06x07 - Death in Deep Water

[bunniefuu]

(gentle music)

(boat horn honking)

(engine revving)

(muffled voices talking)

(suspenseful music)

(quiet rattling)

(man yells)

(man grunts)

- [Announcer] The last
call for flight 217.

(jet engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

- [Man] I want him.

I want him found.

I want him dead.

(suspenseful music)

(waves splashing)

(loud knocking)

- Yeah?

- Doonan.

Ah, there ya are.

I said I'd drop by with them.

- Oh, yeah, sure.

I was just making some coffee,

but maybe you'd rather
have a drink.

- Ah, now you're getting
to know me, huh?

- Come in.

- These are deep sea.

They're not what you call
sporting for offshore fishing,

but they won't let you down.

The best place is off the rocks
this side of the headlands,

but bait them heavy, 'cause
when that sea's really runnin'

it smashes everything to pieces.

- Bottom's up.

- After 20 years at sea
and trawlers,

I'm not gonna drink to that.

But your health.

Well, you're really
settled in now, aren't ya?

Made the place your own,

which is all right by me,
I can tell you.

During the season, when
they let this place off

to the holiday makers,
I'm up and down here

maybe half a dozen times a day,

complaints and complaints,
complaints.

This doesn't work and
that doesn't work

and all the rest of it.

Oh, they're not all as
undemanding as you are,

I can tell you.

Yes, you're really settled
in now, aren't you.

Folks have stopped askin'
about ya.

- Folks?

- Yeah, in the village,
you know?

First couple of months
you were the only topic.

It isn't often we get
an American here

burying himself alive.

They don't understand.

And most of the fishing
left here now,

and the young ones gone to
the towns and the factories,

they don't understand how a
man can feel about the sea

and his own company.

- But nobody in particular, huh?

- What?
- Asking about me.

- No, not that I know.

Are ya still worried
of that wife of yours,

catch up with ya and
claim the alimony?

- Yeah, that's it.

- Uh, you bait them heavy.

- Wait a minute, what
do I owe you?

- Ah, you paid me.

- Listen, Doonan.
- Huh?

- You'd let me know, huh?
- What?

- If anybody in particular
started asking about me?

- Oh, don't worry.

I've been married, too.

I could tell you a thing or two.
(mumbles)

Don't rig those lines
today, storm's coming.

- A storm?

Oh, come on, it's a
beautiful day.

- Around here they
come up like that

and gone just as quickly.

Yes, there's a storm on its way.

It's gonna catch a lot
of people out.

(seagulls cawing)

(wind whistling)

(upbeat music)

(audience laughing)

(dramatic music)

- Operator, would you get me
the international exchange.

I wanna call New York.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Are you crazy?

(seagulls cawing)

(quiet knocking)

- [Gilly] Help, help.

Let me in.

Let me in.

(loud banging)

Let me in, please, let me in.

- Okay, honey, what's the story?

- Well, isn't it obvious?

I was swimming and I
couldn't get back.

- Swimming?

In this?

- It wasn't like this
when I started.

Well?

- Listen, uh, okay, you
better come up.

(wind whistling)

There's a bathroom in there.

Should be a robe, and I'll
bring you some towels.

Hey, in there.

I got a fire going in here.

You wanna give me your things?

Hold it, here.

Here's some towels, and
you can try these on.

They suit ya.

Course I use them for fishing.

- I certainly didn't think you
wore them to the hunt ball.

They're itchy.

- They're warm.

Come on over by the stove.

- Thank you.

- To drier days.

- It came up so quickly.

The sea was calm when I
started swimming to the island.

- Island?
- Then suddenly.

I call it my island.

It's just over the headland.

That's where I live,
across the estuary.

I often swim out to the island.

You can be private there.

And I like to be
private sometimes.

I go there to sunbathe,
in the nude, you know?

- I might swim out there
myself someday, surprise you.

- I guess you like to be
private, too, living here.

- It suits me.

- Well, I'm jolly glad
you do live here.

The current was so strong,
it pulled me right across,

and it was as much as I
could do to make your beach.

- Lucky me.

Want another drink?

- No, thank you.

I'm thawing out.

Some coffee perhaps.

- Oh, okay.

