- You're gonna be late for work. - I don't care.
Come on.
- Oh, Mrs. Eastby, hello. - Oh, hello.
Hey, did you get that pest control...?
Oh, yes. Yes.
The traps work better with a little peanut butter.
It's much better than cheese,
despite the popular notion that cheese is best.
- Oh, this is Mr. Harris. - Good afternoon. How are you?
- Hello. - Hello. Good to meet you.
- See you later. - Bye-bye.
Bye.
But I think that Bruton Street would be perfect for the gallery
because it's just right in the thick of things and...
It'll just be a natural success, I think,
because you're great at picking out paintings and bric-a-brac.
Yeah.
Knowing my luck, I'll get pregnant the minute it opens.
Yeah, well, you can manage both. I mean...
Heths didn't have a problem
giving up Adair, when we first had Rosie.
Remember, we did have a lot of help though.
But the nanny left us. She got a part in a movie.
- No. - Yeah.
Actually, you know who we bumped into the other day?
- Obviously you know, but... Nola. - Yeah.
Well, I told you, we saw her. When was it? Ages ago now.
Yeah. Well, I think she's now working in a boutique on Ledbury Road.
I think it's Paul and Joe's or something.
But she's just such an odd girl.
I mean, she still looks great. Sorry, but it's true.
But something's just...
...changed in her face. I mean, I... We barely spoke.
Tom said she looked a bit hard.
Yeah, well, she's always, you know, been a lady of the sauce, so to speak.
And I think it kind of runs in the family,
but, I don't know...
I mean she's still got that "come-hither" look.
- Is she going out with anyone? - Strangely, I forgot to ask.
But I'll keep you in touch with that, Chloe, let you know.
- Hello, Tom. - Hello.
- Hello, fella. - What are you doing here?
We just popped in for a bit of, you know, local tagliatelle.
Good to see you. What a lovely family gathering.
You should have told us. We'd have made a sextet.
A sextet. We could have had one of those.
- You guys going to Hedley next month? - Yeah, we're gonna try. Aren't we?
I know Tom's dying to get away.
I was yelling at you the other day. You didn't hear me.
Me?
Yeah, you were hailing a cab on Melcombe Street about, what, 5:00.
- I'd have given you a lift. - I was?
- Where's Melcombe Street? - No, not me.
Yes, I mean it certainly looked like you.
- Where is Melcombe Street? - No, I'm afraid you're mistaken.
But people are always taking me for other people. So...
I'd have sworn it was you.
Well, it certainly wouldn't be Chris hailing a cab.
He's completely dependant on our driver.
- Quite right. - Very annoying.
You should check for early Alzheimer's. You're forgetting. I'm sure I'm right.
No, you are mistaken. But thank you for thinking of me.
I think the only thing that comes out of this conversation is you're both nuts.
- Well, you're an authority on that. - Or drunk. How dare you?
Look, we'd better be going on. Look, call me.
- I will do. - Enjoy your supper.
- Bye. See you. - Thanks.
Nuts.
Good afternoon, Ingrid.
Samantha, what do we have for this afternoon?
Just the Sarazin people at two.
- Can we push it an hour? - Yeah.
I should be back in time, but if I'm not, please make them comfortable.
Chris. Where are you off to?
I'm sorry, Rod, I've got an appointment.
We have Sarazin and company this afternoon.
I should be back in time but if I'm not, please start without me.
- Really? - It's OK. It's important, trust me.
It's ridiculous to go back to my place.
Once we get there, you'll have less than an hour.
Look, it's not that I'm miserable with Chloe, it's just...
I don't wanna talk about Chloe anymore!
Listen, it's just I'm bored! I mean, she's very nice, but...
- Chris! - Are you in a bad mood?
Yes, I am in a bad mood. I just blew another audition.
I'm so sick of this acting thing, it's just not working out.
It's a hard field.
- You have to keep plugging at it. - I'm sick of plugging.
Tom's mother was right. Itjust gets to a point, you know?
Or should I say your mother-in-law?
Hey, look. Let's not go into one of those, OK?
I don't know what I'm doing with you. You're never gonna leave Chloe.
Maybe I will.
Don't say that unless you mean it.
Chloe's just so desperate to get pregnant.
I mean, it's... mechanical.
I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't see you.
Really. I mean it.
- Merry bloody Christmas. - Lovely.
How many cigarettes are you gonna smoke today?
- A million, at least. - Please don't start smoking.
- Well, it is Christmas. - It's such a pity.
- Come on, just a little one. - It's gonna...
You think you're going to be living forever, you're not.
Hi.
I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas.
I've been thinking about you.
I may be able to get away tomorrow, for an hour or so.
