♪ ♪ ELLIOT: 78 miles an hour.

You're looking at a decade in prison?

♪ ♪ You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

We played cards!

We haven't done anything.

Arrest 'em all!

God still loves you.

(sobs) I was wrong to call you names and I apologize.

GEORDIE: It was an accident.

The speedo was already broken.

We're releasing you without charge.

That's it?

All done.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens, footsteps approaching) CATHY: There you are!

Come on, let's get cracking.

I'm in my best frock here.

(chuckles) Tell me again why we're going to see a painting.

Well, I thought a man of your education would love art.

Well, I, I do, but...

It's not any old painting.

Um, "this piece, "already of historic artistic significance, is on loan from a collection in Italy."

Mm!

Mm.

Fantastico.

(quietly): I love a man with an accent.

(people talking in background) We are going to have a lovely day.

Take your mind off things.

What things?

I know you think I'm pretending the accident didn't happen, but I'm not.

But it'd be better if you had Bonnie around to talk about it, though.

Her mum's had a stroke-- needs her more than I do.

Besides, if I need a pair of ears, I'm all sorted.

CATHY: What?

Him?

(laughing): Oh, don't you panic.

I mean Him!

Oh, yeah.

Come on, then, let's see this painting.

I'm really worried about him.

Which is why we're here.

You think I want to spend my day off staring at a bloody painting?

Miserable old git-- come on.

Today is about Will, not you.

(bicycle bell rings) (Cathy sighs) You'd think they'd put a sign up.

Oh, excuse me.

Sorry, do you work here?

For my sins.

I don't suppose you know where we need to go for this painting?

Uh, through the passage, take a right, up the stairs, and you'll hear Dr. Abbot.

Thanks.

(people talking in background) (talking in background) ABBOT: Absolutely no flash photography.

Damages the colors.

Well, apparently.

ABBOT: Only six people at a time in my room.

Stay back from the artwork at all times.

(rope clanking) ♪ ♪ ABBOT: "Reclining Nude" by Modigliani.

When she was displayed for sale in a gallery window, the police in Milan shut it down that very same day.

(quietly): I think they did everyone a favor.

(others murmuring) (chuckling): I mean, you get this sort of thing in every dirty magazine I've ever seen.

Hm!

Through my work.

Well, I think it's rather beautiful.

A celebration of the female form.

I couldn't agree more!

How long do you have it on loan for?

Only another week.

Frankly, I'd like to keep her to myself for the duration, but, um... What's the name of the artist again?

Modigliani.

I've been writing a paper on his series of nudes for the last seven years.

When do you think you'll get it finished?

Well, I retire next year, so I must.

But with my muse to focus me, I have high hopes of delivering something groundbreaking.

Then I shall go to Italy to see the entire series.

(patrons murmuring) So what do you think?

I like it.

She doesn't look the least bit worried about her body.

Mind you, I don't reckon she's had four kids.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ (talking in background) Thank you.

Geordie?

(people talking in background) (quietly): I told you everybody would be dressed up.

Mm?

Here, this suit is a classic.

Oh!

Yeah.

(background conversations stop) ABBOT: I'd like to thank you all for coming on this most special of days.

I'm sure you were all excited to find yourselves in such close proximity to that wonderful lady.

I know I have to pinch myself each time I look at her.

(guests chuckling) I have been attempting to have a piece of this series brought on loan to this college ever since I became a fellow.

And I could not be more proud... WOMAN: Excuse me!

WOMAN: Coming through!

...to announce that I have... WOMEN: Excuse me!

...achieved just that.

(guests applauding) This is an event for patrons and students of the college.

(loudly): We are here today...

I said this is for students and patrons only, miss.

HARRIET: ...to protest against the hypocrisy towards women in art.

Leave the college immediately!

(loudly): I said we are here today... WOMEN: ...to protest against the hypocrisy... What is happening?

...towards women in art.

(women continue) You, boy, go and fetch a porter.

I want these women thrown out of here!

Have you ever asked yourselves why it is considered perfectly acceptable to gaze upon the female naked body in art... ...but in real life, women are expected to wear appropriately modest clothing?