- I hope your visitor
isn't a girl.

- Hmm?

- I wouldn't want to
compromise you.

- Oh, no, no.

No, that's for me.

See, I play myself and
that way I always win.

It's good for the ego.

- It isn't good for you at all.

- Hmm?
- You're lonely.

(coffee grinder whirring)

This place, the whole
atmosphere, it says lonely.

You are lonely.

- Oh, no, not now you're here.

- You looked lonely the
other time I saw you.

- The other time?

- Yes, it was in the village.

Oh, couple of months ago.

You didn't see me.

I was driving, but I saw you,

and remembered you.

I don't know why.

Maybe because I thought I
knew your face.

- It's that kinda face.

- What's your name?

- Um, Steve will do.

- Steve.

And what do you do here,
Steve, apart from play chess.

- I fish, relax, you know?

Keep my own company.

- Recharging the batteries?

- No, I'm on the run.

A wife, alimony.

So I'm keeping a low
profile for awhile

and recharging the batteries,
too, sure.

You're right about that.

- Gathering your breath
for the next sprint away?

- I hope not.

And what about you?

What do you do aside from
sunbathing in the nude?

- Model seamen's underwear.

- You're gonna start a
stampede to join the Navy.

(dramatic music)

- It's spoils the line
of your jacket.

- Put that down.

The safety's off.

- No, it isn't,

but it is now.

I know a lot about g*ns.

My uncle's got a
cupboard full of them.

Steve, hmmm.

That is very, very close.

It's not right.

You see, I suddenly
know who you are.

Not Steve, Stevens,
Gary Stevens.

The man who was going to
blow the whistle

on organized crime,
thought better of it,

and quietly disappeared.

You're much better looking
than your photographs. (laughs)

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone.

It's your business, and
I'm a great respecter

of other people's business.

Yes, you will just have
to take my word for it.

Otherwise, what would you do?

k*ll me?

The newspapers hinted
that you'd been a k*ller.

A hitman for a big syndicate.

Anyway, who would I tell?

The police?

You're not wanted by the police,
are you?

- Not by the police, no.

- Could they trace you here?

- Here?

I doubt it, I hope not.

But if I testified I'd
sink 'em all,

so they're not gonna give up.

Trouble is, I don't have
enough money left

to run much further.

I'd be puttin' an awful lot
of faith in you, blondie.

- What's your alternative?

- That coffee should be ready.

- The storm's gone.

Would you believe that?

- Storms are like
that around here,

that's according to Doonan,

my friendly
neighborhood weatherman.

There.

- Oh my gosh, I
shoulda called home.

He'll probably have the
lifeboat launched

and air sea rescue out by now.

You know how men are.

Why didn't I think of it before?

Darling, it's me.

I'm okay.

I swam to another beach.

And this man was kind enough to.

He's just a man who
lives here, that's all.

No, I never met him before.

Yes, yes, look, I'll be
back as soon as I can, okay?

Men.

- Sounded like the jealous type.

- He's just overprotective.

I had better be going.

- Okay, I'll get my car.

- Not necessary.

The sea's calm, I'll
go back the way I came.

- You'll what?

- Would you mind?
- Oh.

Hey, what if I was to
spin around now.

- Whatever turns you on.

- No, no, no, no.

What I mean is, um, you
trust me not to?

- Yes.
- And you can trust me,

ya know, just like I'm
trusting you.

- [Gilly] I know.

- I don't know why I
should trust you,

some dame I never even met.

- [Gilly] Because I said so.

- We got a deal, then?
- Yes, okay?

- Um, am I gonna see you again?

- I don't think that
would be wise, do you?

Thanks for everything.

Have you k*lled?

The newspaper said you'd
k*lled 10, maybe a dozen men.

- Newspapers exaggerate.

Hey, blondie, I don't even
know your name.

- Blondie will do.

(gentle music)

- Yeah.

- [Man] Our man was seen
in three places,

Mexico City, Sicily, London.

- Not Sicily.

He'd be crazy to go to Sicily.

- [Man] And we have
Mexico City sewn up tight.

So it's London then.

(dramatic music)

- [Gilly] Hey, Gary.