OK. See you then.
Bye-bye.
There you are, Chris.
Chloe tells me you've sustained some personal loss in the market
over the past few months.
Well, I guess I've been a little bit careless, not concentrating.
And, of course, I thought I made good decisions, but...
Well, who could have predicted these...?
Look, I don't want you and Chloe to worry.
- You'll always have a safety net. - You're too generous, sir.
Oh, no, you've made Chloe happy,
and that means a great deal to Eleanor and me.
Well, I think it's gonna be an amazing holiday. Don't you, Chris?
Yes.
We have a choice of sleeping on the boat or in the different hotels.
- Boat. - Boat.
- Every time. - Good. I say the boat.
Do you know he's never been to the Greek Islands.
- What? - No.
- No, he's never been. - You'll love it.
No. I have been to Athens, but I hear the Islands are paradise.
Oh, that reminds me,
we have to go to Sardinia to pop in on Brook and Dougie Winston.
- Oh, good. - Oh, God.
- No, no, the house is beautiful. - Brook's fine, Dougie's a nightmare.
Sounds so romantic, doesn't it? Míkonos and Crete.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I'm so anxious to see all the beautiful old temples and theaters.
Oh, God.
Yeah. Oh, I'll do that with you. Tom can stay...
You know, I bought Chris an ancient Greek fertility charm.
- Do you remember? - I'll never forget.
I sent off for that fertility thingy.
He had to put it under his pillow for two months.
And absolutely nothing happened, of course.
Poor thing.
- I'd just subjected him to the torture. - They think he's firing blanks.
- Oh, shut up! - Hello?
I miss you.
- Love me. Just love me. - No, because it's not funny.
- It's not funny. - I'm sorry.
Proof is in the pudding, and there ain't been any pudding.
- I can't get away right now. - Well, you have to.
When can you get here?
Tomorrow. No, Monday.
Look...
It's a three-day weekend.
Tuesday.
Chris, I need to see you.
I'll see what I can do. I'll call you right back.
I would love to meet Barbra Streisand.
She's meant to be really lovely. She's with that other American fella.
- Who was that? - Oh, I'm such an idiot.
I forgot to sign some papers. I may have to drive into town.
Jack Garner?
You can't go, it's a bank holiday weekend.
The traffic'll be terrible.
- James Garner, that's it. - I mean, we've all got plans.
I don't mean today.
They named their little dog after Elaine Paige.
Well, surely it can wait a couple of days.
- Why did they do that? - 'Cause it howls all night long.
- Yes, I'm sure it can. - Oh, that's mean.
I know. And it's terribly small and furry.
That's mean.
I think tomorrow we should go for a morning ride.
I've some lovely new horses.
Do you remember when Chris came here first,
and he had some serious qualms about riding?
- I spoke to Teddy. - How is he?
Well, this morning he was talking about buying a horse of his own.
- No. - Yeah.
I don't know, it was all in good fun.
- Where from? - Anyway...
- I think Nan's got a really nice mare. - ...he's a wonderful new horse.
Telephone call, sir. She said it was important.
Excuse me.
- Tomorrow morning? - Do you wanna come?
That bloody phone has not stopped ringing all weekend.
- I know. - It's so irritating.
Hello?
I tried to call your mobile, but it's off.
Are you mad calling me here?
When are you coming over?
I'm trying to make it for tomorrow.
I can't wait till tomorrow, I'm going crazy.
- What the hell's the matter? - I'm pregnant.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
'Cause we've got to go and try and look at this...
- ...horse for Chris. - They got it in the navy?
Yeah, the... It was lack of enough vegetables, or something.
I wonder if that's why they took lemons and oranges...
Well, they only had biscuits.
Well, that's where Rose's Lime Cordial originated...
- Who keeps calling? - It was Samantha, my secretary.
I'm afraid I won't be able to go riding tomorrow. I can't help it.
I thought Samantha said she was going to her parents this weekend.
I know, it's all my fault. Poor girl.
It's no big deal.
I'll pop back into town.
The whole thing'll take a few hours, and it'll be off my mind. I promise.
- That's a shame. - It's really sad.
Well, it is a pity because I...
I think it's unfair on Samantha too, frankly.
Yeah. Well, it's unfortunate,
but, you know, Chris has a lot of responsibility.
Well, anyway, let's not worry about it. Let's...
- Slave driver. - Look, as long as we make lamb bone.
- Can you, can you...? - Well, I think so.
- How the hell did you get pregnant? - I told you that weekend last month
that we needed to be careful and I didn't have protection,
but you couldn't wait.
What unbelievable bad luck.
Christ, I can't get my wife pregnant no matter how hard I try,
and the minute you're unprotected I knock you up.
