten! No, it's about
that lock you needed changing.

I just wondered whether it's
convenient for me to pop round this
evening, take a look at it.

I'd say the Councillor had a bit of
a soft spot for Connie.

Not sure I'd say he was obsessive.

And his relationship with Zukie
Richardson?

He put up with her.
Like we all do.

God knows what old Howard sees in
her.

No fool like an old fool.

His money inherited?
Oh, no. Started his own electronics
company. Retired now.

Is he involved in a lot of charities?

Yeah, but understated. You know?
Put a shed-load into the village
school.

They've got the building as long as
they want it now. All repairs and
upkeep taken care of.

Everything?
The whole lot.

Good evening.
I saw you at the school today.

Really? I didn't have you down as a
curtain-twitcher.

I hope you're not taking advantage of
Connie's vulnerable state.

She's asked me to go and take a look
at her front-door locks.

Not that it's any business of yours,
mate.

Is there a problem?

It's laughing boy who's got a
problem.

Just...just don't take advantage of
her.

I'm going round to Connie's later to
sort out her locks...

as I think you suggested.

It's amazing, innit? You try and do
your bit to help.

All you get is sculptors abusing
you.

Keep it civil, gentlemen.

Planning notice.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Oh, an extension.

You'd need a ladder to get into the
upstairs windows.

Yeah, it's fairly secluded,
if there was a ladder handy.

There are window locks.
I think they're OK.

I can get Laurence to have a look
when he comes.

That's a good idea.
What a lovely garden you have.

Thank you.

I see you've got a planning
application for an extension.

Would you lose a lot of the garden?

Quite a bit, sadly.

Assuming the permission comes
through.

Actually, I'm not sure it will now.

Jim was always positive about the
chances, but as he's gone...

Was he on the planning committee?

That's right. I hope that doesn't
make me sound callous.

No, of course it doesn't.

I'll miss him.
Hm.

Miss Bishop, we have to ask: do you
have a boyfriend at the moment?

No, I don't. And to be honest,
I can't really see the relevance.

We've heard that erm...Councillor
Hanley was interested in you...
romantically.

'Obsessed' was the word used.

That's ridiculous.
Jim was just a nice man.

We got on well. We were friends.

You didn't ever feel he was
attracted to you?

No. Not in that way.

And I think it says more about the
people making the accusation than
the person they're accusing.

I can probably make a wild s*ab at
who it might have been.

I think Connie could do with a bit
of company, now that she's back at
the cottage.

That's right. She'll be getting all
spooked over there on her own.

What about it, Justin? I'm sure
she'd be pleased with a bit of
company.

Play your cards right - you could
get your slippers under the bed

and get your old house back into the
bargain.

That's not funny, Vince.
Why not?

We all know you hated selling the
place.

You could have your cake and eat it
there.

Oh, I don't think our sculptor would
know his cake

if it jumped up and bit him on the
snout.

(CHUCKLES)
Talking of which...

..I'm feeling a little bit peckish
myself.

Evenin', all.

How's Connie getting on, do you
think?

Maybe you should ask her yourself.

If you care for her. Do you?

Course I do.

It's just, every time I get near her,
I start talking gibberish.

I'm all right until I get close to
her, and then some halfwit takes
control of my brain.

Oh, dear. You have got it bad,
haven't you?

But you know, it's not the end of
the world.

If someone's fond of you, they'll
put up with the occasional bouts of
drivel.

(IMOGEN SNORTS)

Well, that all seems secure enough.

When Justin had the house, he made
sure they did a good job.

Well, he may be all right with
household security, but he's not so
hot on manners.

I couldn't believe what he was
saying down at the pub just now.

What did he say? Well, he was going
on about how keen you were on him.

'Gagging for it' was the charming
phrase he used.

I know. I always thought he was OK.

But that wasn't the worst of it, I'm
afraid.

He said he might hitch up with you,

because he might end up living in
his old house again.

'Having his cake and eating it' was
the way he put it.

Amazing how wrong you can be about
people, isn't it?

But then again, maybe it was just
his idea of a joke. I don't know.

Mmm. Now, this is the lock you want
fixed - yeah?

Yeah.

The marquee's booked.
It's going to be fabulous.

Oh, hello, darling.

Zukie. How lovely to see you.
Coming to Frobisher Night?

Frobisher Night? When's that?

Oh, you must come!

It's going to be totally different
this year.

