Murder Is Easy (2023) s01e02 Episode Script

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(Pinkerton)
Perhaps you might happen to know
what time Scotland Yard closes?
You see, I have to report murder.
(crash)
She was talking of murder.
Murders in her village.
She said he'd kill again,
and now she's dead.
(Bridget) I live in Wychwood,
so there's precious little
to challenge my powers of
observation until you arrived.
Think you'll find you're
in the wrong place, sir.
"His Lordship" and the other
guests will be inside the house.
(Fitzwilliam) Lord Whitfield
This is a new town
carrying my name.
(Fitzwilliam) Bridget, why are you
marrying that man?
You keep these in stock?
Just a codeine linctus.
Why? Want some?
(groaning)
(Mrs Humbleby) (crying) No!
(dramatic music plays)
(tense music plays)
My deepest condolences, Miss Rose.
Mrs Humbleby.
I wondered if we might speak?
Why don't you accompany us
We're meeting Dr Thomas at
the surgery to discuss the autopsy.
(Fitzwilliam) You see,
since coming to Wychwood,
I've been struck by the number of
accidents.
And that Dr Thomas
attended every victim.
Victim?
I gather you're very fond
of Dr Thomas, Rose.
And he
he has feelings for you too.
But your father never
would've allowed the marriage.
And if he knew of the doctor's
"scientific interests"
Where did you find this?
He keeps them here. Not on display.
And who planted the idea of murder
in your mind, Mr Fitzwilliam?
Miss Pinkerton.
You met Lavinia?
Before she died?
Before she was murdered.
Mrs Humbleby, have you considered
your husband's medication
may have been tampered with?
(Rose) Tampered with by whom?
Why should we believe
a single word you say?
Rose? Fitzwilliam?
What on earth is going on here?
Simply discussing the likelihood
of you having poisoned my father.
Poisoned?
With what? Penicillin?
(Mrs Humbleby) It couldn't have been
the medication, Mr Fitzwilliam
My husband's distrust
of Dr Thomas meant
he never took the penicillin.
That's not all. The things he said!
None of them true.
Are they?
(breathing heavily)
Rose, stop!
(Rose)
Are they here then?! Where?!
Where are they
Rose
Rose, I don't think of you like
This is your "research," is it?
Worming your way
into respectable women's homes
and perverting their minds?
(suspenseful music playing)
Just because it wasn't the penicillin
doesn't mean it wasn't murder.
If Lavinia felt something was amiss,
you must keep looking.
(constable)
Nothin nothing suspicious.
But obvious obviously we're taking
the vicar's sad death very seriously.
Nothing suspicious?
One minute he was playing tennis,
the next
he was frothing at the mouth.
Poisoned?
Look, I'm here to assure you
everything is
being properly dealt with.
(Rivers)
Well, what about the rest?
- The rest of what?
- Of us!
Harry Carter? Tommy Pierce?
Or were they "properly dealt with"?
Ruled as accidents
by the coroner.
The law's the law,
Rivers, old chap.
(Mrs Carter)
And why no autopsy for our Amy?
A waste of public funds. The cause
of death was plain. Unless you'd
What's plain is that when
one of us dies, it's an accident.
But when it's one of you,
there's a proper investigation.
That's how you do the law
around here, Doctor. Old chap.
I resent your insinuation, Rivers.
- I'll be speaking to Lord Whitfield.
- I'm not insinuating, okay?
I'm stating facts.
And you can tell
Lord Whitfield what you like.
Tell him to open his moneybags
and fix up Ashe Bottom for starters.
Because his tenants
are living in a slum.
Hear, hear!
I spilt blood for this country,
and that makes me any man's equal.
This place?
Rotten to the core.
(crowd murmuring)
I owe you an apology, Miss Conway.
I expressed opinions that,
however strongly
I might feel them
Quite.
Perhaps if we confine
our strong feelings
to exposing the murderer
Of course.
Gordon and I are
We're throwing a party
this afternoon.
