(pulsating music)
(fanfare)
(birds chirping)
(slow, dramatic music)
(slow, dramatic music)
(leaves crunching)
(slow, dramatic music)
(screaming)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic theme music)
(upbeat funky music)
(door opens)
- Uh, don't sh**t, it's me.
- Jody.
- Hi.
I was, um, just passing by.
I thought I'd buy
you some lunch.
- Oh, well, no chance.
I'm off to Rome.
- Oh?
Lucky you.
Unlucky Rome.
- Unlucky Rome.
Well it's a nice once.
Straight forward surveillance,
no problems, lots of loots.
Shouldn't take long.
- But you should stay
on a few days.
- Maybe.
- Do you know any girls in Rome?
I've got some dynamite numbers.
- Jody, I wish you
wouldn't do that.
- Do what?
- That.
Kid around like that.
- Well, I'm not kidding.
I know a lot of girls in
Rome who would
be very glad to--
- Jody.
You're my wife.
- Well, I've got a big heart.
Anyway, if you happen
to be in Rome alone--
- We are married.
- Separated.
- By mutual agreement.
- Yes, but still separated.
- And still married.
(Jody sighs)
- Okay.
Okay, go to Rome.
Have a lousy time; I
really don't care.
- Who said I was gonna
have a lousy time?
I know lots of people in Rome.
Some of them girls.
- Who?
- What does it matter?
- No.
No.
Of course it doesn't matter.
We agreed, a trial separation.
You'll go your way,
I'll go mine.
- Right.
What have you been doing?
- Oh, this and that.
Actually, I've been pretty busy.
- Not so busy you
couldn't drop by to ask
me out to lunch.
- I was just passing by,
I told you.
- But apart from that, you've
been having lots of fun?
- [Jody] Yes, I have.
- Last night, for instance,
having lots of fun then?
- Um, yes.
- Another party I suppose,
out all night?
- Oh, dear.
- Alone, you were home
by 7:30, no callers.
Your bedroom light
was out by 10.
- Johnny, were you spying on me?
- No, no, no.
I just happened to
be passing by.
- That's a mess.
Come on, let me do it.
I do it better.
- Oh, it's crazy.
Jody, you're crazy.
You hated the thought of
sitting around at home
cooking for me, and
now you just sit around
and cook for yourself.
Where's the sense in that?
Jody, I still love you,
you still love me.
Now I know you still love
so why don't we stop--
- Good idea.
Girls love to be read to.
- Now Jody, listen.
There aren't any other girls.
There never will be any
other girls, you know that.
Now come with me, come to Rome.
- Oh Johnny, don't.
- It'll be hot, fun, romantic.
- You'll be working.
- Only for the first
couple of days or so.
After that we can do
what you like.
- Oh, tell me about those
first couple of days.
What do I do?
I don't wanna wander
around Rome alone
getting my bottom pinched.
- Well you wouldn't have to.
Listen, you could be useful.
There are notes to be taken,
reports to be typed up.
- Useful?
Notes to be taken?
Johnny, that's what
it's all about.
- Oh Jody, please.
- I wanna be my own person.
I wanna be somebody, I
can't help it.
- You're my wife.
- Well, I guess
that's not enough.
Oh, Johnny.
Johnny, I love you.
I really do.
But there's gotta be
more than that.
- Jody.
Look, I can't miss that plane.
- Okay.
Have a safe trip.
- Yeah.
Now come on.
- Oh wait.
Hey, I could, uh, always
mind the store for you
while you're gone.
Solve a few cases.
Nail a few K*llers?
- Jody, will you come on?
- Oh dear.
Well, you're just not ready
for me yet, that's all.
- What?
- Well I was only kidding
about minding the store, but.
- But?
- Well, if you had said yes--
- Oh come on Jody, this
is a detective agency
for crying out loud.
It's man's work.
- Johnny, if you'd said
yes you might find--
- Look, if this is gonna develop
into a women's lib tirade
another round, then I have
to take a rain check on it.
Look, my plane leaves--
I'm only just gonna make it.
Jody.
Look, I do love you.
I just, I just don't
have the time.
If you change your mind, I'll
be staying at The Royale.
- Why didn't you say yes?
(old man breathing heavily)
Excuse me?
May I help you?