Well, she's got a fair point.

(guests exclaiming) Oh, blimey!

Oh, bloody hell.

ABBOT: Where the hell are the porters?!

Clothing deemed appropriately modest not by women themselves... MARIANNE: ...but by men.

Men who don't even stop to ask women what they think or feel.

Men who think that it's their right to decide for women.

This is disgusting!

(guests murmuring) Right, I shall fetch the porters myself.

MEN: Hear, hear!

(camera shutter clicks) Really?

WOMEN: Women in this country and around the world will no longer be told how to dress or how to behave.

(guests jeering and booing) This is getting out of hand.

WOMEN: We stand in unison on behalf of oppressed women everywhere.

(sighing): All right, ladies!

WOMEN: ...and bring down the patriarchy.

Ladies, time to cover up!

It's police, so you probably should listen.

Staging a protest isn't a crime.

No, but whipping your top off in public is.

Well, I, uh, I think you made your point.

Rather eloquently, I'd say.

A man of the cloth.

Here to explain why women need to know their place?

No!

ABBOT: Porter!

Do something!

Please don't make me arrest you.

Enough of all this now.

Run!

(guests jeering) DAVID: Stay right there!

Don't-- oh!

(guests laughing, jeering) DAVID: Come back!

Come here!

Geordie.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

You may call me a trouble maker.

A rebel, even.

(jeering) But it's time to make a stand.

(camera shutter clicks, guests gasp) For the truth!

Right, that'll do, Lady Godiva.

(guests cheer and applaud) Thank you, Mrs. Keating.

And you are coming with me.

ABBOT: Help!

Help!

Theft!

Theft!

(yelp softly) Have you arrested those vile women?!

Uh, we've one in custody, yes.

She's been taken to the station.

What about the others?!

They ran off.

You have to find the whole monstrous regiment!

They're obviously all involved!

Yeah, I'll get some men down here.

You do understand the seriousness of all this?

(stammering): We're talking about an irreplaceable piece of art!

We understand how valuable it is, of course.

ABBOT: This is a work of historical importance!

You should be searching the corridors!

Sealing off the streets!

Like I say, we'll get some men down here.

Reputation of this college will be in tatters!

Are you sure you locked it?

Course I'm bloody... Could you confirm who has keys besides you?

Porters.

Not too hard to pick it, though.

If you had a mind.

(telephone ringing, typewriter keys clacking) Here, Larry!

(men chuckling) Can't keep up with a few young ladies, boss?

(men laughing) MAN: Heard they gave you the right runaround.

(telephone ringing) MISS SCOTT: DCI Wallace has made some calls to the Flying Squad.

Asked them to keep ears to the ground.

LARRY: He thinks this is a job by a London gang?

MISS SCOTT: He thinks it's more than likely.

He's gone to meet with the chancellor of the university to smooth a few feathers.

Assure him that this is our top priority.

Get over to the college and interview the porters.

Boss.

Which leaves us with Betty Grable.

♪ ♪ (sighs) (groans) Oh, will you please get dressed?

No.

This is bloody ridiculous.

This is a protest against the hypocrisy towards women.

Now, what the hell does that mean?

It means that you-- and when I say "you," I mean men-- are perfectly happy to look at women's naked bodies in art.

But when it comes to real women, you want to tell us what to do with our bodies.

You want to tell us what to wear.

What is and is not decent.

Tell us all... What I'm telling you now is that you need to stop rattling and answer my questions.

First off... (clears throat) Name and address.

No.

Look, we understand you're frustrated.

Why are you even here?

A few Hail Marys is not gonna bring the patriarchy down, Vicar.

Never mind the bloody patriarchy.

A valuable painting has been stolen and right now, it looks like you and your friends were involved.

Was this some sort of student prank?

You girls provide a distraction, someone nicks the painting?

Perhaps you didn't know about the theft, but the thieves knew about the protest, and used it as cover.

Could you tell us who had that information?

No.

♪ ♪ (door clangs) She brought it on herself wasting police time.

When all she needed to do was answer a few simple questions.

Geordie?

Larry's calling from the college where the exhibition was.

You need to get down there.