We've got an all-weather marquee on
the green, fantastic caterers,

a top DJ person.

Nothing at all like previous years.
You must come.

Well, I...
Leave it with me.

I'll drop the tickets round.
Say no more. See you there.

OK, thanks.

Zukie! All the tickets are gone.

I'll sort something out.

She's just the kind of person we
need.

Morning.
Oh...absolutely fine.

I'm really enjoying living in my
lovely cottage.

I didn't realise you liked it quite
that much.

Sorry? I've never 'gagged' for
anything in my life!

He was chairperson.
Considered a bit of a tough nut, was
Councillor Hanley,

when it came to planning
applications. Why do you ask?

Well, I was wondering about the
planning application for Connie
Bishop's house.

Ah, the extension.
What's the situation there?

Oh, it has every chance of going
through.

Jim had actually told me, off the
record, that he thoroughly approved.

Connie's sister and the three
children are moving in.

Er...a bad divorce, and it was all
very difficult, I think.

Pretty much homeless.

Jim was very pleased at the idea of
more children in the village.

Bolster the school numbers.

We've heard the relation between Jim
Hanley and Connie Bishop described
as...an obsession.

Obsession? No.

Mildly infatuated, possibly.

In an 'older man, younger woman'
kind of a way.

But he would never have done
anything.

Oh, Mrs Richardson.
Ah, I've caught you in.

Excellent.

What a lovely garden you have.

Oh, thank you.
Well, we do try to keep it nice...

Yes. Erm...I wanted to ask you a
favour, Jean.

Well, if we can help in any way...
Oh, it's Mrs Richardson.

Hello there. Lovely day.

Yes. I was wondering about your
tickets for Frobisher Night.

I wondered whether you might give
them up this year.

Give them up?

Oh, but we go every year.

Yes, well, that's rather the point.

We wondered if you might give
somebody else a chance this time
around.

Have you actually ever bought
anything at the auction?

Well...we got that sirloin of beef
that time. Didn't we, Ted?

That's right.

Yes, well, a sirloin of beef isn't
really what it's about this year.

We do have some lavish and
extraordinary lots.

So, if you don't feel you can
realistically contribute,

you might want to give somebody else
a chance.

Have you got them handy?

There we are. All done.

CONNIE: Thank you!

Would you like me to be a key-holder
for the spare?

Might be a little bit safer than
where it was before.

Or someone else. Just...don't leave
it under the flower pot.

No, no. You keep it. Thanks.

Trust me. I'm a locksmith.

Hello, hello.

It seems a rather nice little Rioja
has found its way into my tool box.

How extraordinary(!)

Oh. And there's a corkscrew, as
well.

How about that? What do you say?

Do you know, I could just do with a
drink.

I'll get the glasses.

(MAN LAUGHING)

(RAIN SPLASHING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

MAN: 'k*ll him.'

'k*ll him.'

'k*ll him!'

(GROANS)

(RAIN ON WINDOW PANES)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

LAURENCE: I can't move.
Come on.

I'll have to stay the night.
You can't stay the night.
I can stay the night!

(CHUCKLES) You can't stay the night.

Why not? The wine is stronger
than I thought. Have mercy on me.

Come on! All right.
You can stay in the summer house.

(DOG BARKING)
Come on, then. Show me where it is.

(RAIN SPLASHING)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

(SCREAMS)

(PHONE RINGING)

(Hello?)

(No, no.)
Well, I'm awake now.

No. Oh, sorry. Go on. Go on.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

I hope you find the k*ller soon,
Tom. I'm looking forward to a decent
night's sleep.

I think Mrs Barnaby feels the same
way, too.

OK. From what I can see, the m*rder
w*apon is similar or the same

as the one used on Councillor
Hanley.

And look at the way he's lying - it
doesn't take much effort to cut a
throat.

Doesn't look like there was a
struggle.

There was a fair amount of alcohol.
He was probably comatose.

Time of death?
: , give or take half an hour.

He'd come over to change the locks,
and then produced a bottle of wine.

We had a drink or two.

Why was he in the summer house?

Well, he said he was too drunk to
get home.

I think he was making a kind of
clumsy play to stay the night.

I said he couldn't, but he could
stay in the summer house, so I...

And then? And then I went back into
the house and went to bed.

Why did you go back out to the summer
house at er...what time was it?

About : .

At : .
Why did you go back out there?

