09x03 - Intuition

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GATE CREAKS

CELIA: Eileen?

Are you there?

RINGS BELL

Tommy! Open the door!

Tommy!

Oh, come on!

I know you're in there.

Oh, no.

Jimmy, get out of there!

Jimmy,what do you think you're doing?

Nothing.

There's someone 'round the front.

You what? Well, move, will you?

What do you think you were doing?

Nothing. Nothing all right.

Just get the laddersand I'll get the van.

LADDER THUDS

ENGINE STARTS

Sorry, love. We're not open yet.

That's OK. I wasn't after a drink.

Bill.

Oh, and you saidyou'd never forget me.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

So who's looking afterthe guest house? Jenny?

No. No, we're divorced.

She didn't likethe unsociable hours.

Anyway, we're closedfor a few weeks.

You wouldn't recognizethe old place now, Mary.

I bought next doorand knocked them both into one

and made it into a proper hotel.

Mary.

This gentleman is aware that we are,actually, closed?

Actually, this isa private conversation, Oscar.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Carry on.

Blimey. What's the matter with him?

Don't ask.

In case you're wonderingwhy I'm here, I need a manager.

Someone I can trustto run it for me.

You're offering me the job?

It's Sidmouth, your old place.

Didn't you always saythat it was your dream?

Bill, just becauseyour wife's gone...

I know that.

Look, it's yours if you want it.

And no strings attached.

Don't say anything now.Just think about it.

JIMMY: Look at that.I twisted me ankle.

You're luckyI didn't break your neck.

Next time just dowhat you've been told.

Stop going on, will you?

We agreed. We stick to roofingand guttering. It's foolproof.

There was a window open.

I'm not gonna look a gift horsein the mouth.

All right. What if shecame around the corner,

caught us with nicked gear?

She didn't. I didn't geta chance to get anything, did I?

with you and your panicking.

What your trouble Danny boyis you got no bottle.

Yeah? I'm not going back inside'cause you get greedy.

- Have you got that?- All right. Keep your hair on.

In future, we stick to the plan,right?

DOOR OPENING

CELIA: Constable?

Yes, you.

Where's the sergeant?

Oh, I'm sorry. He's on the phone.

Can I help you?

You? No.

I need someone in authority.

Yes. Well, you've got him, madam.

Now, perhaps you're good enoughto explain what the problem is.

It's my sister.

There's something wrongup at the house.

I knocked and knockedand there's no answer.

There was a van.

As soon as they saw methey took off.

I'll just take a few details.

Details?

My sister could be lying deador dying somewhere.

This won't take a moment.We'll get somebody there right away.

Ventress, get your helmet.

HE WHISTLES

See?And that's just from one gutter.

You were lucky we were in the areaafter the inspections

another few weeksand you'd been in real trouble.

Yes. Well, leave your cardand I'll get back to you.

Well, it's your decision, of course,

but I seriously advise youto have them done now.

To be on the safe side.

It's cheaper in the long run.

I'll think about it,if you don't mind.

That pipes in there's a real mess.

The first drop of rainthat'll flood.

Here's our emergency number.

Yeah. Phone us.

- Anytime.- Jimmy.

Well, I've checked round the house

and there's no sign of a break-inanywhere.

So, short of breaking downthe front door...

Well, go on then.

You're a policeman, aren't you?

That doesn't give us carte blancheto go break into people's houses.

It's an emergency!

Ms Gilmour, there's no signof a break-in

and there's no foul play.

Is that it?

Is that all you're going to do?

For now, it's all I can do.

There must be something.

I tell you what, I'll have a wordwith the lads at the station

and tell them to keep you informedof anything new.

In the meantime, I'll keepan eye open for that van you saw.

Hey! This is a surprise!

What are you doing here?

I have to work, I'm afraid.

Not all of us can take a day off,you know?

Well, I don't get paid overtime,remember?

We were trying to trace a blue van.

- Sounds thrilling.- Hey...

I don't suppose there's any chanceof a quick cup of rose?

I thought you were supposedto be working.

Well, I am.

On my relationship.

RAYMOND OVER RADIO: 'Downtownfor . Come in, please. Over'

Go ahead, Sarge.

'Any luck with the van?'

No. Nothing yet.

'Make your way backto the station, then.

'I've got something to announce.'

Right. On my way, Sarge.

You were saying...

I'll be back.

No wonder her sister disappeared.Haven't got a good word

to say about anyone.

Right old nag.

What? Ah, no.

Sorry, love. Not you, no.