(Gary laughs)

- You look like Venus,
or whatever her name is,

you know the goddess who
comes up out of the sea.

- Maybe, but you have
the goddess.

I'm the goddess of plenty.
- Oh?

- A lonely man usually
means someone

who doesn't feed
himself properly.

So I'm gonna fix you lunch.

- Mmm, I thought I wasn't
gonna see you again.

- I owed you a favor.

- It's a great day.
- Mm-hmm.

- Sunny.
- Mmm.

- And he thinks you're out
on the island, sunbathing?

In the nude.

- He's away today, business.

- Yeah?

What's he do?

- Counts his money.

He's rich, very rich.

- He'd have to be.

- You think I look expensive?

- No, just that girls
that look like you do

usually go hand-in-hand
with rich, young guys.

- I never said he was young.

He's nearly 60 years old.

Oh, I've tried to tell
myself it was his charm,

his worldliness, but deep down,

I know it was just his money.

That's what attracted me.

Do I shock you?

- I live in a glass house,
why should I throw stones?

- It shocks me sometimes,

to know that I'm that
sort of person.

I'll clear away, and you
can pour the brandies.

You do have some brandy?

- Oh, yeah, brandy.

That was quite a meal.

- Thanks.

- In every respect.

No wonder he's jealous.

Every man's a threat, hmm?

(fishing wire whirring)

- [Gilly] You drink too much.

- You're probably right,
it's a habit.

A habit grown out of boredom.

I never knew a woman
like you before, never.

- But you've known many.
- Mmm, hundreds.

- One particular one?

She's back there, isn't she,
in America?

- New York.
- Do you think of her a lot?

- I used to.

- You're a man who needs a
woman, you should know one here.

- I know you.

- There are girls in town,
plenty of--

- I never go to town.

- Never?

- No, towns are crowded.

And you know, they say
that you can lose yourself

in a crowd, but that's exactly

where they're gonna be
looking for me.

- For how long?
- I don't know.

- Meanwhile, you're a
prisoner here.

And you never, never
go into town.

- Suddenly I have all I
need right here.

- He'll be back soon.

- So, look he doesn't swim,

or he can't make it
that far anymore.

- I have to go.

- Listen to me, I used to
think about her,

up 'til maybe a
couple hours ago.

I used to think about her.

Ya know something, it
might be inconvenient

us using the same robe.

You think maybe I oughta buy
another one, keep it here?

- (giggles) It's getting late.

- Okay.

(engine revving)

(upbeat music)

- I wanna go to
Paddington Station.

(loud whistle)

- Who is it?

- Doonan.
- Around here.

- It's a hot day, huh?

And a dry one.

- There's a beer in the icebox.

Get one for me.

- Ah, thank you.

Oh, you're a grand man.

A cold beer, huh, the
kiss of life.

- Thanks.

- There's a change in ya.
- Oh?

- I noticed it right off.

More relaxed, ya know,
more your own man.

- Why do you think that is?

- Oh, the weather, a clear
conscience, or a woman?

- (laughs) No chance.

I make Robinson Crusoe
look like a social beaver.

- Well, whatever, it
sits easy on you.

No, no, not like that.

Here, give it here to me.

Get away.

Thread it through, thread it
through like this, you see?

And twist it round, twist,
twist,

and pull it back through
here easy, feed it through,

and pull it tight, really tight,

or the big ones'll get
away with the hook

and leave you with
an empty line.

- Here you go.

I guess you know everybody
in the village, huh?

- [Doonan] Well, if I
don't, they don't live here.

- Well, what about town?

You know a lot of people there?

- [Doonan] Oh, yes, yes, some,
some

- I saw a guy the other day,
was wondering about him.

He seemed pretty well heeled
for this part of the world,

ya know, rich.

- Eh, what'd he look like?

- Well, he was just a guy, 60.

But his wife, she was
something else again.

She had blond hair, not
too tall, slim,

but very beautiful.
- That's his wife.

- Then you do know him?

- Oh, no, no, no, no, I
don't know him,

but I seen him, that is
if it's the same fella.

Sounds like Sharp, Walter Sharp.

He's got a big, big house
across the other side.

Keeps himself very much
to himself, ah yes.

But most say he's a millionaire.