I had a bad dream.

I just woke up feeling a bit...
dehydrated, hung-over,

and I remembered that Laurence was
in the summer house, so I went to
see if he was still there.

The weather was foul.
You must have had a very good reason
to go back out to the summer house.

(DOOR OPENS)
I just wanted to see if he was OK.

Er...Mrs Stroud's here to see Miss
Bishop, sir.

Yeah, ask her to hang on for a bit,
please.

But I think you ought to stay with
Mrs Stroud again.

At least until forensics have
finished here.

Oh, my God.

What?
I've just remembered.

Laurence said he knew who the
m*rder*r was.

Oh, my God.

Well, who was it?
He didn't say.

He just said he knew who it was.

Connie, what did he say, exactly?

I'd been going on about how people
in the village thought I was crazy,

and half of them probably thought
I'd k*lled Jim Hanley,

and he said he knew I hadn't.

I said it was sweet of him to say
so, but he couldn't really be sure,

and he got sort of irritated and
said...

he knew I hadn't done it, because he
knew who had.

I told him he should tell the
police.

I said he could be in danger, if he
knew who it was.

And then he said he didn't mean it.

That he'd been joking.

But he wasn't joking.
I know he wasn't.

How did you know?

Because he asked me not to mention
it to anyone.

And you don't say that if you've
been joking.

And he gave no clue at all as to who
he thought the m*rder*r was?

No. No, he didn't.

Did you tell anyone about this?
Did you make any phone calls?

No.
I've only just remembered myself.

What do you think, sir?
Is she telling the truth?

You remember Mrs Stroud going on
about Jim Hanley in the pub,

talking about secrets and
reputations?

Well, Laurence was there too, and I
wonder if Laurence got the Councillor
to explain

who he was talking about.

The thing I hate most about all of
this is how suspicious it makes you
of everyone.

I just...I can't trust anyone.

I'm not even sure if I trust myself
any more.

Sometimes I think I'm going mad.

MRS STROUD:
You're bound to feel wobbly.

I can't believe what Justin said.

I thought he was OK.

Now I find out he's a complete...

How could he?

What are you talking about?

You didn't hear what he said in the
pub?

Apparently, he was telling everyone
he thought he'd get hitched up with
me,

so he could get his old house back,

and how it would be easy, because I
was 'gagging for it'.

Justin didn't say that.
Who told you? Was it Laurence?

He was there.
I know he was there. So was I.

Laurence and Vince were winding
Justin up.

They were the ones talking about him
having his cake and eating it.

Justin was actually defending you.

Defending me?
Well, of course he was.

Wasn't Justin upset at what Vince
said about getting his shoes under
Connie's bed?

Yes, he was. Definitely.
See?

Nice cup of tea?
Oh, thank you.

I don't like to speak ill of the
dead, but that swine Laurence

must have been trying to put you off
Justin to give himself a better
chance.

Justin loves you.
You must know that.

He doesn't?
Of course he does.

He's mad about you. Isn't he,
Imogen?

He is. It's just, he doesn't have
the courage to tell you.

I was so rude to him outside the
shop today.

Oh, he'll get over it.

And what's he going to think about
last night?

Talk to him. Explain what happened.

Everything's going to be all right.

Come on!

(DOOR CLOSES)

JONES: So, if what Connie said was
true...

..Laurence may have been k*lled to
stop him revealing who the m*rder*r
was.

But why here? And why last night?

And how did the k*ller know Laurence
would be in the summer house?

At half-past one in the morning.

Could it have been the lurker...
from a couple of weeks ago?

Back again. Happened to see them.

Well, if it was the lurker who was
the k*ller...

..that means our besotted Councillor
Jim Hanley was not.

I think it's time to talk to the wise
man of the village.

(CAR HORN)

ZUKIE: I'm just relieved we took
over when we did.

Connie's obviously in no state to do
anything now.

We're not cancelling Frobisher
Night? Absolutely not!

Deposits have been taken.
MAN: Come on!

Oh, and I've managed to get
commitments from two more local
celebrities and an Honourable.

Wonderful! I'll see you.
See you.

MAN: About time.

Do you think, Vince, that the
er...the lurker...

was someone local?

It was a bit odd, old Jim Hanley
being found there.

In the same spot where Imogen saw
the Peeping Tom.

Do you think Jim Hanley was, you
know, that way inclined?

Well, there were pointed comments
from his wife before they divorced.