♪ ♪ This bedder, Josephine, found him about an hour ago.

JOSEPHINE: His name's Peter Delaney.

He's one of the porters here.

♪ ♪ LARRY (distorted): 32 years old.

Been working here as a porter over four months.

GEORDIE (distorted): There's a head injury.

Looks like a blow from behind.

(heart beating, Will exhales) (distorted speech, heartbeat continue) (breathing deeply, distorted speech continues) (normal audio resumes): Will.

Right, you could leave this to us.

Don't worry.

Well, there's the head injury.

It's deep.

Almost two inches wide.

Looks like a blow to the back of the head.

I'm assuming with that.

Why would anyone do this?

Thieves come for the painting.

When a porter disturbs 'em, he's collateral damage.

GEORDIE: Maybe.

But we need to check if anyone else might want him dead.

Larry, seal it off right away.

♪ ♪ Nothing short of a tragedy.

These vicious thieves.

They care not one jot for the art.

Now, let's not forget a man's life's been lost here.

(quietly): Ah.

Peter Delaney.

ABBOT: I barely knew him.

If you could tell us anything at all, it would help.

What sort of man was he?

Well, he was a, he was a porter.

We're all more than our jobs, surely.

Well, yes, of course, but, uh, I didn't know him outside his work.

He'd been here for over four months.

Working as a porter.

His life mattered.

Well, I'm sorry, but I can tell you nothing more about him.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ Set it down here, Gerry, thank you.

Where's Will?

Isn't he usually here by now?

What happened to that one?

(sighs): Don't ask.

You should advertise for a housekeeper.

I don't want a housekeeper in here telling me what to do.

They wouldn't do that.

Have you met Mrs. C?

Anyway, I don't want to ask Jack for more money.

I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Well, I would.

Besides, did Jesus wash the feet of his disciples, or did he get someone else in to do it for him?

Well, you're not Jesus, and you can't manage this place on your own, Leonard.

Well, I didn't think I was on my own.

(people speaking loudly in background, objects crashing) (footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ DAVID: Peter's room's at the top.

(keys jangling) This one over here.

(lock turns) ♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Small room.

WILL: Standard for a porter.

DAVID: Peter never complained.

A very good bloke.

No trouble to anyone.

Local?

From Yorkshire.

Sheffield, by all accounts.

Came down here a few months ago to take the job.

He liked working here?

Very proud to be here.

Took his responsibilities to the college seriously.

(exhales) He married?

The college don't take on married men.

Women bring nothing but trouble, if you ask me.

Take today.

Those three tarts are the root cause of all this misery.

We're all better off single.

That's a lonely existence, though.

Well, I don't reckon our Peter was too lonely.

"I love you and believe you love me.

"I beg you to meet me so that we can talk about things.

"Our baby is on its way and needs a father.

Yours, Sheila."

Not exactly single, then.

(bell tolling in distance) Right, let's call it a day.

Well, shouldn't we try...

It's getting late.

And you need to get home.

(bell continues) ♪ ♪ CATHY: There you are!

Thought Geordie was gonna have you in there all day.

Uh, things got a bit... Actually, I might just pop in the church.

No!

(chuckling): No, no, you don't.

You need to get inside.

And eat something.

You look starving.

Do I?

Yeah!

Get in there.

Sylvia and I have brought you something you're really gonna like.

♪ ♪ BONNIE: Cathy, did you... ♪ ♪ (laughs) (chuckles) ♪ ♪ (chuckles) Oh!

(chuckling): So you missed me, then?

BONNIE: Honestly, Mum's doing better.

I'm fine to be here for a couple of days.

What about you?

Good.

Charming.

Ernie and I had lots of fun.

(chuckles) You are still thinking about the accident, though.

Because... ...that sort of thing... Mm-hmm... ...is hard to, is hard to put aside.

And I know how you get.

♪ ♪ Here?

Definitely.

Just might have to do a bit of maneuvering.

Ah.

♪ ♪ (baby crying, people talking in background) (dog barking, children calling in distance) (men talking in background, Geordie sniffs) ♪ ♪ (baby crying) (exhales) (exhales) Uh, does someone called Sheila live here?