It's 'cause you love me, and you don't love her.
Is that your interpretation?
It's a child conceived out of genuine passion,
not as part of some fertility project.
OK. Well I'll go with you, and we'll get it sorted.
- I'm not doing that again. - Again?
- What's that supposed to mean? - It's the third time.
I did it once when I was younger, and then I did it for Tom.
I didn't want to, but he insisted.
Nola, I really can't see any other way.
- Why can't I just have it? - And what?
- And we'll raise it together. - That's obviously not possible.
Why? You hate yourjob, you hate your life.
I mean, it seems like a blessing. It's a sign.
Look, Nola, I have to go.
I'm juggling six things at the same time
just to make this trip to the city look legit.
I'll talk to you on Tuesday.
Chris...
You must... I expect you to do the right thing, OK?
I'm not walking away from this.
Is anything the matter? You seemed very gloomy all weekend.
- I wanted to talk to you. - What about?
Us.
Is something wrong?
Yeah. There is.
What?
If you're still taking a hammering financially in the market,
you know it's not a problem.
I can't keep leaning on your father, Chloe.
Papa gets more pleasure out of helping his family,
than all the possessions he owns. You know that.
What is it?
Is it something to do with those phone calls you kept getting?
Because you acted really strangely after each of them.
Are you having an affair?
Am I having an affair?
Yeah, that's what I asked.
- No. - You are.
Of course I'm not. Don't be silly.
Do you not love me anymore?
Of course I love you.
Well, what's wrong?
I just feel like I'm letting you down.
You're not. How?
Is it because I'm not getting pregnant?
I just...
...feel so guilty.
So terribly guilty.
Listen, Chris.
We've both been to the doctor. We're both perfectly healthy.
I can conceive and you're perfectly capable of making a woman pregnant.
Is it me? Have I been horribly pushy and obnoxious on the subject?
Look, I... I just want a baby. I want to have our baby.
We haven't been lucky yet, that's all.
Oh, Chloe.
Let's get off the subject.
Having a child should be something that makes us both happy and excited,
not a cause of all this tension and anxiety and...
I had to talk to somebody.
I'm really suffering.
Whatever you tell me goes no further.
I'm contemplating leaving my wife for another woman.
But when the time came to tell her...
...I couldn't do it.
Yeah, well, it's not the easiest thing in the world to do, is it?
It's crazy.
I can see no real future with this other woman.
And I have a very comfortable life with my wife.
- Yeah, but if you don't love her... - I'm not saying I don't love her.
Just not in the way I feel about this other woman.
Right.
Maybe it's finally the difference between love and lust.
But what the hell am I going to do if I leave Chloe?
I don't fool myself that I haven't gotten used to a certain kind of living.
Am I supposed to give it all up? For what?
Is it for a woman you love?
To live how? Where?
- To work as what? - Well, it seems to me that you...
You're pretty good at what you're doing.
There must be anotherjob in another firm that you can just, you know...
Let's face it, I'm the boss's son-in-law.
And he loves me.
Doesn't seem to me like you want this other woman enough
to give up everything you've achieved for it.
We're going away for three weeks.
- When I get back I'll tell her. - When you get back?
What am I supposed to do? Stop playing games with me!
- I'm not playing games with you. - Why don't you just tell her now then?
I'd think you'd want to stop living such a sham.
- Look, it's not easy. - Why not?
If you're so bored at home with her and you're so crazy about me,
which is all you ever tell me...
I don't wanna mess this holiday up for everybody, OK?
It's a big blow.
And it's gonna make a huge impact on everyone.
How can you go on vacation with a woman that you know you're gonna leave
- the minute you get back? - Keep your voice down.
You wanna know how I feel? I'm jealous, OK?
I don't like the idea of you making love with her.
I don't like the idea of you going off island-hopping with her. It's romantic!
Hey, keep your voice down.
You know I make love to her.
And you know it's just routine.
For God's sakes, can't you wait a few weeks?
Yeah.
I just wanna know that something's gonna happen, you know?
It will.
- It will. - OK.
The holiday's off.
Why? What happened?
Maurice Lewis has to go in for an operation.
Why?
Disc in his back or something. He can't walk.
Anyway, he needs recovery time
and everyone thought we should just move it till after the summer.
Let me just pack up my stuff.
We should probably walk to the opera, it's so close.
Yeah.
Hello?
An opportunity has arisen, Chris,
which I think may be a lucrative one for you.
Really?
We're structuring something with a Japanese company.
It's an independent operation. There's a great deal of money to be made.
And my thought was, anyone in on the ground floor stands to profit hugely,
assuming our predictions are correct.
- Sounds exciting. - It is.