She definitely gave the impression
that he was one of life's voyeurs.

Being a Peeping Tom is pretty
reprehensible behaviour,

but having your throat cut seems a
bit extreme.

I don't think we should jump to any
conclusions about the motive just
yet.

I think there's something you should
know. It's not definitely
suspicious, but it was a bit odd.

In the circumstances.

Yes, go on.

It was yesterday, just here.

I saw Connie talking to Justin,
and they had words.
She was very off with him.

Anyway, it was all because of a lie
that Laurence told.

Saying Justin was only interested in
Connie because he wanted to get his
old house back.

'His old house'?
Yeah, where Connie lives now.

Two years ago, when Justin split up
with Claire...

That's his ex. Lovely girl. Didn't
deserve her.

..they had to sell the house, and
Connie bought it.

Anyway, I was thinking...

if Justin found out what Laurence
had been saying about him,

he wouldn't be too pleased.

No, I was never too keen on
Laurence, but that was not a nice
way to go.

Darts team will miss him.

Pushed his luck, though, with his
womanising.

Hmm. That's true. There'll be one or
two people out there with motives.

Not mentioning any names.

Yeah, but he's got to be on their
list, though, hasn't he?

What with his being smitten by
Connie,

and Laurence trying to muscle in on
the two of them.

I'm not saying he's the murdering
kind, of course.

Very decent of you, Vince.
Thank you(!)

Mind you, I'm not so sure you could
say the same about the subject of
his affections.

Definitely a troubled soul, our
Connie.

What with her nightmares and
sleepwalking

and screams in the middle of the
night.

Who knows what's going on inside
that head of hers?

Connie's the gentlest of people.

Absolutely. Lovely person.

I'm sure you're right.

But it's worth bearing in mind that
anyone who's shown any amorous
interest in her so far

has ended up with
their throat cut.

I'm going off this pub.

Oh! I thought I might find you here.

Hello.
Oh, sorry. Do you want to go in?

Actually, Justin, it was you I
wanted to talk to.

Oh. Shall we...?

So, er...how have you been getting
on?

Well, I'm staying at Mrs Stroud's,
but it's not ideal.

I've decided to go back to the
cottage tomorrow.

The police should be finished by
then.

Are you sure you'll be all right
there on your own?

Well, that's why I wanted to talk to
you.

You know you said, if there was
anything you could do for me, to
just ask?

Yeah.

I wondered if you might come over
for supper tomorrow.

I think I'm gonna find the evenings
a bit difficult, and I could do with
the company.

If you're not doing anything.

No, no, of course. I'd love to.

Oh, great. About : ?

Great.

See you then.

And the entrance here, I think.

Excellent. Good.

Excuse me.

I think it's going to be fabulous!
I just pray there isn't another
m*rder.

Well, they say bad things come in
threes.

You know, Jane, sometimes you can be
very negative.

(HORN BLARING)

Not there!

I didn't particularly like Laurence.
Actually, I positively disliked him.

Ah. And why's that?

He was a liar, full of himself,
rude. The list goes on.

And you didn't like him flirting
with Connie?

She should have had more sense than
to have anything to do with him.

How long have you known Connie?

Erm...I met her when I was showing
her round the cottage.

You lived there with your ex-wife,
didn't you?

Girlfriend.
What happened there?

She walked out on me.

She needed her half of the house, so
we had to sell.

I'm not a wealthy man.

Well, we'll need her contact
details.

Well, she's quite good friends with
Imogen. Try her.

Imogen Stroud?

They used to say they were going to
yoga classes, and they were out on
the pull together.

I'm not sure which one's worse.

Pretty weird, wanting the house,

with all the bad memories of a
broken relationship.

You'd think he'd want a fresh start
somewhere else.

Mind you, it's pretty odd, Connie
wanting to move back in so soon.

Well, people can be funny about
houses.

I'd like to hear the ex's side of
things, anyway.

Claire? Yeah, check up on her, will
you?

See if she really has sunk without
trace.

Yes, sir.

Chief Inspector.
Mrs Menzies.

Terrible thing about the murders.

Are there any developments at all?

We're working on it.

The show must go on, must it?

Frobisher Night has never been
cancelled.

The good causes do rely on us.

And, well, there's just too much
invested.

Very expensive, is it?

Howard Richardson's guaranteeing the
fee.

Ah, the millionaire benefactor.