- Oh.
Baxter, Confidential Enquiries.
Recommended.
J. Baxter, thank you.
- Yes.
Yes, that's right.
- You?
J. Baxter?
- Jody Baxter.
- Oh.
Recommended.
Highly recommended.
A woman.
I didn't expect it.
(deeply exhale)
Why not, eh?
Everything's changing, the
whole world is changing.
Forgive me, my name is
Tully, Arnold Tully.
- Well how do you do, Mr. Tully?
- How do you do?
Shouldn't we go in?
- Well, uh, no, actually,
you see,
I was just on my way out
to lunch, but,
well if it's important,
you could join me.
If it's not, you--
- Oh, it's important, yes.
My niece,
Anabella,
m*rder*d.
- m*rder*d.
Oh, well that's for the police.
- No, no, you don't understand.
She was m*rder*d five years ago.
Since then the police,
well, they've made no
progress at all.
- Five years?
- Impotent, abortive years.
And nothing, nothing.
That's why I decided, finally,
private detective.
- Five years, and you want
me to find the k*ller?
- No, no, no.
I, uh,
I know who the k*ller is.
I want you to prove it.
(slow, dramatic music)
Here.
It was somewhere here.
Somewhere.
(birds chirping)
Somewhere.
It's hard to be exactly sure.
Five years, almost to the day.
So many things have changed.
It's a long time.
It seems like yesterday.
It will always seem
like yesterday.
They say that when one
falls in love,
time stands still.
Perhaps that's true.
But it stands still for
tragedy, as well as for love.
It stands still when
one loses...
such a precious thing.
I never married.
They dubbed me the
misogynist of the family,
the woman hater.
The truth is, women
always scared me a bit.
And then, suddenly, my
brother and his wife
were both k*lled, and I
became a parent,
with a woman of my
own to care for.
A child woman.
Not someone to be scared of,
someone to mold.
To watch grow and blossom.
Someone to love,
at last.
I want him behind bars.
I want him to pay for
what he did.
- Who, Mr. Dully?
Who?
- Peter Ingram.
(cars passing)
You see, they all know.
There isn't a dozen
people in the whole town
that'll talk to him.
Some of the young men
tried to beat him up.
But he's a powerful man.
- Why doesn't he leave?
- Bravado.
The k*ller, the brutal
k*ller, walking the streets.
- Well what do the
police say about it?
- Yeah, well Tully's right.
It was Ingram, definitely.
No doubt about it.
- Well if you know that,
why didn't you--
- Knowing's one thing,
proving's another.
Isn't that right, Charley?
Oh, we pulled him soon
after the m*rder, held him.
How long was it Charley,
about, uh, three days?
- Four.
- Yeah, and then we had
to let him go.
I mean, we knew he did it,
but we had to let him go.
- How do you know he did it?
- Oh, you know a lot of
circumstantial stuff.
Timing's, opportunity.
Oh, and he, um, he fancied her.
They had worked together
on some amateur
theatrical thing and
he fancied her.
Besides, I mean he was
the only possible suspect.
It was definitely him.
Yeah, we had enough
evidence to bring
him to trial.
- You did?
- Yeah, but not enough to
guarantee a conviction.
Bring him under trial, and
they find him not guilty,
they can never touch him again.
- Well it's been five years.
It seems to me you haven't
touched him at all.
- No, we couldn't
take the chance.
But one day.
One day, some vital
little factor may pop up,
and, uh. (snapping)
- Like what?
Like him doing it again?
- Mhm.
That's possible.
- Oh.
I mean, that's so coldblooded.
That's immoral.
- That's fact.
It's one of the facts of law.
You think I like seeing
a m*rder*r walk free?
Still.
Tully's brought in private help,
so,
maybe you'll show us
all the way, eh?
- Oh maybe I will.
- Look Miss Baxter, I'm not
fool enough to turn down
any kind of help from wherever,
even from a woman.
I'll tell you what, though.
I'll you give all the
cooperation you need.
Now these files are
supposed to be confidential,
but, uh, if you wanna
blast through them,
please yourself, okay?
- Oh, thank you.
- And, uh, anything that's
not in there, ask me.
I was on the case.
(slow, dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(slow, dramatic music)
(funky music)
(birds chirping)
(underbrush crunching)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic music)
(gasping)
What do you think Charley?