Eleanor. I've just told Chris the good news.
But what would make me the happiest has nothing to do with money.
I'd like you to make me a young grandmother.
You already are a young grandmother.
Yes. Tom and Heather are trying for their second,
but I'd like you to be a mother.
Oh, all right. Don't look at me like that.
I'll be quiet. What would you like for your birthday?
- I don't know. - Your birthday?
Great. You forgot.
I didn't actually. I bought you something already.
So my hints worked.
- Mummy... - I knew. I knew.
- We are trying. We don't want to... - All right.
- Hello? - Chris?
- Excuse me. - By all means.
- I weigh as much as I did. - Yes, darling.
- Look, please relax, OK? - I spoke out of turn.
- Hey. Hey. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- What are you two bickering about? - Nothing.
I told you not to call me, I'd call you.
Well, I... I... I was waiting for you to call.
I've been waiting a week.
Well, there's always people around and I can't talk.
When are you coming home?
In about two weeks.
About two weeks? You said the whole trip was three weeks!
Yeah, right. Three weeks.
Chris, Mummy and Papa are leaving.
OK. OK...
Who is that? What country are you in?
Your mobile's been impossible.
I told you. I'm in Greece.
And there's always people around, so I can't talk.
I said I'd be home soon, and I will call you.
I'm just lonely. I'm anxious.
Can you just...?
Please tell Chloe as soon as you get home.
I just want this situation to be resolved.
Do you miss me?
OK. Bye, bye.
- Is everything OK? - Yeah, everything's fine.
- Are you leaving already? - Yeah.
Chris, it's Nola. Where have I reached you?
Sardinia.
I'll be back in five or six days, OK?
- Good morning, John. - Oh, you're early, sir.
- I'll bring the car around. - Yes.
You lied to me.
- Oh, Jesus. - You lied to me!
- Quiet! - I wanna see Chloe!
- Quiet, quiet. - I wanna talk to Chloe.
Look, Christ, Christ.
No, no, no, listen. Listen, I can explain.
I wanna talk to Chloe. You're a liar! You're a liar!
I can explain. I... Taxi!
- I'm not going anywhere with you. - Taxi!
- I'm not going anywhere with you. - Calm down.
- Nola! Nola, calm down. Calm down. - You're a liar! You're a liar!
I came home deliberately, I came home early.
You're a liar! I wanna talk to Chloe.
- I wanna talk to Chloe! - Calm down. Calm the fuck down!
I wanna talk to Chloe. You liar! You're a liar!
You're a liar!
I decided to cut the trip short because all this is eating away at me.
I only came back the day before yesterday
because I need a week in the city to deal with Chloe
- without you breathing down my neck. - You're driving me crazy!
I don't know whether to believe you or not.
- Please believe me, Nola. - Well, did you tell her?
I was about to when you called.
What does that have to do with anything?
- I got flustered. - Oh, please!
I was all set to tell her and then you called,
and then I feel guilty about telling you that I'm still in Greece.
- You said Sardinia. - I... I was talking fast.
I... I didn't want her to know what I was talking about.
Well, she has to know eventually.
- I can't tell her. - Then I will.
Nola, stop!
Well, this is crazy. We're having a child together!
We don't have to have a child together.
It would make life a hell of a lot simpler if we didn't.
Yeah, simpler for you, but not for me.
It occurred to me that even if you had the child,
- I could help you out financially. - That's not enough.
Nola, be reasonable.
That's exactly what Tom said when he broke off our engagement.
Being reasonable got me where I am right now.
So, you're threatening me?
If I don't do what you say, you're gonna go to my wife.
Were you lying to me?
All those times we made love,
all those conversations, were you lying to me then?
- Of course I wasn't lying. - Tell Chloe.
Someone has to explain the situation. Either you do it, or I'll do it.
OK, OK. I'll do the right thing.
Have you seen Chris?
A minute ago. He went that way.
Chris?
Where are you, Chris?
Chris?
Chloe, are you there?
Have you seen Chris anywhere?
No. Could you come up for a minute?
I want you to give me some advice about this dress.
Yeah, OK.
I'm telling Chloe tomorrow.
You say that every day, and you always back out.
I'm back where I started. I want something done, Chris.
If you don't have the nerve to do it, I'll do it.
That would be revenge for you against the whole Hewett family, wouldn't it?
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
My theory is you want me to tell Chloe so you don't have to do it yourself.
My God, it seems like you've had this whole thing checked out
- by some psychiatrist. - I wish.
I wish had someone to confide in, but it's all so damn secretive.
Look, Chris, if I don't do something about this,
we're gonna grow apart. I'm having your child!