Yes...though I'm not sure quite how
many of his millions he has now.

Well, some trophy wives are just
more high-maintenance than others.

There we are. Thanks very much.

Oh, what can I do for you?

Justin's ex-girlfriend, Claire
Cooper.

Do you know how we can get hold of
her?

No, I've no idea.

Well, he said you knew her quite
well.

Well, not that well. We used to go
to yoga classes together.

I don't understand why you're
asking.

Oh, just general background - you
know.

What was their relationship like?

Not great. They went out with each
other for a couple of years,

bought the cottage together, and
then they just drifted apart.

Do you know why?
They were never very well suited.

Do you know if she kept in touch
with anyone in the village?

I don't know.
I haven't heard it mentioned.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

HOWARD: Drop it! Fergie, drop it!

ZUKIE: Leave! Oh, my God!

She just went into that tangle and
came out with it.

(ZUKIE TALKING SOFTLY)

Looks like the m*rder w*apon, sir.
George, what do you think?

It certainly could be the w*apon
used. It looks sharp enough.

I know we can't afford very much,

but we've been going to Frobisher
Night for years.

And Peggy and June - well, they've
been going nearly that long as well.

She asked for their tickets back,
too?

Didn't you know?
No, I did not.

How dare you? Those people have been
the lifeblood of Frobisher Night for
years,

and you tell them to give up their
tickets!

My dear, I think your judgment's a
bit clouded.

It's about raising money for
charity,

and your friends just don't have
that much money to give.

It's about the community
contributing. They look forward to
it all year.

We're going to raise much more than
before.

Well, I won't be there. I've already
given my tickets to the Fullers.
I want no part of it.

Have you heard they found the m*rder
w*apon?

(DOG BARKING)

Hi.
(DULLY) Come in.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Erm...
I brought you some flowers.

They're beautiful.
Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry. Look at me!

I'm really glad to see you.

Oh, what a day I've had.

That Zukie Richardson - honestly...!

What happened?
Oh, I don't want to talk about it.

I just want to forget about her and
enjoy myself.

She won't be ruining this evening.

Come on. Let's get some water for
these flowers.

Good night.

You know, the first time that
sleepwalking was used as a defence
at a m*rder trial

was Massachusetts, USA, ,

when a certain Albert Tyrell was
charged with murdering a...'lady of
the night'...

having set fire to her brothel.

Huh.

He got off scot-free.

Be different if he'd set fire to a
nunnery.

Oh, so young and so cynical.

Have you found Justin's
ex-girlfriend?

Not a trace.
No?

Oh, well, it can wait until the
morning.

Well, I've had enough. I'm off.
Catch up on some sleep.

You did check Missing Persons,
didn't you?

Yes, sir. I can't find any record of
her since she split up with Justin.

All right.
I'll see you in the morning.

Good night, sir.

(CONNIE LAUGHING)

(CONNIE AND JUSTIN LAUGHING)

Two extra bedrooms and a bathroom.

And downstairs, it will be a nice,
roomy kitchen-diner, and a snug.

Wow. It looks very good.

What a fantastic evening!
I've really enjoyed it.

Me too.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, is that the time? Erm...

I should be going.

It's been really nice having you
here, Justin.

Someone I can trust.
Does that sound odd?

No, no. Not at all.

There's a bed made up in the spare
room.

How would you feel about staying the
night?

It's just...it's my first night back
in the house,

and it would be really reassuring to
have someone here.

With me.
Of course.

I mean, if you have to get back...
No, no.

I'd be happy to stay.

Fantastic.

Sometimes...bed is just the best
place to be.

If you're allowed
to get some sleep.

Well, tonight, I have taken
precautions.

(MOUTHING)

What?

(MOUTHING)

Very funny(!)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

(DOOR HANDLE RATTLING)

Connie?

Connie, are you awake?

Perhaps you should wake up now.

Connie...Connie...

Don't you think you'd better wake up
now, Connie?

Connie!
(GASPS)

Connie!
(WHIMPERING)

Connie!
(SCREAMS) Connie!

(CONNIE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Oh, here we go again.

Open up!
Open up!

Open up!

It's all right. You're all right.

(CONNIE CRYING)

Justin?

Well, yeah.

(PHONE RINGING)

Aren't you going to answer it?

I thought you were wearing ear
plugs. I didn't like them.

You can't hear anything.