- Hm?
- Our girl detective.
- She might turn up
something, a fresh eye?
- Ah, there isn't anything
to turn up, is there?
No, I meant her.
That figure.
Your eyes practically fill out
your checks, you sexy devil.
(chuckles)
Yeah, could do with a few
detectives like that around
here.
It'd be a big
improvement on you.
- George, go home, George.
- "Go home, George."
You're always saying that.
- [Charley] Give my
regards to your wife.
- Ouch.
That's below the belt, Charley.
Ah, you're just jealous.
Just because you're not married.
Because you haven't found
Miss Right yet.
Or maybe you have.
You're not telling me, aye?
- [Charley] Good bye, George.
- See ya.
- George.
- Hm?
- You told her wrong.
The only possible suspect?
What about that uncle of hers?
Tully?
Well there was an
unhealthy relationship.
(slow, dramatic music)
- I'll get it for you.
- Thanks.
- This one?
- Fine.
(slow, dramatic music)
Thank you.
I teach back home in America.
The flora and fauna of a
foreign country.
- I would have thought they
had better trees in America.
- Oh yes, they do.
Yes, but actually you know,
English birch.
Did you know they import
genuine London fog in cans?
And Scottish water.
Anyway, the kids'll love it.
- I wish I'd had a teacher
that looked like you.
- Yes.
Thank you.
- Is that all?
- Yes.
- Then how about some
genuine English tea?
I love just on the
edge of the wood.
- No, well actually I
left my car--
- It'll be quite safe.
Hardly anyone comes
this way any more.
Besides, it's only a
few minutes.
- Okay.
Yes, I'd love to.
- Good.
After you.
(slow, dramatic music)
(soft lullaby music)
- "Shall I compare thee to
a summer's day?
"Thou art more lovely and
more temperate.
"Rough winds do shake
the darling buds of May,
"and summer's lease hath
all too short a date.
"Sometime too hot the
eye of heaven shines,
"and often is his gold
complexion dimmed;
"and every fair from
fair sometime declines,
"by chance, or nature's
changing course, untrimmed;
"but thy eternal
summer shall not
"fade."
- [Jody] Are you an actor?
- Was.
Once upon a time.
10 years of it.
Then I came to the conclusion
that Lawrence Olivier
I was not, so I packed it in.
- And, uh, what do you do now?
- [Peter] I write.
- Oh.
What kind of writing?
- Oh, this and that.
A bit for the newspapers.
Some drama criticism.
I'm an authority on
lousy actors,
having been one myself.
Yes, I used to do a
regular column until,
until they found someone better.
Milk and sugar?
- Uh, no sugar.
(clattering)
(birds chirping)
Don't you find it a little
spooky living her all alone?
- I find it private.
Well do sit down.
- So you don't do any
acting now at all then?
- No.
- Well not even local,
amateur things?
- Well, I've helped old
Williams out a couple of times.
Williams, he owns the
local bookshop
and runs the amateur
dramatic society.
I've done the old thing
for him once in a while.
- Well I suppose that's
not a bad way of
getting to meet people.
Well, girls, anyway.
- Oh well there have
been one or two occasions
where it is--
(glass shattering)
Leave it.
- But, somebody just--
- Leave it.
They'll have run away by now.
They always run away.
- Does this happen often?
- Not as often as it did.
Small towns are funny things.
They're close, like a family.
Well I had a bit of a
problem with this town
a few years ago and they
won't let me forget it.
You'd think after this
time, they'd get tired.
You'd think they'd
forget sometime.
- Why don't you call the police?
- The police.
(birds chirping)
Whoever it was, they've
long gone by now.
(clears throat)
- Thank you.
You said you had a
problem before.
What did you do?
- Well it's what they
think I did.
Look, do you mind if we drop it?
- No.
- Are you gonna be
around here long?
- No, just a few days.
- Well I'd like to
buy you dinner.
There are a couple of places
where they'll still serve me.
- Well no actually, I'm
gonna be pretty busy.
- I see.
- Thank you for the tea.
- [Peter] You're welcome.
- I really ought to
be going now.
- I'll walk you to your car.
- [Jody] Oh no that's all right.
Please, I know where it is.