I seen him with that girl, too,

and you're right, she
is an eyeful.

I didn't know she was his wife,
though.

- Yeah.

- He must be old enough
to be her grandfather, eh?

- Yeah.

- Eh, well, there's hope
for me yet then, eh?

- Yeah, that's fine, fine.

Hey, I just remembered,

I gotta call the States,
very important.

Listen, maybe we can do
this later, huh?

Tomorrow maybe?
- Ah, sure, sure.

- [Gary] I'll tell you what,
Doonan,

come around again tomorrow,

I got a bottle of bourbon
I want you to sample.

- A bottle of bourbon,
I'll help you sample that.

Don't worry. (laughs)

(gentle music)

- Gary.

(chuckles) It's a bit big.

- Well, I was buying
from memory.

Also the village store
doesn't carry much stock.

You're different today.

- I am more adventurous.

- [Gary] No, no, different,
come on, what's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Nothing, hmm?

- Something.

I think I've fallen in love
with you, that's what's wrong.

- Why wrong?

I feel the same way,
so why wrong?

I said I feel the same way.

- I heard you.
- So?

- It won't work.

It couldn't ever work.

I told you that first
time, it was for money.

I'm avaricious, greedy,
selfish, and scheming.

I'm bad news, Gary.

- I'm no catch myself.

- That's just it, don't you see?

You're nearly broke.

You can give me all the
things I need,

and none of the things I
want, things I'm used to,

things I couldn't give up now.

I don't want to be poor.

I don't want to have
to run with you, what?

Oh, Gary, oh, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

- It's all right, I understand.

I can't ask you to give up
all the things you have.

I can't ask you to step
out of the life you have.

I can't ask you to stop
being Mrs. Walter Sharp.

- How?

You've been spying.

- I just asked around.

- You've been out of the house.

What did you see?

- I haven't been anywhere,
I told ya,

I just asked around.

- I told you never to
go to the house.

You must never, ever do that.

- Why, you afraid I'm gonna

put your bank balance
in jeopardy?

I don't know where
your house is.

I don't even know
your first name.

Fact, up til a couple
of hours ago,

all I knew about you is
what you told me.

- Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I'm going away.

I don't know whether he
suspects or what,

but he's taking me away.
- When?

- The end of the month.

We're selling up and
moving to Nice.

- [Gary] Selling up?

- For good.

It's to be permanent removal.

He craves the sun.

He's old, you see.

His blood's thin, and
he feels cold. (crying)

- Come here, hey, shh.

(seagulls cawing)

- You let me sleep.

- I thought you needed it.

It was less than an hour.

You'll like Nice.

I've never been there myself,
ya know,

but I seen those movies
with the big, ritzy villas

up on top of a cliff,
hot nights, soft music,

beaches just loaded
with Tarzans.

Yeah, it'll suit you,
you'll like it.

Who knows, maybe you'll find

your own private island
there too, huh?

Work on your tan.

End of the month.

I'm gonna miss you, Blondie.

Still, the end of the month,
it's another couple weeks.

We can see each other again,
can't we?

- No.

(gentle music)

I shall miss you, too.

He's got a cupboard
full of g*ns.

He's always playing with
them, cleaning them.

- I thought that was your uncle.

- They're two of a kind,
same mold.

Did you ever k*ll a man, Gary?

They said you did.

- I told you, newspapers

- [Both] Exaggerate.

- Yes, I know.

But exaggerate what?

The act or the number?

I think you have k*lled
probably for money.

No one knows I've
ever been here.

I've been careful, so have you.

- Yeah.

- There's absolutely no
connection between us.

We're strangers.

He's always playing
with those g*ns of his.

You know about g*ns, don't you?

So do I, through him.

No matter how careful you
are, no matter how much

you know about them,

there are still accidents,
aren't there?

I love you.

But I told you, I'm bad
news, selfish and scheming.

I would inherit a fortune
if he were to die,

enough to go anywhere forever.

It would all be mine and yours.

Gary.

Nobody saw you coming here?

- I was careful, come on.

Let's be quick.

- This is the back door.

I'll leave it unlocked,
back stairs,

and this is his room.

He has a lion on the door.

- A lion?

- He's a Leo, it's his den.