He's claiming Connie was
sleepwalking. Came into his room and
got into bed with him.

What about the injuries, sir?
Er...I was trying to hold her off.

VINCE: Course you were(!)
Shh.

She was getting quite...well,
amorous. In her sleep.

Poor you(!)
Be quiet, please.

I didn't think it would be a good
start to our relationship if she
woke up...

mid-session, so to speak.

CONNIE: Let me go.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, Justin...

It's me you should be arresting.

Can we talk, please?

Yes.

I'm the one who should be locked up.

For my sake and for everyone else's.

No. Look, you were sleepwalking.

You woke up in what you thought was
a threatening situation and you
lashed out.

I do not think that is an
imprisonable offence.

But you don't...

You don't know what you've done when
you've been sleepwalking, do you?

And you don't always know whether or
not you've been sleepwalking when
you wake up.

You're talking about the murders,
aren't you?

You know I said I had a dream the
night Laurence was k*lled?

Well, I didn't tell you everything.

When I looked down at my hand, in
the dream...

..I was holding a Kn*fe.

And I heard a voice, inside my
head...

..saying, 'k*ll him'...

..over and over.

And the night Jim Hanley d*ed...

..and I found the back door open...

(SNIFFLING) ..I think there were
muddy boot prints by the back door.

My sort of size.

And they got smeared with all the
coming and going

of the police and everything.

But I don't know how they got there.

I know I should have mentioned it
before.

I'm sorry.

So, you think you put on your boots
in your sleep...

..went outside, k*lled someone,

in your sleep?

Homicidal somnambulism.

I don't believe in that, Connie, and
I don't believe you should, either.

But were there any traces of blood on
you?

On your hands or anywhere?

I had a shower.
Oh, yeah.

I didn't do it on purpose or
anything.

I was just all muddy and wet,
and I needed to warm up.

(TEARFULLY) Any traces of blood
would have been washed away.

Oh...!

(CONNIE CRYING)

(GASPS)

(THUD)
(CHATTER ON RADIO)

JOYCE: The words 'bull' and 'china
shop' spring to mind.

Oh, are you awake, love?
What happened?

This case, Joyce, is taking a
turn...towards the bizarre.

Connie Bishop says that she may be
the one

who slit the throats of our two
m*rder victims.

Yeah. In her sleep.

What on earth put that idea into her
head?

Well, she says she's a regular
sleepwalker,

and she had a dream on the night of
the second m*rder,

where she's holding this Kn*fe,

while a voice inside her head kept
saying, 'k*ll him, k*ll him.'

But I can't believe that Connie
Bishop is our k*ller. Can you?

Anyway, she wanted to be in a prison
cell tonight.

For her own protection and everyone
else's, she said.

So, that's what we've done,
to err on the side of caution.

Do you want to turn out the light?

Oh, I'm really going to drop off
easily now(!)

Of course, sleepwalking can be used
as a valid defence against a m*rder
charge.

Don't tempt me.

Think how many meals on wheels this
would pay for.

Oh, and the carpet!

Two tickets -
you're welcome to them.

Oh, that is so kind of you!

We'll be able to fit in the Monrows,
after all.

You must know them. She's the model
and he's the famous divorce lawyer.

Yes, I do. A couple
of social-climbing non-entities.

But I'm sure you'll get along
swimmingly.

Shop?
Yep.

You released Connie?

Well, she was talking about booking
in for another night tonight,
so I said we'd play it by ear.

Got a bit of interesting news,
though.

I've just been talking to Justin's
ex, Claire, on the phone.

Imogen contacted her after we'd seen
her, and explained how we're trying
to get hold of her.

So, they did keep in touch.
Yeah.

Anyway, Claire says Justin wasn't
violent at all during their
relationship.

If anything, he was too nice.

So, there goes your 'body under the
patio' theory.

Yeah.
But there is something.

Something about this house.

It all revolves around this house.

Come on.

m*rder one on the pathway at the
bottom of Connie's garden.

m*rder two in the summer house.

Laurence's death.

Let's assume for a moment, shall we,
that Connie was telling us the truth?

Laurence told Connie that he knew
the identity of the m*rder*r.

But he didn't tell her the name.

She told him to tell the police,

because knowing the identity of the
m*rder*r meant

that he might be in danger himself,
from the m*rder*r.

But Laurence said that the m*rder*r
didn't know that he knew.

Perhaps Laurence was blackmailing
them...anonymously.