Yeah.

There's nothing registeron the name of Murphy.

Right. No.Maybe she got the name wrong.

Well, thanks anyway.

Someone got up your nose, Alf?

Celia Gilmour, right old busybody.Did you find anything?

- No, nothing.- Anyone seen any clean cups?

By the way, Phil.Do you know what Craddock wants?

He said he had some sortof announcement to make.

No idea. Alf!

We've got to drink out of these!

A bit of ash never hurt anyone.

Give it to me. I'll rinse it.

Good. A full complement.

A moment of your time,please, gentlemen.

As of next week, I shall be takinga short sabbatical.

I've been offereda temporary attachment,

training police cadetsat an Outward Bound centre.

However, rest assuredI shall be dropping in regularly

to make sureeverything is up to scratch.

But before I go on this course,

I want this stationin tip-top order.

And that means no cases pendingor still under inquiry.

A completely clean slate.

Right, let's get on with it, please.

Yes! A few weeks without Craddock.

Not exactly.You heard him. He'll be back.

Still, worth a few pints I think.What do you reckon, Alf?

Seeing as Mike will be paying.

Why me?

You'll be the one who will begetting the extra cash.

Acting sergeants don't come cheap.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry, Gina,something important turned up.

Obviously.

Far be it for me to criticize,but you two were trying

to run a business here.Right, and I'm off.

If anyone needs me,I'm having a swift nine holes.

I'm beginning to think himtaking over the pub

wasn't a good idea.

You want an argument?Pick another subject.

If you really want to get uphis nose, put this on the slate.

What did I tell you?

Money for old rope and no risk.

So we got lucky a few times.What about the ones who said no?

Then it's plan B.

David, I've got a job for you.

- I haven't finished me dinner yet.- You have now.

You can't come on herein those boots.

This looks likeofficial police business. Is it?

No. I just thoughtyou might be able to help,

seeing thatyou're a fount of local knowledge.

I'm a what?

A fount of local knowledge.

Well, I take it that's supposedto be a compliment.

Tommy Bayne.He lives down the Eltering Road.

Do you know him?

Tommy Bayne?

No. He keeps himself to himself.Married, no kids.

Wife can be a bit of a stickler.

And as for that sister of hers...

Oh, yes. I've met her.You haven't seen him?

No. He came into the post officeonce a week, regular as clockwork.

He used to buy chocolatesfor his sister in Whitby.

But I've not seen him for ages. Why?

Well?

There were some buckets,a tea chest, some trowels.

There was a box of tennis balls.

Tennis balls?

I don't know their game,but it certainly isn't tennis.

I think I know a way of finding out.Hey. Excuse me, lads.

I was noticing your van outside.

- So?- I think I might be able

to put a bit of business your way.

INAUDIBLE CHATTER

Why, the rotten...

That were what the balls were for.

I'm afraid I've got some bad news,Mr Greengrass.

I thought you might have.

You're going to be gettinga blockage very soon.

Last time anybody said that to mewere a doctor.

I'm being serious, Mr Greengrass.

Now, we could clear the lot for,say, quid.

quid?

That is serious.

I'm afraid it'll have to wait

until I'm not in the conditionI'm in at the moment.

- And what's that?- Skint.

Look, are you messing us about?

Perish the thought.

If I thoughtfor one minute you were...

You'd what?

All right, Mr Greengrass.When the rain comes

and you're in trouble,give us a call.

Of course, I will.

And pigs might...

Oscar Blaketon reckonsTommy was always in his old shop

buying his sister chocolates.

So I went over and checked.He was there a couple of days ago.

There you go then. Mystery solved.

They're probablyat his sister's in Whitby.

That's what I said to Craddock.

It's a lot of fuss about nothing.

Alf!

What?

Why can't you use an ashtraylike everyone else?

Well, I do.

Obviously you need a bigger one.

CELIA: Where's my sister?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

Stop!

Don't you dare ignore me!

I didn't.

And don't shout.

- What have you done to her?- I don't know

what you're talking about.-Eileen, my sister, where is she?

- I don't know.- Don't lie.

Don't know whatyou're talking about.

You're a liar!

I'm not a liar. It's the truth.

And I won't be insultedon my property. Least of all by you.

Who's property? Oh, that's rich.

Whose money bought it? Not yours!

Leave me alone. I warn you!

I've been on to the police!They know she's missing!

ENGINE STARTS

I knew they weren't in Whitby.

My sister wouldn't have beenseen dead in Whitby.

Nor anywhere else... with him.