- That's right, and you
know where I am.
If you should change your mind.
Hey.
(slow, dramatic music)
- Thank you.
(slow, dramatic music)
- I'll be seeing you.
(slow, dramatic music)
(underbrush crunching)
(hitting)
(underbrush crunching)
(dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
(slow, soft music)
- Oh!
(dramatic music)
- You're a bit jumpy
for a detective.
- Someone was chasing me.
- I was chasing you.
- You?
- I lost you back there.
I cut across here to meet you.
- Well why didn't you call out?
- Because he might
have heard me.
Ingram.
If he had something in mind,
I didn't wanna put him off.
- Well thanks.
Thanks a lot.
- That's why I'm here.
I knew the first place
you'd be heading for
would be here and at Ingram's.
You didn't think I'd
let you walk
into a k*ller's house without
police protection, did you?
I left my car down
the road a bit.
You don't mind, do you?
- No.
I don't mind.
How long have you been here?
- Eh, a while.
- Then you must have
seen who did it.
- Did what?
- Well somebody threw a rock
through Ingram's window.
- Did they now?
- Well was it you?
- No, it damn well wasn't.
And if I had seen who did
it, I'd look the other way.
Anything that rub's
Ingram's nose raw
is okay with me, anything.
It'll make him break
and give himself away.
- Yes, well that only works
if you're sure of one thing.
- And what's that?
- That he's the man you want.
- She really was pretty.
- She was beautiful.
- You know, it's very odd.
The police reports are so full
of Ingram and his behavior.
There's very little about
her, her state of mind.
Where was she going that day?
- She merely went for a walk.
- No.
- You found something.
- No, it's just that she
was a woman and so am I.
See, she wouldn't have
just been going for a walk,
because it had been raining.
But she did go for a walk.
A long walk down a muddy path
that doesn't go anywhere.
- Except to Ingram's cottage.
It's a mile further on.
- Yes, I know that.
I met him today.
- And?
- Well, I don't know.
You see, a woman usually
takes a walk like that if
she has something on her
mind, or if she's going to
meet her lover or if she--
- Lover?
She was a child.
- Well she was 17-years-old.
- I...
I would have known.
She would have told me.
- Would she?
How would you have reacted?
Angry, protective?
Jealous?
- I was responsible for her.
- Well Mr. Tully, that
would have been a perfectly
normal reaction, a
father's reaction.
You've kept her room exactly
as it was, haven't you?
May I see it?
- The, the police went over
it with a fine tooth comb.
- Well yes, I know that.
But not with a woman's eye.
May I, please?
- I'll leave you to it, then.
Please, be kind to leave
everything as you find it.
- Well yes, of course I will.
(soft lullaby music)
(music box closing)
Oh.
- Sorry.
I'll come back and
do that later.
- Oh no, please,
that's all right.
- You sure?
- Yeah, stay.
- Mr. Tully likes it kept clean.
He insists.
Clean, and just as
it always was.
I hope you catch him.
- Who?
- Ingram, that's what
you're here for, isn't it?
- [Jody] Ah, yes.
- Yes, I hope you catch him.
She was lovely, Miss Annabella,
lovely.
- You knew her well then?
- Oh, since she was that high.
I was the last person to
see her alive.
Last but one, that is.
She came into the kitchen,
she did,
to borrow a bag.
- A bag?
What kind of bag?
- Oh a plastic thing.
Like you use in the deep freeze.
And she tripped out again.
"It's a lovely morning,
Auntie Fitch," she said.
Auntie Fitch.
Her last words.
That's my name, see.
I'm Mrs. Fitch, but she
always called me Auntie.
- A lovely day?
- [Mrs. Fitch] Uh huh.
- But hadn't it been raining?
- Well it had just stopped.
But it was a lovely to
her, poor little thing.
She didn't know she was going
to have a knife plunged
into her ribs, did she?
- So she was really especially
happy that day, then?
- [Mrs. Fitch] Uh huh.
- Why?
- Dunno.
Had something to do
with that book, though.
- [Jody] What book?
- Well, the one she
had with her.
Cuddling it she was, like
it was something special.
A hanging would be too
good for that man.
They don't even do that now.
- So she left, taking a
book with her?
- I told you.
- Oh yes, I know, I was
just thinking aloud.