Yeah. Yes.

And that's probably the best
explanation

for why he didn't tell the police.

And then he's k*lled.
m*rder*d in his sleep.

Cold-blooded, premeditated m*rder.

As if whoever did it

wanted to prevent their identity from
being revealed...

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

..or just to get sh*t of a
blackmailer.

But how or when did they realise it
was Laurence?

Laurence was virtually passing out

when Connie put him to bed in the
summer house.

He couldn't have talked to anyone.

And Connie said that she didn't,
either.

So, the m*rder*r knew that
Laurence knew who they were,

which also means the m*rder*r would
have known it was Laurence who was
blackmailing them.

Yeah. But why wait until Laurence
comes up here to Connie's cottage?

Wouldn't that make it more risky?

I mean, why not k*ll him as soon as
they knew?

Yeah.
(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

It's voice-mail.

Forensics want me to give them a
call. Oh, yes.

A bit quick for a result on the
blood.

I was holding a Kn*fe, and I heard a
voice inside my head...

..saying, 'k*ll him.'

What on earth put that idea into her
head?

Well, she's a regular sleepwalker.

(STAIRS CREAKING)

CONNIE: Footsteps on the landing.

Creaking floorboards.

People sometimes do dream they've
woken up, don't they?

And they are still dreaming. I can't
think what else it could have been.

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

Bit of a shocker, sir.
Yeah?

They haven't got a match on the
blood,

but they managed to get a partial
print off the Kn*fe handle.

It's Connie Bishop's.
Definite match?

Well, it looks like she's tried to
wipe it clean and missed a bit.

So, if the blood matches the
victim's, Connie is our k*ller.

So, what's going on, sir?
Was she genuinely sleepwalking

and didn't know what she was doing?

Or was it all a double bluff, and
she was compos mentis all the time?

That is a very good question, Jones.

We are in a different venue tonight.

As I'm sure you will all have
realised,

it was the idea and the inspiration
of a wonderful human being...

Hear, hear!
..who I happen to know rather well.

That's much better, understated like
that. Yeah!

You're on better form this evening.
Yeah.

I think everything's going to turn
out all right.

Course it will! (TUTS)

We've got so many of the same CDs.

Thank you.

You know you can stay here, if you
want?

After what happened?

Well, I might have to tie you down
to the bed, but...! (LAUGHS)

I mean...I didn't mean...
I know what you meant.

Bloody people.

Well, he said he'd be here.

Come on! Follow me.

Yes, sir.

Yes, please.
Lovely.

What about Connie's fingerprints on
the Kn*fe?

Well, if the k*ller could get into
Connie's cottage while she was
asleep,

he could have pressed the Kn*fe
handle onto her fingers.

She'd been drinking, had a bottle or
two.

The k*ller knew she wouldn't wake up
easily. Could even have triggered the
dream.

(BLEEPING)

I didn't mention it earlier, because
I thought the k*ller might, you
know, be listening in.

Didn't see any harm in suggesting
that Connie was our chief suspect.

Lull him into a false sense of
security.

But if it wasn't Connie, how did the
m*rder*r get into the cottage after
k*lling Laurence?

She'd just had her locks changed.

I've spoken to Connie. Apparently,
she gave the spare key to Laurence
for safe-keeping.

But I've also spoken to Georgie
Bullard.

No sign of any key on the body.

I think the k*ller took the key to
get into this house.

Ahh.

I believe our m*rder*r was listening
in,

when Laurence volunteered to become a
key-holder.

Trust me. I'm a locksmith.

'So, he knew that Laurence would
have it with him in the summer
house.'

STEPHENS: That's interesting.

It's not just a listening device.

Someone's transmitting to here, as
well.

Connected to the amplifier and the
speakers.

Better check the radios upstairs, as
well.

The on-off switch has been
circumvented.

So, you can turn it on remotely?
Looks like it.

DJ: Ladies and gentlemen, can you
all take your seats, please?

(DOOR OPENING)

OK. You can listen or play back
recorded sounds.

Or speak directly into the
microphone.

k*ll him.

(OVER SPEAKERS) 'k*ll him.
k*ll him.'

It's quite effective.

'If you were half asleep, you might
think it was in your head.'

Right.

Creaking floorboards and footsteps,

from the spare room, please.

(CREAKING FLOORBOARDS AND FOOTSTEPS
OVER SPEAKERS)

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING OVER SPEAKER)

Well, I'd be reaching for the
baseball bat.