I'm telling her tomorrow, Nola. What more do you want me to do?
What more? Tell her now! Tell her tonight!
I can't, not before she goes to sleep. It wouldn't be the right time.
Nola, tomorrow is fine.
- What time will you get back from work? - Same time I always get off, 6:30.
So you'll be home by a quarter to seven?
Yeah. Chris, you make me say these things. I hate myself for them.
- I just want us to be together. - We will be.
You were very nervy all through the ballet.
Did you hate it?
- No, I'm just out of sorts. - Yeah.
I thought you were gonna pass out.
Low blood sugar. I'll be better soon.
I still can't do it with you tonight.
I'm not over my little dose of whatever.
Did the cleaner put one of my tennis shirts in with your gear?
No. What are you doing?
Really? Just let me have a quick look.
- I can't find it anywhere. - No. Look, I'll check, I'll check.
- I've got everything arranged in there. - OK. I wasn't gonna disturb anything.
'Cause I don't know where else it can be.
She's always bloody mixing my stuff in with yours.
Is this it?
See, I knew it! She always bloody does that.
I've got to have words with her about it.
It's really...
What did you just put in your pocket?
- Oh, it's just my pill box. - What do you mean a pill box?
A pill box. You know what a pill box looks like.
Let me have a look at it. What pills are you taking?
No, they're just my pills. I need them.
No, no, no, it's for stress, 'cause you stress me so much.
- Guess what? - What?
I got tickets for the theater for tomorrow night.
You haven't. That's not like you.
- What for? - The Woman in White.
- I heard it's great. - I thought you hated musicals.
No, that's not so.
- And anyway, you love his music. - Well, that's great.
I'll have to meet you outside the theater,
'cause I'll be coming straight from the gallery.
Why don't you take the chauffeur?
I'll grab a taxi, and with any luck I can get an hour of tennis in.
You're so sweet.
You knew how much I wanted to see that.
All right, come to bed, because you're tired, my darling.
OK, I will.
- Hello? - Hello, Nola?
When you get off work today, come right home.
I have some good news.
Everything's taken care of, but I'm reluctant to talk on the phone.
You've got to meet me right after work.
We have... plans to make.
OK. I'll cancel my agent appointment.
It's good. This is good.
I'll see you soon. Bye.
- Was it him? - Yeah.
So, you'll have to be prepared to cash flow the first six months.
Is that right, Chris? A half year?
Yes.
A half year should do it, maybe less.
Good. Jolly good. Well, see you next time.
Good.
Sayonara indeed. I thought you showed some interesting ideas there
for developing their capacity.
- I'm excited about this venture, Rod. - Good, good.
- Playing a little tennis later? - Yes.
Amazing energy. Love it. Envy it.
- Yes? - Hello. I'm Chris.
I'm a friend of Nola's, your neighbor from next door.
We met here last...
I'm sorry, I don't let anybody in.
But... but, do you not remember? We met...
She asked you something about your trouble with your mice,
and you mentioned something about peanut butter.
- Oh, yes. Yes. - Yes.
I'm Chris Wilton, the tennis instructor.
Well, what's the trouble?
No trouble at all really, and I... I don't mean to disturb you.
I was wondering if I could... could look at your TV reception.
- We seem to have trouble next door. - Oh, with the TV?
Yes.
We're getting some interference, and it's Nola's favorite TV night.
So I don't know if it's the aerial on the roof or if it's us.
- It's in there. - Thank... thank you.
I have to take my medicine.
There was no trouble before. I had it on and it was fine.
Didn't you say your name was Harris?
Mrs. Eastby?
It's lan.
Mrs. Eastby?
Mrs. Eastby? It's lan.
I'm going down the corner shop. Can I get you anything?
Mrs. Eastby, are you all right?
- Hi, princess. - Hi.
D'you ever get that portable CD player we talked about?
Yes, I did. Thank you so much for helping me.
Excellent.
- See you later. Bye-bye. - OK. Bye.
Nola.
Excuse me.
Hello.
Where are you?
I'm almost there. I'll be two minutes.
- Good evening. - Hello.
- How much? - That's two pounds, please.
Two pounds.
- Two pounds. My tickets? - Yes. Thank you.
It's a terrible mess in there, sir.
Well, I think it's pretty obvious what's happened here.
Someone's robbed and killed the old lady.
As he, or they, were running out
they've run into the Rice woman coming in, so they've shot her too.
Either out of panic,
or because they saw a chance to make an additional score.
Poor unsuspecting soul came home at the wrong moment.
He's cleared out the house of all prescription drugs, sir.
Oh, no, it's definitely a drugs-related robbery.
He might have known there was an old lady living in flat 8.
Probably cased her.