What makes you think something'shappened to her, Ms Gilmour

He tried to run me over, didn't he?

He's hiding something.Oh, I'm sure he is!

All right. All right.What about the van?

Nothing so far, Sarge.

We're stilltrying to trace it, Sarge.

Right. Bellamy, Bradley, have a wordwith Mr Bayne, if he's there.

Ventress, find that van.This has gone on long enough.

DAVID: I still don't understand.

Why are we checking the gutterswhen there's nobody here?

How many more times?

How are we gonna know whichhouses to come back to

if we don't know which houseshave balls down their drainpipes?

What's going on here?

We're just doinga bit of odd-jobbing, Michael.

Mr and Mrs Bayne inside, are they?

I-I-I was just going to find out.

Oh, no, they're not in.

I see.

Why don't you come downfrom there, David?

The place is deserted.

- The curtains are still drawn.- Phil, look there's an upstairs

window that's open round the side.

Take the ladder aroundI'll shift you round here.

Hey, what's going...Is there summat up?

'Cause if there is,it's got nothin' to do wi' us.

Well, seeing as you are here,make yourself useful, eh?

Mike!

Phil, which one?

Far right.

Far right!

TOMMY: Get out!

Get out!

So, Doctor, what's the record,what do you think, an accident?

I'm not sure.

Seems that way.

She must've slippedand caught her head on the hearth.

PHIL: Hold on.

Have you seen this, Sarge?Looks like blood.

That's interesting.

We'll need to analyse it of course,but it's probably hers.

From the position of the body,it looks like...

Well, could she have been moved?

DOCTOR: It's more likely

she started to get upand fell again.

Hmm, I'm not so sure.

Anyway,you're the policeman, Sergeant.

All I can say is,from the state of the body,

she's been dead for about two days.

Two days?

Ms Gilmour said she saw a vanoutside the house this morning.

I didn't see anything.

You didn't hear anything either?

It's just that...

sometimesI don't wear my hearing aid.

Really? Why not?

I forget sometimes.It's uncomfortable.

I see.And when did you last see your wife?

Mr Bayne, I asked you a question.

I don't know. I can't remember.The other day.

Mr Bayne,

the doctor reckons yourwife's been dead about two days.

Weren't you concernedabout her whereabouts?

Your wife disappears

and you just carry on regardless.Is that it?

PHIL: Sorry, you can't go in.

No, no! I want to see him. I...

You k*lled her, didn't you?

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

It's all right, Ms Gilmour.

You're satisfied now, are you?

She was all I had,

and...

you took her from me.

You took...

RAYMOND: Bellamy, take her home,will you?

Make sure she's all right.

Ms Gilmour.

Come on.

So, do you think he did it?

Tommy Bayne?No. Totally out of character.

Well, it's Mrs BayneI feel sorry for.

Honestly, fancy having a murdererliving right under our noses.

There you go, love.

Well, it doesn't surprise me.

After years on the police force

I could tell you some storiesto make your hair curl.

Outside. Now.

Hey. What's going on?

You tell me.

That house this morning.What were you really doing in there?

What are you talking?You know what...

Don't lie to me. There wasan old woman inside, wasn't there?

No.

She's dead, Jimmy.And you were in there with her!

She's dead?

Eh, it wasn't me.

Listen, Danny. I swear I nevereven knew she was in the house.

Yeah. Try and tell thatto the police.

Hey, where are you going?

Anywhere. Away from you!

Oh, come on. We're on to a winner.What about the van?

Keep it.

It's yours.

So what are you saying?You weren't even in the house?

You were in Whitbyvisiting your sister Mrs Bower?

Yes.

And what day was that?

Day?

It was Monday.

- The day before your wife died.- Yes.

Er... no, no.

I don't know. I'm getting confused.

Maybe...

maybe it was Tuesday.

Well, which one was it?

It is important, Mr Bayne.

It was Tuesday.

Yes, Tuesday.

And she'll vouch for that?

You can ask her if you like.

Oh, we will.

We will.

Now, about Tuesday,

exactly what timedid you set off for Whitby?

Time? Oh...I don't recall.

Then let me make it easier for you.

Was it early or late?

Mr Bayne.

I'm sorry. I'm saying nothing moretill I see a solicitor.

A solicitor?

Now, why would you wantto see a solicitor, Mr Bayne?

It's my right.

Look, there on the bench.

Thank you.

INAUDIBLE CHATTER

So, you can confirm

that Tommy came to see youon Tuesday, Mrs Bower?