He always goes there at
around 8:30 to clean his g*ns.

- You're gonna have to lock
this door again afterward.

- I know.

- Okay.

- When?
- Tomorrow.

Have a friend over,

make sure somebody's
with you the whole time.

Now once you hear that
shot, you're in the clear.

Nobody can point the
finger at you.

- What about you?

- Let me worry about me.

Go on now, give you
five minutes.

Hey, Blondie, I'll be
seeing you, huh, afterward.

(upbeat music)

- Helen, please don't move,
just relax.

It won't take long.

- Go on, Gilly, I
look like death.

- You'll look terrific by
the time I finish with you,

and not much longer.

- [Helen] I don't know why
you go to so much trouble.

- [Gilly] 'Cause it's my hobby.

- I'm drying out, Gilly.

- Just a few more minutes,
that's all,

just a few minutes.

- I suppose Walter's upstairs?

- Isn't he always?

- I wish I knew what to
get him for his birthday.

- He's the man who
has everything.

- Oh, yes, I know, Gilly, but
he's been so generous to me.

- Helen, will you
please hold still.

- I thought, perhaps, one
of those little (g*nsh*t)

Walter? (screams)

(dramatic music)

- [Inspector] She told me
you were both down here

when you heard the shot.

- Yes.
- g*ns.

- He was an expert.

- Accidents still happen.

You're sure it isn't loaded,
but they still happen.

- Inspector, he wasn't
without influence,

and if the press get
hold of this.

- Yes, grief's a private affair.

I'll try and keep it that
way, play it down a bit.

After all, shouldn't be
too difficult,

there's no crime been committed.

- Don't worry, I'll
take care of her.

Gary, Gary.

(waves crashing)

(suspenseful music)

- Blondie.

(gasping)

No connection.

There's no connection.

(motor revving)

(upbeat music)

(seagulls cawing)

- Thank you.
- Okay.

It's my pleasure, ma'am.

- Thank you very much, bye.
- Bye.

Now, how much is that?
- Nine.

- There we go.
- Thank you very much.

- Take care.

(dramatic music)

- So long, Blondie.

- Hello.

Thanks.

(soft knocking)

(seagulls cawing)

- [Gilly] Gary, Gary.

Let me in.

Let me in.

(loud knocking)

- Hey, I thought you'd died.

Are you all right, huh?

- I must have been half asleep.

I guess I had one too many.

- Ah, I got some news
ought to wake you up.

Someone was nosing
around after ya.

- [Gary] Someone?

- Well, not being
specific, you understand,

but an American asking too
many questions.

Course he mighta been what he
said he was, just a tourist,

but he asked far too
many questions.

Aren't you interested?

- Yeah, sure, I'm interested.

You didn't tell him anything,
did you?

- Oh, you can rely on me.

I put him way off track,

and told him there had been
an American staying here,

but that he moved away,
moved abroad.

You sure you're all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks, Doonan, you did
the right thing.

- Well, I hope I convinced him.

- I'm sure you did,
you got rid of.

Sent him away.

- Maybe, maybe.

- Maybe you'd like to join
me in some hair of the dog.

- Oh, I'll never say no,
but you sure you should do?

You don't look so good, ya know?

- Ah, hangover.

- Hangover's a terrible thing,
eh?

Have you read the newspapers?

Oh, no, I keep forgetting
you don't take a delivery.

He's dead, Walter Sharp,
rich old man with the blond.

Shot himself.

Cleaning his g*ns and
shot himself.

At least that's what
the papers are saying,

but that's all they're
saying which usually means

there's more to it, doesn't it?

Ah, all those millions of his

didn't do him much good, did it?

I suppose it'll all go to
a relative or a charity.

- Charity, no, no, it'll
go to his wife.

- Oh no, you're wrong about
her, the little blond.

Sharp wasn't married.
- Huh?

You mean the papers said that?

- No, no, no, I told ya.

The papers are doing a
big hush up job.

Didn't mention any
relatives at all.

No, it was George told me.

George over the village.

He's done some work up
at the house.

He told my Sharp was a bachelor.

- Now wait a minute,
wait a minute.

The blond, you remember?

You saw her.
- Mm-hmm.

And we were close about her.