Was surprised by running into the other woman.
She picked the wrong time to come home.
Some people just don't have any luck.
Yeah, I just spoke to her. This is unbelievable.
Half an hour ago I came down the stairs,
knocked on Mrs. Eastby's door 'cause I couldn't...
Do you need anything from the car?
Yeah. You can tell the exhibits officer to get a move on,
- 'cause this is getting ridiculous. - Yeah, this is quite important.
She usually bakes today, and I thought maybe she'd run out of stuff.
So I asked her if she needed anything, and then
- So, half an hour ago? Spoke to her? - she didn't answer.
- Yeah, half an hour ago. Yeah. - So whoever it was, was still in there.
That's terrifying. I can't believe that.
- So someone was in there...? - And you spoke to Nola Rice,
- and did she say anything? - Sorry to interrupt.
Could we send the photographers in now, please?
No, hang on. If you just wait.
We've just got to get the exhibit officer in there first.
Chris, Chris, can you liaise with this man here?
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just catch him there.
Well, I ran... Yeah, I bumped into Nola right here...
Scenes of Crime will be on their way very shortly, all right?
- Yeah... - Yeah, I spoke...
I bumped into her here. We talked and we chatted.
I recommended a piece of music equipment.
- She'd bought it. Yeah, and... - Music equipment? What was that?
Nothing. It was a portable CD player which reads MP3s, CD rewrites...
It's drugs, guv. Someone after money for some drugs.
Well, Mrs. Eastby wasn't wealthy.
- They don't care. - Drugs?
Yeah, definitely drugs. Someone after money for 'em, and...
They'll kill you for a pound if they wanted to, you know.
Well, it's a sorry state of affairs, isn't it?
Well, it's not as if the old lady had any enemies. She rarely went out.
- Used a shotgun. - A shotgun?
That's a... That's a bit obvious, isn't it?
- Somebody must've seen something. - Oh, not if it was sawn-off.
They can make them pretty small. Catherine, love, you can't park there.
Leave that clear. We've got the SOCO coming down.
Did you like the musical last night?
Yeah, I did. It was good fun. Pretty music.
Yeah, he's very good.
I'm gonna get tickets for Mummy and Papa.
Good.
- Oh, my God. - What? What is it?
Oh, my God! Nola!
- Nola Rice. - What?
She was killed in a burglary. A... a drugs burglary.
What? Here, let me see that.
Jesus Christ!
Apparently, she was coming home from work,
and someone who was already there who'd burgled another flat and rob...
And shot an old lady, ran into Nola by chance, and...
She was entering the building, and he was running out and he shot her.
Oh, my God.
Hello?
Yeah. Yeah, we've just this second read it.
Isn't itjust terrible?
I never got along with her, but this is just tragic.
- It's tragic. - Does Tom know?
I've just called him. He can't believe it.
I know.
Wait, wait, that must be him. I'll call you back.
Hello?
Yeah, we've just read it, and Mummy just called.
Well, yeah, yeah, I know. I mean, wrong place at the wrong time.
I suppose she must've...
I mean, disturbed a burglar or burglars, or whatever.
I mean, it doesn't... It doesn't say how many of them there were.
Well, even Mummy's really shaken up,
and you know they weren't exactly friends.
It says here that there's been a rise in drug-related crime in the area
over the past year.
Did you hear that? Yeah.
I just can't believe it. It's just... I know.
Mummy.
I've got something to tell you.
But I want Chris to be here.
Chris?
- Where'd he go? - I don't know.
He was just in here. Chris?
Chris?
He was just here.
Well, what did you want to tell me?
Just wait. Wait, wait. Chris?
Where are you? Chris?
Well, what did you want to tell me?
Well, I just really want him to be here.
Hang on, there he is. There you are!
- Can we tell her now? - Sure.
Well, I wanted you to be here.
Well, what is it?
Mummy...
You can finally crack open the champagne.
It looks like I'm pregnant.
- When did you hear? - This morning.
- Oh, I'm so delighted. - Oh, good.
Alec?
Alec? Come here.
We're both walking on air.
Well, you're walking on air. Your husband looks a bit shell shocked.
- 'Cause I've exhausted him, poor thing. - What?
Chloe's pregnant.
Oh, what a great day. Oh, my darling, congratulations.
I'm absolutely thrilled. I couldn't be more pleased.
Thank you so much. It's such a relief.
Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.
- Yes? - Phone call, sir. Your secretary.
It's wonderful, isn't it? Look at her, doesn't she look gorgeous?
- Margaret, I'm pregnant! - Congratulations! That's wonderful.
Thank you, Margaret.
Sam?
Yeah, there's a message for you that a Mike Banner,
Detective Mike Banner, called.