Uh, what kind of book was it?
- It were a Shakespeare thing.
Like that one.
Yes.
Exactly like that one.
- But, Mrs. Fitch, there wasn't
any book found on the body.
Did you tell the
police about this?
- Oh I told them.
Fat lot of attention
they paid me.
"Not important," they said.
Well, neither it was.
The important thing
is, for you to get that
Ingram behind bars.
(door closes)
(sighs)
(slow, dramatic music)
- Stopped off for years.
Ah yes.
Here we are.
This is what I call one
of my perennials.
Children passes exam,
Christmas, a birthday.
It's an always welcome gift.
- Do you keep a record of
all your sales?
- You mean copies sold
at a particular period?
Well yes, so that we
can restock.
- And um, how far back do
your records go?
- Five years, maybe?
- Yes, she did.
She loved the theater.
Got that from me, I suppose.
- Were you an actor, too?
- Oh.
No, it's just that I always
found the fantasy world
of the theater infinitely
preferable to the realities
that life has to offer.
- So she only acted in
amateur groups then?
- Yes.
But she was good.
Very good.
We talked of sending
her to a drama school.
- Was her Rosalyn good?
Rosalyn, in As You Like It.
She did play that, did she?
- Superbly.
Eh, I am prejudiced of course,
but,
I thought it was--
- The most beautiful
Rosalyn you'd ever seen?
"For the most beautiful
Rosalyn I've ever seen.
"From the worst Oberon ever."
Did you give her that look?
Well somebody did.
And you know what I found out?
The day before she died,
the bookshop sold a book
just like that of
Midsummer Night's Dream.
Now I think that
Annabella bought that book
to give to someone.
To Oberon.
The worst Oberon ever.
Mr. Tully, I think that
Oberon m*rder*d your niece.
(dialing)
- Ingram was an actor.
- Mr. Ingram?
Jody Baxter.
Yes, is that dinner
invitation still open?
(knocking)
(door opening)
Mr. Ingram?
(door closes)
Mr. Ingram?
Oh, I--
- A detective.
(hitting)
A detective!
(Jody grunting)
A dirty detective!
A professional snoop.
(Jody choking)
(hitting)
(grunting)
Ugh.
- Who told you?
- I still have some
friends left.
Williams called.
He told me you'd been
snooping around the book shop.
I am going to bleed to death.
- Hold it there.
Here, give me that.
(yelling)
(coughing)
- Don't waste anymore of it.
Glass.
(pouring)
Why did you come here tonight?
What else can I tell?
- Did you ever play
the classics?
- Aye?
- [Jody] The classics.
Shakespeare.
- Well yes of course.
Every actor sooner or later--
- Midsummer Night's Dream?
- What?
- [Jody] The Dream,
did you ever play that?
- Yes.
- Oberon?
- No.
Yes.
A couple of times, I suppose.
- How were you?
- What?
- [Jody] How were you?
Were you good, bad?
- I was okay.
- But you weren't the
worst Oberon ever?
- What?
- Somebody may remember.
- Well, just a minute.
(door slams)
(car door closes)
(car starts up)
The worst Oberon ever?
- Witch Hazel.
It'll help keep down
the bruising.
- Thank you.
That really was dumb of
me to go blundering around
those woods after dark.
- Hm.
(clock ticking)
You left here to met Ingram.
You did meet him.
- No, I did not.
I never got there.
- Mr. Briggs, sir.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
(Jody clears throat)
All right.
What happened?
- Thank you, Mrs. Fitch.
(sighs)
- That's gonna be a
nasty bruise.
- How did you find out about it?
- News travels fast in a
town like this.
Especially bad news.
Now tell me about it.
- I just went walking and
tripped and fell, that's all.
- But there's marks around
your neck, too.
- Please.
- Oh, he had a go at you.
Well.
I've got him this time.
I'll pull him in.
- What grounds?
I'm not making any complaints.
Well I'm not, I'm not
accusing anyone.
- Not complain?
This is what we've
been waiting for.
Whose side are you on anyway?
What the hell do you want?
- I want to find the man
who k*lled Annabella.
That's what I want.
(soft music)
(slow, dramatic music)
(soft music)
(slow, dramatic music)
(banging)
- Oh, Miss Baxter.