Fooled me!

(MURMUR OF CONVERSATIONS)

(LAUGHTER)

(BLEEP)

And this is his trading software.

Spread-betting account.

And he's not doing too well.

No, he's not.
(BLEEPING)

I think it's time now, darling.
Have you turned that off?

(BLEEP)

I think you may have just lost your
element of surprise, sir.

(GLASS RINGING)

(APPLAUSE)

(PHONE RINGING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BLEEPS)

MRS STROUD: 'I'm sorry to trouble
you, darling girl.'

But I think Zukie's Frobisher Night
is about to be kyboshed.

I...

I...

..have a confession to make.

WOMAN: He's not the m*rder*r, is he?
(LAUGHTER)

I'd just like to make it clear
that...

I'd like to make it clear that my
dear Zukie had nothing to do with
any of it.

Howard, just do the speech we
agreed.

I shall miss you.

Mr Barnaby?

I'm sorry.
Howard Richardson...

I'm arresting you for the murders of
Jim Hanley and Laurence Mann.

No.

You do not have to say anything...
Stop it.

..but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

Thank you, Sergeant.
Come with us, please, sir.

What...? No...

I'm afraid I'm leaving you with some
money problems, as well.

They'll be coming for the house keys
any day.

CONNIE: Howard?

Connie.

Connie, why were you so stubborn
about keeping the school open?

This is about the school?
Yes.

Howard wanted the school to close,
so the ownership would revert to him.

Those were the terms of the
covenant.

It was worth a great deal of money,
and Howard needed it.

So, all that stuff about supporting
the school...

I'd like to go now, please.

(WHIMPERING)

(MURMUR OF CONVERSATIONS)

You know, as a cabaret, I think
we're going to have trouble topping
this next year.

So, Frobisher Night finished early?

No, no. It all went on. There was a
bidding frenzy, I'm told.

They had a record night.
And we got a full confession.

Why did he k*ll Councillor Hanley?

Ah. Well, that all kicked off

when Howard failed to blackmail our
Mr Hanley...

Get the light.
What? Oh, yeah.

Which is ironic, because Howard
himself was blackmailed later on.

Jim Hanley, you see, was the Peeping
Tom,

and Howard caught him in the act.

Having fun?

Howard knew that if the council
granted Connie planning permission
for the extension,

and Connie's sister moved back in
with her three kids,

then that school could go on
for one, two years, at least.

But Howard needed that school to
fail,

so he'd get back possession of the
building...and sell it.

But the good Councillor was not for
bribing.

I've decided to grant planning
permission, so you can do your
worst.

And if you decide to tell people
what you saw that night,

I shall tell them that you tried
to...to blackmail me...

which won't do your reputation much
good, either.

It's up to you.

Well, it's all sort of academic now,
anyway.

She doesn't want you to grant
planning permission.

What are you talking about?

She's decided she can't face the
thought of her sister and all the
children coming to stay.

But she wants it to look as if she's
tried, so as not to upset her
sister.

I don't believe you.

Well, look. Why don't we go and ask
her? Get it from the horse's mouth.

She'll still be up. I only spoke to
her five minutes ago.

Give me a moment.
I'll just get a jacket.

And he took the Councillor to
Connie's cottage,

to make it look as though Connie was
involved?

Initially, it was to get him away
from his own house - that's what he
said.

'But when he saw Connie go to the
back door of her cottage to let the
dog out,

he thought, "Ah, I'll take advantage
of that."'

(GRUNTING AND CHOKING)

'He said it was an opportunity he
could not refuse.'

So, he nipped inside, hid, waited for
Connie to go to bed,

and then, using her boots,

put her muddy footprints by her back
door.

And what about the builder -
Laurence?

Laurence? Well, when Howard found out
that Laurence knew he was the
m*rder*r

and was blackmailing him,
to boot,

well, he had no choice.

(LAURENCE GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

Then all Howard had to do...

..was to put Connie's fingerprints on
the end of the Kn*fe,

and leave that Kn*fe where it could
easily be found,

as indeed it was, by the little dog.

And he put all those transmitters in
himself?

Yes, he did. Electrical engineer.
Boffin par excellence, apparently.

You can't trust anyone.
No, you can't.

Well, we can hope we get a decent
night's sleep tonight.

I wouldn't count on it.