He wants you to call him at Shepherd's Bush police station.
Yeah. No, I don't think it's urgent, but he left a number.
- Banner? - Sweetheart...
I bet it was that night...
- You better give me the number. - Look, that's flattering.
Well, the last time you went, he said everything was fine, didn't he?
Yes, and he just made me completely calm down.
Oh, I just can't believe it. It's marvelous.
OK. Thanks, Samantha. Bye.
He just seemed odd, there was something weird.
- Granny would have been thrilled. - ...alternative medicine.
Granny would have loved it. I wish she could be here.
- Thank God. Thank God. - Congratulations!
Detective Banner, please.
This is Chris Wilton.
Oh, hello.
This is Chris Wilton. You called?
Oh, yes. I was wondering if there was a time you could drop in here?
Or if it's more convenient, we can come and see you.
- In reference to what? - I'd rather not explain on the phone.
It's just a few questions, and I'm sure you'd prefer it to be discreet.
I've no reason to bring a lawyer, do I?
I certainly hope not.
- Chris Wilton. Detective Banner. - Good afternoon.
- How do you do? Take a seat. - Thank you.
This is nothing to be alarmed about.
We're just doing a routine investigation into the Betty Eastby-Nola Rice murders.
Were you acquainted with either of the victims?
Peripherally, I knew Nola Rice.
How?
She was engaged for a time to the man who's now my brother-in-law.
That's...
- ...Tom Hewett? - That's correct.
They broke up. A year ago. More.
When did you last see her?
Oh, God, I can't remember.
At the Tate Modern. My wife and I ran into her.
But that was a long time ago.
Have you seen her since?
Not that I recall.
Have...?
Have you ever seen this?
No. What is it?
Are you aware that Nola Rice kept a diary?
No.
As you can see...
...you're all over it.
Yes, I can see that.
Do you still claim that you haven't seen her,
except for more than a year ago at the Tate Modern?
You can't blame me for trying to hide the fact that I had an affair with her.
But you people have to protect me here.
I hope you don't think I had anything to do with her murder.
How long did your affair go on?
It began casually when she was still engaged to Tom.
They broke up, she moved away.
She came back and I ran into her at the Tate Modern, and it began again.
God, have a heart.
My wife is gonna have a baby.
This will devastate her.
Did you...
...promise that you were going to leave your wife and marry Miss Rice?
No, I did not.
I mean, it's possible she had that fantasy.
And, obviously, she wrote that I did.
But I tried to finesse that point with her.
I didn't want the sexual relationship to end,
but I'm not gonna break up my home.
My wife and I are trying very hard to have a baby.
We've seen several fertility doctors, et cetera.
You can check that out if you like, but I beg you to be discreet.
But you did lead her on,
so that she had the impression you were unhappy at home.
I tried to tip-toe around it and not lead her on,
but she's going to believe what she wants to believe.
Look, don't irresponsibly run roughshod over this and wreck people's lives.
I mean, there is no case because I would not harm anyone,
much less Nola Rice.
Isn't it obvious that somebody killed her neighbor,
and she walked in when it was happening?
God, I beg you, don't go on a fishing expedition over this and...
...wreck people's lives.
My family, my marriage is at stake.
We just have to check out everything in a murder case.
OK, but I'm not your man.
I know it's not the most honorable thing to cheat on your wife,
but that does not make me a murderer.
We're... obligated to review the situation.
I understand it's sensitive stuff for you.
And if we have to talk to you again,
we'll do everything in our power to keep it very private.
Your personal life's your own.
We're not making any moral judgments, just investigating a crime.
I understand.
Look...
...if you have to get in contact with me again,
which, God in heaven, I hope you don't,
please call me on my mobile.
This is my number.
Thanks.
One other thing.
Do you own or have access to a shotgun?
Me?
No.
My father-in-law shoots on the estate, but not me.
You can check it out, but...
...I beg you to consider mine and his position.
Of course.
Thank you.
So, what do you think?
I think it's what it looks like.
Someone robbed and killed Mrs. Eastby,
who was surprised leaving, and killed Nola Rice.
Yeah, I know. I know, it's got drug robbery written all over it.
He's 'specting a baby.
OK, he's not gonna win a medal for fidelity, but...
...we can find out discreetly enough
whether the Hewetts had a shotgun unaccounted for.
I don't think that he would know the first thing about stealing one though,
never mind sawing one off.
It's a bit of a stretch. He's got no previous convictions.
Not even a speeding ticket.
The coroner says that Eastby was killed first.
- Yeah. - There's no sign of a forced entry.
So Mrs. Eastby knew the killer, if she let him in.
Well, come on, Mike.