Found something?
- Mhm.
Look.
What do you think this is?
- Makes a change from the
usual heart and arrow.
- "And this the cranny
is, right and sinister."
- I'm sorry?
- Haven't you ever
read Shakespeare?
- Played it once when
I was a kid at school.
- Hm.
- Still looking for
a vital clue?
No chance.
We had the best forensics
men in the country.
- Oh?
Why are you here?
- I thought I'd take a
country walk.
- No, I don't think so.
- You're right.
I thought I'd wander
and recreate.
You never know.
What happened to your face?
- Ciao.
(birds chirping)
(slow, dramatic music)
(car starts up)
(slow, dramatic music)
(soft, dramatic music)
(dialing)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Man] Senior Baxter
(speaking Italian).
- Oh, right.
(man speaking Italian)
- [Jody] Johnny?
- Jody?
- Hi, how are you?
- [Johnny] Well, I'm fine.
How are you?
- Well, I'm in a bit of a mess.
- I'm sorry, what was that?
This is a hell of a bad line.
- [Jody] I said I'm in a mess.
- No, I still didn't get that.
- A mess, Johnny.
I'm in a mess.
- Miss me?
Well I miss you, too.
- Oh, no, you don't understand.
Oh, I think I realize
how lonely your job is.
- Well that's marvelous.
- [Jody] What?
- That's the best news
I've had all week.
- [Jody] What is?
- That you're lonely.
Look, Jody, I should
be back in a few days.
- Oh Johnny, well
that's terrific.
Uh, listen, I need some advice.
- Yeah, I need you too.
Look, I'll try and
cut this short,
get back as soon as I can.
- Oh, Johnny, it's no use.
It's okay, I'll work it
out for myself.
- I'm sure we can work it out,
my love.
Never had any doubts about it.
- Well I wish I were as sure.
- [Johnny] What was that?
- I said I,
I love you Johnny.
- What?
Jody?
Are you there?
(cars honking)
Oh, shut up.
(birds chirping)
(fly buzzing)
(door opens)
- Oh, it's about time.
- Sorry.
(door closes)
Anything up?
- No, but you know
it's my birthday.
The wife's expecting me
to take me out for dinner.
What kept you anyway?
What you, you been
chasing a bird across
some muddy fields, have ya?
- George.
Go home, George.
- "Go home, George." (chuckles)
Chasing a bird across
muddy fields at your age.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(slow, dramatic music)
- Mr. Tully, I've taken
a retainer from you.
I wanna give it back.
For a lot of reasons, but,
mainly 'cause I'm a fraud.
You see, you hired the wrong J.
Baxter.
It's my husband who's
the detective, not me.
Mr. Tully?
- Hm.
I know.
- You know?
- Hm.
I told you
J. Baxter was highly
recommended to me.
When it turned out to be you,
I naturally checked back.
- I'm sorry.
- Why?
I am satisfied.
I want you on the case.
- Thank you.
Oh.
(yawns)
I'm so sorry.
- You have done well so far.
Nothing concrete, of course,
but,
looking at it with a woman's
eye, I believe you said.
Perhaps that's what was
always wanted.
There has to be one thing.
He must have made one mistake.
Perhaps it needs a woman's
eye to discover it.
You're tired.
You can't possibly drive
back to your hotel.
Stay here.
You...
You can have Annabella's room.
- "I know a bank where
the wild thyme blows,
"where oxlips and the
nodding violet grows,
"quite over-canopied
with luscious woodbine,
"with sweet musk-roses and
with eglantine.
"There sleeps Titania..."
(slow, dramatic music)
- Shh.
Go to sleep.
(slow, dramatic music)
- Where's Charley?
- Spencer?
He's not due until two, is he?
Do you need something?
- No, no, no, no.
- On her birthday.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
It suits you.
- There's coffee.
- The bruise.
I like my women with
a little imperfection.
Perhaps I should sent them
all over to meet Ingram.
You're still not bringing
charges, then?
No?
Well, maybe there's
one or two I might like
to bring against you.
Yeah.
(tapping)
We're building evidence.
- Oh please, that
book was up there
for anyone to see.
Your men obviously
overlooked it.
Anyway, it's not
evidence of anything.
- Isn't it?
Ingram's an actor.