Throwing a party?
An engagement party.
So you'd better hurry.
It wasn't the medication.
But who else
would kill Reverend Humbleby?
Well, let's start at the beginning.
Miss Pinkerton said
the murderer was
"A respectable man
with a point to make."
Yes, but who respects the doctor?
- (chuckles)
- Not the Humblebys.
No one in Ashe Bottom.
Dr Thomas could be
as disreputable as Bluebeard.
He'd still be
a respectable man in Wychwood.
It's becoming quite clear to me
how power works here
And I don't have it.
Six dead.
Six.
Are you feeling all right?
You don't have to say anything.
But Dr Freud is ready for you now.
Should you care to explain.
(Fitzwilliam) Ever since
I came to England,
I keep having these dreams.
That I'm lost in this forest.
And I'm losing something.
So this Ikenga
is part of you?
As personal as my right hand.
It was given to me
when I came of age.
It's your potential to succeed,
the power to direct your own fate.
But it's part of something
greater than you alone.
Fail to honour it, and you're lost.
To yourself, to your people.
Lost to home.
Should I even be here?
Working for Whitehall, leaving others
to work for independence back home.
It seems you are
a little lost in the forest,
Luke Obiako Fitzwilliam.
Welcome to my woods.
I've been here a while.
Maybe not "happy ever after,"
but content, I thought.
And now I
Now I don't know anymore.
(woman screams)
(woman) Help!
Help!
(women gasping and sobbing)
You see what happens
when you speak up?
Don't try and tell me that that fell
off a tree and bashed out his brains?
What, another accident?
Good chap.
All right.
(sighs)
All dealt with.
Told him keep it under his hat.
No fuss.
I don't think you can do that, Sir.
I think you'll find he'll do
as he's told.
Especially if it's me
that's doing the telling.
My path's always
been smoothed by Providence.
Right.
Lots to do before the party.
You're coming, Fitz?
Half of London will be there,
won't they, Bridget? The right half.
(chuckles)
(Fitzwilliam)
Miss Pinkerton was right.
That idiot constable ruled out murder
before he'd even seen Rivers' body.
Humbleby.
Now Rivers?
Bally fine chaps, both of 'em.
Speaking their minds.
Speaking up for others.
And you say Pinky
set you on the trail?
You've been investigating all along?
(Fitzwilliam) It became clear to me
that these deaths were murders.
(Horton) Did Pinky
have a theory about Lydia?
(Fitzwilliam)
She wasn't entirely sure.
(Horton)
But you are, I see.
Still
you you have no proof.
The car that hit and killed
Miss Pinkerton got away so fast
I never even caught a glimpse.
Seems half the village
was out of town on Derby Day.
If the car belongs
to someone in Wychwood
If I knew the registration
Leave it with me.
Still know a few old-timers
in Scotland Yard who
owe me a favour.
These dreadful rumours.
A party. Ill-advised, perhaps.
So unlike Lord Whitfield.
His religion,
his sense of what's right.
It's what first struck me about him
all those years ago.
Oh!
(chuckles)
(distorted laughter echoes)
(ominous music playing)
(breathes heavily)
Miss Wayneflete, you say
you knew Lord Whitfield as a boy?
As a young man, yes, before the war.
Before the big house
and the Rolls-Royce.
All of it.
I should I should take this in.
(gentle piano music playing)
(indistinct conversations)
(applause)
(sombre music plays)
(Whitfield) More bubbles over here!
(snaps fingers) Some Dom Peri.
(laughs)
(suspenseful music plays)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Gordon likes to collect nice things.
Not really his nice things,
though, are they?
Still, he seems to care more for them
than he did his own chauffeur.
Look, I've been thinking
about what Mrs Pierce said.
"See what comes from speaking out?"
Rivers, Reverend Humbleby at dinner,
Tommy,
all of them
spoke out against respectable men.
Are you suggesting that Gordon
Huh.
Why?