She was his girlfriend,
his fiancee,

and they were going
to be married.

And now, if they had,
she'd be laughing by now.

But as it is, she'll come out
of it with nothing at all,

nothing at all.

Well, that's the way of
the world, eh?

Or as you'd say how the
cookie crumbles.

- Yeah.
- Uh, watch out

for stray American tourists.

(dramatic music)

(seagulls cawing)

(phone ringing)

- [Woman] Your call to
Florida's on the line, sir.

- Thanks, hello?

- [Man] Yes?

- Nothing, I didn't make
a single sale.

- [Man] What, tsk, tsk,
and we were so sure.

- I know, and I got close.

Hey, listen, I think I might
have better luck in Sicily,

or do you want I
should come home?

- [Man] No, Sicily's
a long shot,

but anything's worth trying.

- Okay, I'll leave tomorrow.

- [Doonan] Steve, Steve,
Steve, are you there, Steve?

Steve.

- Why?

Why?

- Room 203.

- Prepare my bill, will you?

- You checking out, sir?
- Uh-huh.

- [Receptionist] Certainly, sir.

- [Gilly] Gary, Gary.

(wind whistling)

Gary.

(dramatic music)

- Blondie.

(seagulls cawing)

(gasping and mumbling)

- [Man] Hello?

- Uh, hello, I want to
talk to Mrs. Walter Sharp.

- [Man] Mr. Sharp is dead.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Not Walter Sharp, I
know he's dead.

I wanna talk to his wife.

- Who?
- His wife.

- [Man] Mr. Sharp is
not married.

- Now look, don't give me that.

I've seen her, I know her.

- I don't know who you are.

We've had many crank calls.

You might at least have
some respect for the dead.

- Now look, would you--
- No, no.

You cannot talk to
anybody at all.

We're just about to bury Mr.
Sharp.

- Bury him.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, yes, sir, I have
your bill ready.

- I wanna pay it by credit card.

- Certainly, sir, I hope you had

a pleasant and fruitful trip.

- Pleasant, yeah.

(upbeat music)

- If you'll just sign.

- You won't find any
mention of me.

Police were kind about that.

They kept the press boys at bay.

Why did you have to
come to the house?

Today of all days.

Tomorrow I'd have been gone.

You'd have never seen me again.

It was out of character, Gary,
unexpected.

You told me you never
left this place,

never, ever went into town.

It was very careless of you
to show yourself like that.

I gambled on you being a pro.

- I buried you.

- Yes, I thought you would.

You didn't let me down there.

No connection between us, eh,
Gary?

You buried her, Helen Wilds.

We looked alike, superficially.

Same build, hair.

Only the faces were different,
and there wasn't much left

of the face to identify,
was there?

Very alike.

I suppose that's why
Uncle Walter fell for her.

Yes, he was my uncle.

He brought me up, adored me.

Everything he had was
mine, promised to me.

And then he met Helen.

In a month or so, they
would've been married.

And then what?

Husbands tend to make
wills favoring their wives.

So what should I have had?

A quarter share of the fortune?

A half?

I've never done things
by halves, Gary.

(Gary chuckles)

Oh, I really wish you
hadn't turned up today.

It was so perfect.

Police thinking Helen had
gone to bury her grief,

and you thinking I was dead.

- So you k*lled her, huh?

- Well, I had to.

It completed the circle.

The perfect circle.

If only you hadn't turned up.

- And now?

- I told you you were
getting careless.

You drink too much.

I told you that, too.

- It won't work.

- On the contrary, the
circle is still perfect.

The whole world knows
there's a price on your head,

so somebody collected.

- Maybe somebody saw
you come in here.

- I took the bus and
walked the last mile.

And if someone did see me
coming this way,

well, there's no connection
between us, is there?

There never has been.

- Somebody'll see you leave.

- No.

No one will see me leave.

- I loved you.

- Yes.

- Hey, hey.

Blondie.
(g*nf*re)

(g*nf*re)

(glass breaking)
(g*nf*re)

(upbeat music)

- Inform the state, the
deal's closed.

Yeah, oh and tell him
he had a friend,

so just to be on the safe side,

I gave her a contract too.

Uh-huh.

(dramatic music)