Yes. He arrived out of the blue.

He usually phones,but he said he just fancied a break.

I remember becauseI worry about him driving at night.

His eyesight's not what it was.

So he arrived late?

It was getting a bit dark, you know.

And er...

did he seem upset at all?

He was a bit quiet.

He's not very talkative,

but who would beliving in that house?

Sorry.

I didn't meanto speak ill of the dead.

No, no, no. What do you mean'living in that house'?

Nothing.

It's nothing.

No, no.It's just that I noticed that...

the househas a very strange feel to it.

All the doors seem to be locked.

That doesn't surprise me.

I mean, her and that sister of hers,

they made his life a misery.

What with their naggingand niggling.

I don't know how many timesI told him he ought to leave.

Well, why didn't he?

I don't know.

Pride.

He always said they wereall right till that Celia arrived.

Right. Well,thank you for your help, Mrs Bower.

You've been very helpful.

He's a good man, you know.

I mean, he's got his ways,but he's got a good heart.

Every month he takes me

up to the hospital for my check-up.I'm diabetic, you see.

He wouldn't hurt anybody.

Honestly.

Thanks.

Mr Bayne, what sort of mandoesn't see his wife for two days

and doesn't thinkto wonder where she is?

I wasn't there.

Oh, yes,you were over at your sister's.

Sergeant, there's not much pointin asking Mr Bayne questions,

if you're answering them yourself.

I'm trying to get at the truth.

Well, badgering my clientwon't help.

But, telling us the truth might.

The pathologist estimatesthe time of Mrs Bayne's death

at about a.m. on Tuesday morning.

So?

Bradley?

Yes. Mr Bayne. His sister confirmsthat he was with her on Tuesday.

He evidently arrived in the evening.

So, Mr Bayne, where were youfor the rest of the day?

I'd advise you not to answer that,Mr Bayne.

In the circumstances,I'd like time alone with my client.

I don't knowwhat we're doing here, mate.

It has to have been Tommy.He doesn't have an alibi.

I know. I know, Phil.

It's just...

It's just something's wrong.I mean...

For a start, if Tommy did do it,

how did he get into Eileen's room?

Her door was locked from the inside.

He must have had a key.

Then why haven't we found one?

Mike, look at this place.

He's got it locked up like a prison.Poor old biddy was so frightened,

she was having to lock herself infor her own protection.

And, according to Celia Gilmour,

Tommy hated Eileen.

So we know he had a motive.

No, he's guilty.

Our only problem is proving it.

If he had the keys,

why didn't he use the kitchen?

Eileen's father abandoned themwhen they were very young

and... well...

something like that, it affects you.

Celia and I...

never got on.

She doesn't really trust men.

Anyway,it was always them against me.

And then Eileen told meshe wanted Celia to move in with us.

And you refused.

TOMMY: I'd had enough.

I told her I wanted a divorce

and we could sell the house andsplit the profit. But she wouldn't.

So they startedplotting against me and...

locking the doors on me.

Laughing at me.

So they were the oneswho locked the doors, not you?

Well, I had my two rooms upstairs.I didn't mind.

Until they startedlocking the kitchen.

MICHAEL: Is that whyyou were cooking in your bedroom?

I moved my belongings into the roomand sat tight.

I know I should have looked for her,

but I was just pleased to have

a bit of peaceand quiet for a while.

He didn't know she was in the roomand he couldn't look.

Tell them, Tommy.

I didn't have a key.I'm...

I'm not allowed in there.

I didn't have a key.

RAYMOND: It would havemade things easier

if he'd told us all thisat the beginning.

JACKIE: He couldn't.

Couldn't... or wouldn't?

His pride wouldn't let him.

Don't you see?He's desperately trying to hang on

to the little bit of dignityhe's got left.

And what's that, Ms Lambert?Female intuition?

You're a man, Sergeant.You should understand.

He was embarrassed.

Would you admit thatyou were bullied by your wife?

Yes. You'll be pleased to hearwe're letting Mr Bayne go.

For now. Goodbye.

Are you sureyou'll be all right, Tommy?

Oh, yes.I'll go straight up to my room.

I'm all right there.

You've got my number.

Give me a callif you need anything, all right?

Thank you.

Right. That's it.

TELEPHONE RINGING

What do you think, then, Bob?

I'll tell you what. I'll even chuckin all the gear. How about then, eh?

Anyway, Bob,you will let us know, eh?

All right.

Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word?

Some bruising on the upper arms

that possibly was caused by force.