Do you think he
What I think is that Gordon
is as incapable of physically hurting
another human being as I am.
And that calling him a murderer
under his own roof is
is unforgivable.
(door opens)
(gentle piano music plays)
Erm
I didn't offer sympathies.
For Rivers.
He seemed a good man.
He was.
You said he was murdered
for speaking out?
Think I want to end up
the same way?
Talk costs lives.
Powerful men decide.
Women like us survive.
Back home, if some chief, judge,
or official abuses power,
women arrived in gangs.
And they had ways to set him right.
There's a few men in Wychwood who
could do with that kind of lesson.
(Whitfield laughs)
Oh.
(mid-tempo jazz music playing)
Rose?
See?
I'm wearing the scarf you gave me.
Because I
Rose, I insist you let me explain.
Mr Fitzwilliam!
We saved you a seat. Do sit.
Do you mind, Doctor?
You're rather spoiling the view.
I heard about Rivers.
Coming so soon after Father?
It's terrifying.
You know Rivers didn't see eye-to-eye
with the doctor either.
(Fitzwilliam)
Rose, about what happened
I may have misjudged you earlier,
Mr Fitzwilliam.
Your suspicions.
Father always said
the doctor wasn't fit to serve
on the New Town board.
Said he was capable of doing
anything to get what he wants.
Perhaps with the doctor
occupied here,
now is the chance
to find out what.
(music intensifies,
crowd cheers)
Dr Thomas,
he never truly deserved you.
(Dean Martin's "Sway" plays)
# When marimba rhythms
start to play.
# Dance with me, make me sway.
# Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore.
# Hold me close, sway me more.
# Like a flower
bending in the breeze.
# Bend with me, sway with ease.
# For when we dance
you have a way with me.
# Stay with me, sway with me. #
(song stops)
(suspenseful music plays)
(door closes)
(door opens)
(footsteps approaching)
I have a confession to make.
(door creaks)
(Fitzwilliam) It's okay.
I don't think anyone's there.
I need to confess.
I can't marry Gordon.
(door closes)
Was that him?
What did you find?
It's the Whitfield New Town account.
But someone's forged
Gordon's signature.
These are all made payable
to Dr Thomas.
It's a small fortune.
That's embezzlement.
If Mrs Horton and Reverend Humbleby
had caught him
We should go back
and tell him what we know.
And face it
all.
(bird screeches)
(dramatic music playing)
(Bridget) So, the doctor
had been stealing money
from the New Town account.
Perhaps the victims found out?
Mrs Horton and the vicar might have.
Even Amy.
But the others
It just doesn't seem
(Fitzwilliam) Bridget.
Bridget, come here.
What's that?
Where was it?
In Rivers' blood.
Heel of a shoe.
(Pinkerton) Not many people do,
you know?
Listen.
Right foot, I think.
The murderer has a point to make.
- A sensible, respectable
- Respectable person.
Person.
A respectable person.
Miss Pinkerton never said a man.
A woman?
A woman's shoe.
You don't mean
The murderer?
No, women don't kill like that,
over and over and over.
It's right here, Bridget.
Right where Rivers died.
Are you saying it's not connected?
Women lose gloves, heels, earrings,
every time we leave the house.
It's hardly proof of the ability
to exterminate half a dozen souls.
Bridget, a respectable woman
who drives.
Who can drive, Bridget?
Me, obviously.
Yes. Miss Wayneflete?
No.
No, and she can't afford a car.
Mrs Humbleby.
Rose.
What possible motive
could any of them have?
(indistinct conversations)
This must be a trial for you both.
So much to do after a bereavement.
Mother, I'm tired. Perhaps
Where did you meet your husband,
Mrs Humbleby?
In India.
He was stationed there.
Before independence, of course.
An army chaplain.
His commanding officers
were dead set against our marriage.
But we were in love.
And so to England.
To Wychwood.
Major Horton helped you both settle,
I believe.