Mm, that's me.

Can I come in?

Uh, landlady doesn't let us have gentleman callers.

I think she'll make an exception for me.

(dog barking in distance) I would offer you a cup of tea, but...

Milk got pinched.

I just had a cup before I left.

Did you write this?

Well, obviously, I've read it.

I'm not judging your situation.

Why would you?

Can I ask how long you've known Peter Delaney?

Uh, married two years and we were courting about six months before that.

So you're Mrs. Delaney.

Mm.

I think you'd better sit down.

I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but we found Peter's body this afternoon.

♪ ♪ Can I get someone to sit with you?

I left all me family behind in Sheffield to come and live here.

Uh, a neighbor, maybe?

Can I ask why Peter lied about being single?

He needed the job.

And he said they don't take married men.

Yeah, of course, yeah.

So you communicated by letter.

Well, they don't let women into college, do they?

Can you think of anyone who might want to harm Peter?

(laughs humorlessly) No, I can't.

♪ ♪ Evening!

(both chuckling) Oh, I love you.

I should hope so.

You're sure you're all right?

I just made love to my beautiful wife.

How could I not be?

I've been thinking about you.

Mm, did I live up to expectations?

I was worried.

About me?

Why?

I know you blame yourself for what happened.

So that's why you came back.

What, to, to check up on me?

When I hear my husband's struggling, what am I gonna do?

Hear from who?

Cath called me at my mum's.

(groans) No, she said that you weren't yourself.

That you're withdrawn.

It's, it's not just her-- everyone's concerned.

Gossiping behind my back.

Well, that's not fair!

They're not gossiping.

What would you call it, then?

Talking.

You ever heard of that?

It's what normal people do.

I talk!

No, not about this, you don't.

This is the single most difficult thing that's ever happened to you.

You do not know that.

What?

Something worse than knocking a man down and killing him has happened to you?

And all you can say is, "I'm fine."

I am not the victim here.

No, but you're affected, too.

Still are.

If you don't open up, then... Look, you will never understand, Bonnie, because we are very different people.

I have faith and you don't.

And it is my faith that is seeing me through this.

♪ ♪ (keys jangling) (people talking loudly in background) (lock turns) (door closes) Thank you.

Look.

I know you probably made a pact with the other girls not to speak to the police, but a man's been killed.

You can't possibly think we have anything to do with that.

Well, it's not easy to rule it out if you won't tell us anything.

How about we start with your name and address?

I do understand why you feel the way you do.

I work in a police station.

One of the few women here.

What do you think that's like?

So why do you do it?

Because it's more important that there are women here, don't you think?

Marianne Robertson.

I'm at Newnham College reading maths.

Then you're smart enough to realize that this had its place at the college protest, but in here, with just you and four walls, it's not really getting you anywhere, is it?

(sighs) Do you know anything at all about the death of the porter?

I honestly don't.

Well, what about the painting?

Are you sure you didn't grab it as part of your stand?

We have nothing against the painting.

It's actually very beautiful.

(chuckles) We just wanted to make our point.

Sounds like you did just that.

I am going to need the names of the other girls.

And get them arrested?

I can't do that.

♪ ♪ (barks softly) Off you go-- come on.

(birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (bell tolling) (sizzling) You might want a bit more lard in there.

Otherwise, they stick to the pan, and it'll be the devil's own job to get it clean.

A man's always happier for a cooked breakfast inside him.

(sighs heavily) (quietly): Will is definitely not happy.

He found out why I came back and he's furious with Cathy for calling me.

LEONARD: Well, what was she supposed to do?

He hasn't been himself.

(quietly): Well, he doesn't see it that way.

WILL: I would appreciate it if you'd stop discussing me as if I were a child.

We're not!

We're just worried.

Yeah, all of you whispering behind my back like some sort of committee.

Deciding that Bonnie needed to come back.

And now you're still at it.

Will!

We noticed that you were struggling and we just wanted to help.

Yeah, well, you haven't-- you've made things worse.

How?

Bonnie's mum is very ill, and yet she's here checking up on me, which is the last thing that I wanted.

When somebody you care about wants support, you'll do anything.