Oh, come on, Phil.That could mean anything.

She was an old lady.Knocks are common at that age.

That's what the doctor said himself.

You've got to admit, Phil,

it's pretty inconclusive.

Yeah. Yeah, all right.

Well, take a look at that.

Still reckon it was an accident now?

What? What are you talking about?

The note saysMrs Bayne's blood was AB.

Yet the forensic report says that,here,

'The blood we findby the light switch was O positive.'

Someone must have beenin the room with her.

So you admityou were at the Bayne house?

Yeah. So what?

Look, I was touting for work.

I've got me on businessroofing and guttering

and the like,what's wrong with that?

Nothing.

Only it's a con.

So why were you tryingto sell the van at the garage?

Got something to hide, Jimmy?Trying to dispose of the evidence?

Look, I don't knowwhat you're talking about.

Then let me explain.

Eileen Baynewas found dead in her bedroom.

You were at the house.We found blood in the room.

It wasn't hers.We think it could've been be yours.

Mine?

No way. It wasn't me.I never even knew she was there.

So why run?

All right, OK, look.

There was an open window

round at the back.So I thought why not?

It's better than guttering anyway.So I climbed in.

It was the bathroom, wasn't it?When I tried to get into

the rest of the house, I couldn't.The door was locked.

Then some old biddy starts upfrom the front.

Danny starts panicking,so I legged it.

Danny?

Me partner.

And he can verify this?So where is he?

I don't know. He left.

Look, it's the truth, I swear.

Yes. There's one waywe can find out for sure.

So what's going onwith you and Bill, then?

Nothing.

Oh, come on.

You can't kid me.

It's not what you think.

I mean, I don't wantto start having,

well, you know, relations with him.

Is that what he wants?

He says not,but I don't believe him.

He's always had a soft spot for me.

The thing is... he's got a hotel.

It's in Sidmouth.

He wants me to run it for him.

So... you meanyou're leaving Aidensfield?

You know it's something

I've always wanted, Gina,my own hotel.

And now Oscar's here...

He doesn't run the pub.

I know,but you don't really need me now.

I mean, if I thought I wereletting you down or anything...

You've never done that.

If that's what you want,then you should do it.

I don't get it.

If the pathologist reckons

Eileen Bayne had been deadfor two days,

well, there's no chanceJimmy could have done it, is there?

Not unlesshe went back for some reason.

Anyway, the blood testwill confirm all that.

Finish up here, will you, Bradley?

DOOR SHUTS

I'm hoping that's a good sign.

Let's just sayI'm thinking about it.

GINA: Bill.

Yes?

Hiya, I'm Gina. And I'd like to buyyou two a large drink.

Hi, Gina. Is it a private party

or can anybody join in?

The bar isn't open yet, Greengrass.

What are you going about?There three are drinking.

Gina.

Come on you two.

We'll take our drinksin the kitchen.

Now look, Gina, I didn't mean...

Actually, I was really coming hereto have a word with you, Oscar.

What?

Have you had your guttering'schecked lately?

'Cause there's a couple of ladsgoing around and charging quid

and me and David are preparedto do it for a fiver.

Or even less.

That's a very generous offer,Mr Greengrass. I think I have

to take you up on that.

Come on, Mike. You don't knowit was definitely Tommy in the room.

Do you really believethat he's a m*rder*r?

Because I don't.

Hey, where did you get these?

-Tommy.-Oh?

He just wanted to say thank you.

I was really touched.

Bribery will get you everywhere, eh?

Yeah. Well, you should know.

Not the caramels!

You know your problem, Mike?

You're turning into a cynic.

It's the job.

Yeah, well, don't let it.

Mmm.

What's the matter?You're not on a diet, are you?

I mean, you don't want to end uplike Craddock, do you?

He's not such a bad cop really.

Did I tell youhe's going on a secondment?

Training cadetson an Outward Bound course.

No!

Well, good luck to them.So, when are you taking over?

You're obviouslythe best man for the job.

Yeah.Well, you're biased, aren't you?

That was a compliment.

Mike?

Sorry?

- Er... yeah. Look, I've got to go.- Where?

To see a lady about some chocolates.

I wasn't one to do it, Sergeant.

it was them two blokesfrom Liverpool.

Yes, and you were cashing in on it.

Right, Ventress.When they're finished here

they can do the one in the back.

All right, David. You betterget round to sort it out.

Not David, Mr Greengrass.I want you up there.

Me? What, with my knees?

Don't argue, please. Up you go.

Well, I...