And Mrs Horton must have been
a good friend of your husband's too.
The board must have thrown them
together a great deal.
Shared interests.
Do you drive, Mrs Humbleby?
Did you go with your husband
to the derby, or
Come, Rose.
I'm cold suddenly.
My God. You didn't
just accuse them, did you?
- Bridget! I've been looking for you.
- Gordon, I think that we should
Shh!
Here's my Bridget! (chuckles)
Bridget.
It's time for your surprise.
(Bridget) Well
Ah!
- Ooh!
- Oh!
(excited chatter)
(Whitfield) Platinum set.
(man) Very nice.
Very nice.
Flawless.
Just like you, Bridget.
God's rewards.
(laughs)
(groans)
(crowd gasps)
(crowd murmuring)
Call an ambulance! Call the police.
But not that idiot Reed.
A detective. Now!
(suspenseful music playing)
It was a Rolls-Royce
that killed Pinky.
That's all they told me.
Did you see the sores on his neck?
Under the scarf?
Maybe some kind of poison?
Bridget
Do you think Lord Whitfield
Do you think he might be trying
to frame you?
I told you Gordon would never
do anything to hurt me.
Or anyone.
(bird screeches)
(Pinkerton)
The murderer has a point to make
and will keep killing
until it's made.
(Whitfield)
It's a new town! Carrying my name.
I think you'll find he'll do as
he's told.
Especially if it's me
that's doing the telling.
That drunk violently accosted me
on my own estate. Didn't he, Bridget?
That's the man.
Can I help you?
DS Bull,
officer in charge of these
investigations.
- I've just come from the manor.
- Pleased to make your acquaintance.
It's rather busy up there just now.
What with two deaths in one day
and all.
I'm aware, sir. I was there.
And at the scene
of the vicar's sad demise.
And oh yes,
Amy Gibbs'.
What about Tommy Pierce?
And Harry Carter?
I wasn't even in England.
Accidents. Coroner's ruled on them.
So you came here
to research
- (Horton) Augustus!
- (dog barks)
Nelly! At ease.
What news of my wife, Detective?
My concern is this gentleman.
- I'm confining him to his room
- House arrest? Under what statute?
As a subject of the Queen,
he's as free to come and go as I.
Fitz, with me!
Sick to the back teeth
of bully boys in uniform
bossing people around or worse.
That's why Lydia and I
got out of the whole dirty game.
Empire.
What's your next move, Fitz?
(Fitzwilliam) I need
to get to the manor.
I've some questions
for Lord Whitfield.
I see.
Look sharp.
And finish this.
She's a bit sticky in second.
(suspenseful music playing)
Fitzwilliam!
Breakfast?
(singsong) Eggs and kidneys!
The Lord knows my heart is pure.
So the police hold no terrors for me.
No. (chuckles)
What worries me at times like this
is folks getting too familiar.
Fitz.
For instance
Why are you here?
Is it more
of your fairy-tale research?
Because I'm beginning to wonder if
you aren't researching Miss Conway.
Oh. Huh.
Did I spoil your little plan?
(scoffs)
Plan?
Believe me, sir.
Wychwood has cured me of my "plans."
I'm a man of God, Mr Fitzwilliam.
And God has made me
a "friends close, enemies closer"
kind of chap.
I've always been an upright man
and beholden to no one.
I stand alone.
God and my own hard work did not
raise me from Ashe Bottom
to be cast down
by someone like you
or Rivers.
Ashe Bottom.
Your people, sir. Your home.
That must mean something.
Ashe Bottom made you
the man you are.
- (clattering)
- I made myself.
Me and God.
I put my faith in Providence,
not not people.
I I I know
what they say about me.
Those envious dust grovellers.
What What Rivers said
at the meeting.
And look what happened to him.
What did happen to him, sir?
Just as the patriarchs prospered,
their enemies smitten,
he was struck down by divine wrath.
Tell me, Fitz, do you recall how
the bears
devoured the children
who mocked the prophet Elisha.