- Well he's not
necessarily a bad one.
The worst Oberon ever?
- All right, well how
about fraud then?
You led Mr. Tully here into
thinking you're a detective.
- No, I already told Mr.
Tully the truth.
I offered to give him his
retainer back.
Ask him.
- It's true.
- I see.
And now young lady,
you're playing with fire.
You play with fire, you
end up burnt to a crisp.
Morning, Mr. Tully.
- Good morning.
(phone ringing)
I'm sorry, I,
he arrived, started talking.
Perhaps I told him too much.
- Oh, it's not your fault.
That man.
- Yes?
- Phone call, sir.
- For me?
- For Miss Baxter.
- Oh.
- It's from him.
From that man, Ingram.
- Yes, I wanted to thank you.
Well, obviously you
didn't say anything about
what happened the other night.
Well, nobody's been here.
I wanted to thank you,
that's all.
No, don't hang up.
Listen.
What you said that night.
"The worst Oberon ever."
Was that important?
Well, just because I've
heard the expression before
and I remembered where.
Williams.
At the book shop.
He runs the amateur
society, has done for years.
He must have seen some of
the worst Ober--
Well you can't today,
it's Sunday.
Hello?
Hello?
(clock tolling in the distance)
(door knob rattling)
(clock tolling in the distance)
(rattling)
(slow, dramatic music)
- Mr. Williams?
(slow, dramatic music)
Mr. Williams?
(slow, dramatic music)
(knocking)
Mr. Williams?
(slow, dramatic music)
(gasping)
(dramatic music)
- Well thanks very much.
- Well?
- You seem to attract violence.
The doc says injuries are
consistent with a fall
down the stairs.
- Or a chop on the neck.
- An expert in karate, too?
You weren't a bloody
expert when you got that
bruise on your face, were you?
- So it's an accident.
- Well that's the first opinion.
The doc seemed pretty sure.
- Well what a
convenient accident.
- Why?
'Cause you didn't have
time to talk to him first?
What about anyway?
- Oberon.
- Oh, that stuff in the book?
- Yes, why not?
Williams had an amateur
theater group for years.
He probably would have
remembered
the worst Oberon ever.
- How did you know that?
- I prefer not to say.
- Ingram?
Did he tell you that?
Aye, then maybe Williams
didn't fall down the stairs.
- Morning.
What's going on?
- A sudden death, accidental.
- Williams?
- Yeah.
Miss Sherlock Holmes
here found him.
What the hell are you
doing here, anyway?
- I was just passing by
and saw the car.
What happened?
- He tripped, fell,
broke his neck.
According to the doctor.
- Poor old Williams.
- Poor old Williams, come on.
You've felt the back of
his hand a few times.
- So did you.
- Yeah, but he singled you
out particularly, didn't he?
He always gave you the
lowest marks for everything.
Williams taught school
here 'til he retired
and took this place.
He was miserable, and
he was vicious.
Made sense he was one of
the few who still
talked to Ingram.
Two of a kind.
Well Miss Baxter, there's no
need for you to hang around.
I'll be in touch with you later.
Well now you're here, Charley,
you can give me a hand.
I'll need to take a
look upstairs.
- Mr. Tully--
- I know about Williams.
I can't say I ever liked him.
He was took close to
Ingram for that, but,
I am sorry.
It was an awful accident.
- If it was an accident.
- You mean the police have
found something
to suggest it wasn't?
- No.
- Hm.
I have been full of
thoughts of vengeance.
I have incubated hate
for so long.
That's why I came to you.
But these last few days, I've,
I've come to realize that
eventually, one must forget.
Keep picking at an old
wound and it never heals.
It just goes on hurting.
I don't want you to think
I'm ungrateful.
I am very grateful--
- Mr. Tully, do you
want me to leave?
- Yes.
(sighs)
- All right.
Tomorrow.
I'll leave tomorrow.
(door closes)
(slow, dramatic music)
(chopping)
(chopping)
(chopping)
- I'm sorry.
I misjudged you, didn't I?
You're open to trap him.
Ingram.
That's why you talked to him.
Yes, you'd have to speak to him.
Lead him astray.
Wait for the moment
when he makes
that fatal slip and--
(chopping)
Mind you, I told him, when
he first brought her here,
a mere child, I told him the
heartache at the end of it.