I'm nearly an old age pensioner.

Even that won't stop youspending a night in the cells.

All right.

Think upon it as beingservice to the community, Claude.

Chocolates?

Why should he buy me chocolates?I mean, I'm a diabetic.

I know. That's what puzzled me.He doesn't have any other friends

in Whitby that you know about,does he?

Not that I know of.

He occasionallypops down to the British Legion.

Do you remember if he wentthe last time he was here?

Yes. Yes, I think he did.

Yeah, Tommy Bayne. I remember him.Friend of Mrs Powell's.

Come in. She should be here.

Thanks.

Joy?

Yeah.

There's someone to see you.

Yes?

PC Bradley, Ashfordly.

I wonder if I could havea quick chat?

Of course.

You and Mr Bayne are good friends,are you, Joy?

Oh, yes.

Thomas is such a kind man.So thoughtful.

You know,he always brings me chocolates.

I've got such a sweet tooth.

And he never forgets.

I told him, I said, 'You'll have meputting weight on, you will.'

He laughs and says he likesa woman with a bit of flesh on her.

So, er... the two of you are...

well, close?

I'll let you into a little secret.

We're talking about getting married.

Well, it's been over a year nowand we've got a lot in common,

us both being widowersfor so long, and all.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

Mrs Powell, I...

I really didn't wantto be the one to tell you this,

but Thomas Bayne,

he's married.

Well, at least he was.

His wifewas found dead three days ago.

PHIL: You know your trouble?

You're hooked, mate.

- Rubbish.- You are. Look at you.

f*g in one hand, food in the other.

I could give it up tomorrowif I wanted to.

Go on then.

What?

Two quid says you can't.

Two quid? It's hardly worthwhile.

All right then, a fiver.Put your money where your mouth is.

Smoking and gambling now,are we, Ventress?

What?

Oh, no, no, no, Sarge.

I was just sayingto young Bellamy here

that I'm giving it up.

Here you are.

Last one.

RAYMOND: That's good,

because as acting sergeantwhile I'm away

I shall except youto abide by the rules.

Me?

Yes. I wish I could sayit was my idea, Ventress,

but as you've guessed, it wasn't.

I'm sure Bellamy and Bradleywill give you help you need.

You know this is beginningto feel like police victimization.

We just gotthe results of the blood types.

It can't have been Jimmy,but Tommy's blood matches.

That still doesn't proveit was definitely Tommy.

Maybe not, but I found outhe's got a fiance in Whitby.

MICHAEL: That's Eileen's bedroom.

TOMMY: They were her spare set.

I knew where she hid them.

I wanted you to find out.

Perhaps that's why...

I kept coming in here.

We know about Mrs Powell, Tommy.

Joy.

I should have told her,

but I couldn't.

I was frightened.I kept putting it off.

We were in love, you see.We'd made each other happy.

And your wife found out?

No, no. I told her.

I was...

I was leaving for both our sakes.

Then she att*cked me.

She was...

She wasbanging my head against the wall.

I just saw red.

I...

I pushed her away.

And then...

And then she tripped.

And thenI saw the blood on the hearth.

I... I tried to help her,

but she wouldn't answer.

She wasn't breathing.

I did it.

I didn't mean to,

but I did it.

It's all right, Tommy.

Right, Mr Bayne,that all seems to be in order.

Miss Lambert will take you home.

I can go?

The postmortem resultconfirmed your story.

There will be an inquest,but, for now, yes.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I hope you realise you're luckyI'm not charging you

with pervertingthe course of justice.

Celia.

I'm sorry.

Um...

Can you spare a minute, Mary?

Yes.

Look,

I think I owe you an apology.

Really?

Yes.

Well, I've beena bit short tempered lately,

and I'd just like you to know

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Oscar.

I accept your apology.

Well, good. Thanks.

But I have to tell youI am still leaving.

Are you really sureabout this, Mary?

I mean, you've been living here

now for a year.You hardly know this man.

Well, I hardly knewany of you when I came, did I?

What'll Gina do without you?

She'll manage.

Besides, she's got youto help her, hasn't she?

Well?

Won't you wish me luck?

Of course I will.

There'll alwaysbe a place here for you.

You know that.

Good luck.

Here we are.

DOORBELL RINGS

Don't worry, I'll get it.

No, no.

Please.

Tommy,

you have to answer the door.

It could be important.

Look,

not answering itwon't make things any better.

Shall I?

No, you're right.

It's my responsibility.

How did you know she'd come?

Male intuition.