- The children. Yes, I recall.
- Well, Elisha was a great man.
The Lord wouldn't suffer anyone
to mock him and live.
Oh, no.
Or mock you?
Like Tommy Pierce.
(scoffs)
In my own home! Ha
After Carter abused me and died,
or when Mrs Horton,
vile woman,
thwarted me at the board,
I couldn't be sure.
But after Tommy
and then Amy,
sassing me back
(scoffs)
there was no denying it.
I've done right by my Creator
and my Creator has done right by me.
Simply put,
my enemies are always exterminated.
- Like Reverend Humbleby.
- Exactly.
You heard how he insulted me.
He refused to see.
I stand for righteousness,
and God stands with me.
So you could say,
you know who's going to die.
It's out of my control.
I'm
just giving you
a friendly warning.
Anyone who crosses me
(whispering) Even someone
I'm fond of, like Bridget
Hmm.
Oh!
What a find for my collection.
Well done, Miss Wayneflete!
Now, there
is a woman I can truly respect.
Capable and a lady.
Rare. (chuckles)
You know, it's hard to imagine now,
but she was
she was handsome in her day.
Independent, clever.
She was off to Cambridge, you know?
(chuckles)
I do sometimes wonder what
What she, er, thinks of me now,
since we, erm
Her admiration is very clear,
my Lord.
Just one last thing.
How exactly is this
divine justice accomplished?
Well
That's up to God
isn't it?
Bridget
What was that?
Exterminated?
And all that about Miss Wayneflete.
What does he mean?
Perhaps if I ask her to explain.
He tried to frame you, Bridget.
He put those shoes
in the boot of the car,
and now he's ready to kill you.
Kill? Gordon?
It just doesn't seem
He admitted every single death
was divine justice for insulting him.
A respectable person.
A point to make.
A Rolls in London on Derby Day.
I have to get you out of here.
DS Bull is never going to denounce
the most powerful man in Wychwood.
- He wants to arrest me.
- Scotland Yard.
Like Miss Pinkerton said.
Catch the London Express and
Scotland Yard
might have believed Miss Pinkerton
but an African man?
Invading respectable homes?
It takes power to destroy power,
Bridget.
And we have none.
I've got an idea.
I know what to do.
And I know who can do it.
Right.
Leave this to me.
Ladies
We need your help.
I thought I made myself clear,
Fitzwilliam.
Yes, my Lord.
Just, er
- Just one more thing.
- (vacuum cleaner whirrs)
A religious matter, actually.
I wanted to know
Elisha and the bear.
Which Which book is that?
Kings.
And it it was two bears.
Two?
And how many boys did they devour?
Forty-two.
I'm no prophet.
Tommy Pierce's death
was enough for me.
Sorry, sir,
I didn't quite catch that.
- (shouting) I said
- (vacuum cleaner turns off)
Tommy's death satisfied me!
(normal voice) But then there was
Rivers, the upstart. And Carter.
That wanton Amy with the red hair.
You murdered our Amy?
(sputtering)
Stop it! Stop it! Stop this.
- Or I will
- What? What? Kill us?
You murdering sod.
(Fitzwilliam)
DS Bull, you're right on time.
Arrest this man.
He's confessed to six murders
before these witnesses.
I wouldn't release him
if I were you.
All right!
(grunts and sputters)
He's a homicidal maniac.
Did you put these madwomen
up to this?
A Rolls-Royce knocked down
Miss Lavinia Pinkerton on Derby Day.
Call Scotland Yard.
Ask them for the registration.
(snaps fingers)
Do it.
I hope you don't mind if I ask you
a rather personal question.
I'll answer as honestly as I can.
I've been wondering
Your friendship
with Gordon.
Who ended it and why?
I had a canary.
He asked me
if I loved it more than him.
I
He rung its neck.
But it was the look on his face
I see.
F-A-S-9-2-2.
Isn't that
Erm
So that's the reg of my Rolls!