Ninety percent of the crimes we go out on,
people open their doors and invite the criminals in.
Yeah, I know, you're right. I'm just thinking out loud.
- It's just he's got a real motive. - Yeah, maybe.
But a motive, as you and I both painfully know, is not a case.
I'm torn because the Rice murder was clearly an afterthought,
but I'd love to pursue it a little more.
But I'm reluctant to fish around and cause problems for everybody.
Well, if something develops, we can pursue it.
I doubt anything's gonna drop into our laps.
Chris.
Nola...
...it wasn't easy.
But when the time came, I could pull the trigger.
You never know who your neighbors are till there's a crisis.
You can learn to push the guilt under the rug and... go on.
You have to.
Otherwise it overwhelms you.
And what about me?
What about the next-door neighbor?
I had no involvement in this awful affair.
Is there no problem about me having to die as an innocent bystander?
The innocent are sometimes slain to make way for a grander scheme.
You were collateral damage.
So was your own child.
Sophocles said:
"To never have been born
may be the greatest boon of all."
Prepare to pay the price, Chris.
Your actions were clumsy.
Full of holes.
Almost like someone begging to be found out.
It would be fitting if I were apprehended
and punished.
At least there would be some small sign ofjustice.
Some small...
...measure of hope for the possibility of meaning.
Chris Wilton killed them. I see how he did it.
What?
It's as we speculated
and said was too elaborate, but that's what he did.
He killed the next-door neighbor first to throw us off the scent
and set up the appearance of a robbery.
He waited in the hall.
He knew she'd be back the same time as usual,
and he killed her, making it seem like she surprised a burglar running out.
He planned it all so he could make the theater in time
to strengthen his alibi, if one became necessary.
Now, I haven't figured out the weapon problem,
and I know it's a lot to ask a jury,
but the correctness of it came to me in my sleep
and I am going to break this case.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Mike.
What?
Not that your dream isn't of primary interest to a jury.
What's the bad news?
There was another shooting in the area last night, 4am.
A drug addict killed. Looks like a drug sale turned nasty.
What, and he confessed to killing two women before he died?
No, he didn't have to.
The old woman's wedding ring was right in his pocket.
- No. - Name and date engraved right on it.
- I don't believe it. - I know. I know.
Your case looked good, lots of motive.
But his motive was pretty strong too. Heroin.
Junkie with a long string of convictions.
Killed by one of his own, no doubt.
Come on, I'll buy you breakfast.
You can traumatize me with the rest of your dreams.
No, wait.
What if Wilton did it, threw the jewels away, this guy finds them?
I don't know. See what tonight's dream tells you.
I'm sure a jury will be interested.
Come on.
I give up.
I knew Wilton didn't do it.
He's another poor schmuck who cheated on his wife.
When you see those pictures of Nola Rice, you can see why though.
What a world. Am I right?
Careful, careful. I'm always afraid they'll drop.
- Oh, chill out, Dad. - Babies are so, so soft.
Right. Champagne.
- I think he's got your eyes, Chloe. - Really?
I think he's got your coloring darling, I really do.
Mummy, you can't tell anything yet. They change all the time.
- My nephew. - Uncle, Uncle Tom.
- Oh, look at these flowers. - No, he does look like Christopher.
Actually, speaking of which, didn't you move into Alan Sinclair's old office?
- You lucky swine. - Oh, Mummy, look, he's dreaming.
Let's work on number two. Come on.
Come on, he is a handsome boy. Look at that face.
Yeah, he's gorgeous.
Right, here we are. Eleanor. Please...
- Chloe... - Good stuff, Papa.
- Thank you, darling. There you are. - There we go.
- It's all right, you stay there. - I'll pass them round, shall I?
Please do.
- What a good idea. - Darling, have one.
- To Terence Elliot Wilton. - Yes.
With parents like Chloe and Chris,
this child will be great at anything he sets his mind to.
- Thank you, Mummy. - He will. He...
Do you know what, I don't care if he's great.
I just hope that he's lucky.
- Oh, lovely. - What a lovely thought.
- He probably will be. - Absolutely adorable.
- Mummy, are you sure I'm allowed this? - Yes, yes.
- Yes, of course you are. - You haven't had any for months.
I'd get it down you now, while you can.
Isn't he handsome? My God, he's handsome.
Bet you any money the next one's a girl.
What are you saying about him?
I was just saying he's got the most adorable cheeks.
We were just saying how handsome he is. Just so extraordinarily handsome.
I wonder what he's thinking.
Well, you know, they said he was a thinker. The nurses.
- Deep thoughts. Deep thoughts. - Here we are.
- To Terence. - To Terence.
- And all that sail on him.