Not right for a bachelor to
be bringing up a young girl.
No.
Not right at all.
Now, if he'd married,
found himself a good,
wholesome woman,
someone nearer his own age.
(tsking)
I told him.
(slow, dramatic music)
See, if you could prove
Ingram did it,
it'd set Mr. Tully's
mind at rest.
Then, perhaps, he'd
start looking.
And his seeing his way clear--
(slow, dramatic music)
(door closes)
(slow, dramatic music)
(glass shattering)
- "Do you amend it then?
"It lies in you.
"Why should Titania
cross her Oberon?
"I do but beg a little
changeling boy,
"to be my henchman."
"Why should Titania
cross her Oberon?"
(door opening)
(phone ringing)
- CID.
Oh yes, Miss Baxter.
Speaking.
What can I do for you?
- I just wanna check something
out on the autopsy report
of Annabella Tully.
Could you have a look for me?
- I don't have to look.
I know that one backwards.
What do you want to know?
- Well, wasn't there something
about dirt, or earth,
being found under her
fingernails?
- Yes, earth was found under
the nails of both hands.
Why?
- But, it was established
she was attacked
from a standing position and
then fell onto her back, right?
- Yes, but--
- Oh, I'm just
following a hunch.
One more question.
- Well that was yesterday,
but why--
Hello?
- What's she on about now?
- Don't know.
It didn't make sense.
Nothing.
See you later.
- Mr. Tully?
I think I'm about to
earn that fee.
And all because of a
plastic bag.
- Bag?
- Yes, you see,
Annabella bought a book
to give to someone, right?
And then she put it in
a plastic bag.
Now why not paper, and a ribbon?
Because she was
going to hide it.
Bury it.
Mr. Tully, out in the
woods, in a place that only
she and Oberon would know about.
Believe me, Mr. Tully,
a young girl in love
would do that kind of thing.
Now I bet you that book
is still there,
with her inscription on
the fly leaf, and his name.
The k*ller's name, Mr. Tully.
I'm gonna find out.
- That wood is two miles wide.
It could be anywhere.
- No, there's only one
place that it could be.
This loom, this rough-cast,
and this stone tell the show.
Mr. Tully, for a theater
buff, you don't know
too much about Shakespeare.
The wall.
I'm talking about the wall, Mr.
Tully.
Through which the lovers
did whisper often
and very secretly.
(slow, dramatic music)
- The wall.
(slow, dramatic music)
(digging)
(slow, dramatic music)
(slow, dramatic music)
- You're clever.
Very clever.
I often wondered about that
dirt under her fingernails.
(slow, dramatic music)
- You.
The worst Oberon.
- Yes.
But don't forget the effort.
Williams never did.
Just 10 years old, I
was, and he leaned on me.
He shouldn't have told her.
Shouldn't have.
I had a wife and kids,
she knew that.
If it were to come out, it
would've k*lled
my chances at promotion.
She knew that, too.
Precocious little...
I'm sorry.
(slow, dramatic music)
- George.
You're big, George.
Bigger than me.
Remember in school.
Big as you were, I always
took you apart.
He never won.
George?
Sit down, George.
You can't ask a
question that like,
when was his birthday,
and not expect to arouse
my curiosity.
I've been following him since.
Why did you ask it?
- Women's intuition.
- Was that his birthday present?
(slow, dramatic music)
- It's crazy.
It is ridiculous.
Jody, it's unethical.
- Okay.
Oh, come on, Johnny, it's money.
It's a signed check.
I did a good job.
- Oh, what am I gonna do?
- Cash it.
Then cash in on me, I'm useful.
- Very.
- Oh come on, Johnny.
Cut me in as an equal partner,
eh?
We'll work together..
- Work together?
You mean
you and me?
Here?
- Well yes.
- Okay.
- Oh, Johnny.
(chuckling)
- Partners, again.
- Uh huh.
(phone ringing)
I'll get it.
Baxter and Baxter?
(slow, dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
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06x06 - A Midsummer Nightmare
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As the title suggests, each story is a thriller of some variety, from tales of the supernatural to down-to-earth whodunits.
As the title suggests, each story is a thriller of some variety, from tales of the supernatural to down-to-earth whodunits.