Apparently a witness reported it
at the scene.
- (door closes)
- No one followed it up.
(butler) Major Horton.
Fitz.
So it was him?
He did it?
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Did you know all along
that Gordon was the murderer?
I'd suspected it.
But he's a lord.
Who would believe me?
With the rich and mighty
all we have is patience.
Lavinia was the only one who knew,
and see where that got her?
(butler) A letter from Miss Conway,
sir.
Bridget didn't write this.
Where is it?
Lord Whitfield, where's the knife?
Erm
Er Hon Miss Wayneflete
took it home for a clean-up.
Here.
Real Lapsang Souchong.
What if the police don't arrest him?
He'll come for you next.
He's quite mad.
Broadmoor and straitjacket mad,
no?
- (cat meows)
- Oh!
Algernon's ear really is
quite gruesome.
Do they not do penicillin for cats?
(suspenseful music playing)
(Humbleby) Oh, blast!
(Wayneflete) Oh, goodness me!
Give it to me.
Here.
That should do it.
Lord Whitfield, you said
Miss Wayneflete
was a woman you can truly respect.
But you wonder what she thought
of you since you
since you what?
Go on, Gordy.
Tell 'em what you did.
You see, Gordon was employed
by Miss Wayneflete's father
here at the manor.
(distorted scraping)
(teacup clatters)
A walk before supper to wake us up.
(Bridget) (distorted and echoing)
# O why do you walk
# Through the fields in gloves. #
# O lean white woman.
# Who nobody loves? #
Oppressively warm, isn't it?
(Bridget) # O why do you walk.
# Through the fields in gloves.
(normal voice)
# O lean white woman. #
Who nobody loves?
What's that, dear?
Sleepy?
Lapsang has that effect
on some people.
I'm not a cliché, you know?
A woman scorned.
Jealous of you and Gordon.
I was headed for Cambridge.
A scholarship!
I daren't tell my family.
All I wanted was independence.
She was a friend
and she trusted me.
So she told me her secret.
She'd run away to Cambridge.
Well, I
Her father said that if I didn't
tell him
where she'd gone,
he was going to sack us all.
He was going to throw us
off the estate, so
I had no choice.
I told him.
(Wayneflete) I was unpacking my books
when my father came for me.
Gordon had betrayed me, you see?
Securing himself
a step up the ladder.
But for me
that was the end of it.
They just They locked her up
like a prisoner in a cage.
Broke her little heart.
Crushed it.
Just like she
crushed that
that little bird
with her hands.
(bird tweeting)
Gordon Whitfield.
Bootmaker's son.
Made his fortune.
Bought Ashe Manor.
My home.
He took my beautiful life.
Turned me into a pathetic nothing.
But I never showed my feelings.
Well, it's how we girls were raised,
isn't it, Bridget?
It's in our breeding.
Show nothing. No matter what.
But I needed him to suffer for it.
And that's when it came to me.
I'd make him the murderer.
Kill anyone who crossed him
so that he would be the one accused.
Humiliated, locked up.
He'd be punished for my crimes.
Extraordinary.
Easy.
(Fitzwilliam) Miss Wayneflete!
- (Horton) Fitz
- (Fitzwilliam) She has Bridget!
(dramatic music plays)
So here we are.
Gordon will be joining us soon.
(both grunting)
(panting)
Nothing! All my life I was nothing!
(Fitzwilliam) Bridget!
(coughs and gasps)
Bridget
(police whistle blows in distance)
Oh, I see.
I suppose this is where you tell me
how you always knew it was me.
For your vanity or mine.
But I didn't.
I thought it was Lord Whitfield.
Just like you wanted.
(Wayneflete) I knew Gordon would tell
everyone the deaths were Providence,
smoothing his path.
exterminated.
Like Reverend Humbleby?
But I had to kill the vicar twice
for you to notice,
The iodine on the dressing
infected from the cat.
You poisoned Reverend Humbleby's
drink at tennis, didn't you?
What with?
(Wayneflete) Strychnine.
Rat poison.
Everyone knew he and Whitfield
had been at loggerheads
over the New Town.
It's pure vanity!
(Fitzwilliam) You were
in the library at Ashe Manor
when you saw Tommy ridiculing
Lord Whitfield on the balcony.
You targeted those
who had slighted Lord Whitfield.
- (screams)
- (body thuds)
You saw Carter,
drunk at the sluices channel
then you opened the levers,
swept him away in the current.
(Wayneflete) I didn't push him.
It was luck.
The scratches round the keyhole.
You opened Amy's door from
the outside and swapped the bottles.
Detective novels. So educational.
Dr Thomas
Hemlock, I presume?
You grow it in your garden.
(spritzes)
I recall its distinctive smell.
It was you in the surgery,
planting evidence
that would give cause
for Lord Whitfield to seek revenge.
(Wayneflete) Just a little something
to steer you in the right direction.
But no one's infallible.
Not even you.
Like your mishap killing Rivers
after his outburst at the inquest.
- (thwack)
- (grunts)
You were interrupted.
(indistinct talking
in distance)
Leaving a broken shoe heel.
Which I covered very creatively,
planting it in Lord Whitfield's car.
Lydia Horton.
- (coughs)
- Strychnine again?
(Wayneflete) No, arsenic.
She said the tea Gordon
had sent her
tasted odd.
But did anyone listen?
Derby Day.
You followed Miss Pinkerton
to London.
The driver
didn't kill Miss Pinkerton.
You pushed her.
(tyres screech, crash)
(Wayneflete)
But the driver didn't stop.
Why would he?
Just an old woman.
(Fitzwilliam) So you gave the police
Lord Whitfield's registration number
and disappeared into the crowd,
but the police disregarded
the testimony of a woman.
And today you took the knife covered
in Lord Whitfield's fingerprints,
as if it was sent from Bridget,
to lead him to her murder.
Which, of course,
would have removed all doubt.
None of which would
have been necessary if anyone
(Fitzwilliam) Noticed your clues?
(chuckles)
Perhaps you're just too clever.
I had my moments.
The entire village at my mercy,
never knowing where I'd strike next.
Me
who they'd all treated
as if I had forever been
this dour, pointless old maid.
It is galling
that not a single one of them
pointed the finger at Gordon.
Perhaps no one listens to old women.
Perhaps we're invisible.
Not to me.
Just unheard.
Unseen.
A respectable person,
disrespected.
In a place where
murder is easy.
(down-tempo music plays)
(car door slams)
I wish you all the best, my
clever Bridget.
Capable and a lady.
Too good for me, probably.
It's very gentlemanly of you,
Gordon.
Oh (laughs)
Murderer?
Me?
Hmm.
I don't even hunt.
(chuckles)
(gentle music playing)
(Bridget) Dangerously emotional.
Romantic tosh.
(both chuckle)
Did you give Mrs Pierce
Miss Pinkerton's derby money?
Good.
They'll know
what best to do with it.
For Ashe Bottom.
So what will you do Mr Obiako?
I should be in Nigeria.
For independence.
They must miss you.
I know I will.
- If I stayed here
- You'd be lost.
In the woods.
And you, Bridget?
What will you do?
Where will you go?
Frankly
I don't give a damn.
Maybe I'll travel.
Maybe I'll turn detective.
It's 1954!
A woman can do whatever she likes.
That's my theory anyway,
and I intend to test it.
Thoroughly.
Do watch out for waterwheels, Fitz.
And forests.
Old ladies on trains
telling tall stories.
(whistles)
(bird screeches)
(chuckles)
Should I encounter
any of those, I'll be in touch.
(softly) Bridget Conway.
(Pinkerton) Whatever happens now,
someone else knows the truth.
Someone I can trust.
Can't I?
Yes.
(ship horn blows)
(gentle music playing)