Even something they might not want you to do.

That's how it is.

Caring about someone doesn't mean doing whatever you want and to hell with their feelings.

Now please, leave us in peace.

Why did you say we were worried?

Because we are.

Well, you've made him even more annoyed now.

Me?

You said he was struggling.

And you said he needed support.

That's completely different.

When I said you needed to open up, I don't think I meant screaming your head off.

Oh, I wasn't...

I'm just angry they called you back when it wasn't necessary.

Yes, I think we all got the message on that score.

I just wish people would believe me when I say that I'm okay.

Honestly, I want you to be okay.

I wanna think that someone or something can support you to a good place.

And I'm not so big-headed that I think that has to be me.

Let's just say I'm lucky to have you and God on my side.

(lock turns) Was it worth it?

Sometimes you've got to stand up for what's right.

Ah.

And you are absolutely certain no one else knew about your plans.

No, we kept it strictly among the three of us.

Loose lips and all that.

If the head of Newnham or Dr. Abbot had even an inkling of what we were going to do, they would've thrown the book at us.

Probably still will.

GEORDIE: No, I think Dr. Abbot's a bit preoccupied at the minute.

So the others won't get into any trouble.

No, at least you made the papers.

(laughs) (laughing) Can I keep this?

Not a chance-- on your way.

And let's hope I never see you or your friends again.

Hm.

So we've let our only suspect go.

Because she had nothing to do with it, Larry.

None of the girls did.

So what now?

We go back to the start.

(sighs) (exhales) (knocks) Oh, come in, by all mean... (door shuts) How's Lady Godiva?

Ah, fully clothed and on her way back to her mates.

But I'm assuming this... Sandwiches-- cheese and pickle.

You wanna tell me what's up?

Kids are driving me mad.

Right.

And Mr. Draper's called me into work.

He said he wants a "word."

Well, that doesn't sound great.

I'm worried he's gonna sack me.

What?

He wouldn't do that.

Would he?

Well, he thinks I'm a trouble maker, so I wouldn't put it past him.

What will we do if he gives me my marching orders and you have to retire?

(exhales) Oh, good luck.

(sighs) (door shuts) (water running) MARTHA: Hello?

(water stops) Sorry, the door was open.

I'm Martha.

I'm here about the job?

Oh, sorry, I think you must be at the wrong address.

I've ten years in the hotel trade and good references.

We're not a hotel.

I know what this is.

Everyone deserves the same standards, don't you think?

We do think that, don't we, Leonard?

Yes, but we still don't have an opening for a job, I'm afraid.

There was an advert in the newsagent's window saying that you're looking for a housekeeper.

(exhales) I'm extremely sorry that you've wasted your time, but that was a mistake.

We don't need anybody.

You need carbolic for that.

Salt for blood.

Carbolic for everything else.

You did this behind my back.

I'm just being practical.

I'm going for a walk before I say something I deeply regret.

GEORDIE: Hey up!

Thanks for coming.

These colleges are an absolute nightmare.

How do they manage to get so many snobs in one place?

Oh, it's a miracle of science.

Do they have lessons in that?

Uh, Mondays and Wednesdays.

I missed most of them.

Yeah, probably chatting up the ladies, no doubt.

I'm assuming a painting this famous wouldn't be easy to sell.

Well, it's too famous to sell, even on the black market.

But there are unscrupulous private collectors, course, so it could've been stolen to order.

GEORDIE: How long did you say you've been writing about this series?

Seven years.

Hell of a long time to be obsessed.

I wouldn't call myself that.

No one loved that painting more than you.

Are you serious?

Maybe we should carry on this conversation back at the station.

ABBOT: Do you have the authority of DCI Wallace to make this accusation?

We're just following all lines of inquiry.

I know him well.

I'm happy to call him.

I shouldn't bother, he's already called the chancellor.

I'll be back soon, Dr. Abbot.

♪ ♪ WILL: So what now?

GEORDIE: Let's pay the wife a visit.

Oh... (mutters) Bugger.

CATHY (knocking): Knock, knock!

Guess what?

You've won the pools?

Hm, if I have, I'll buy the baby a new outfit.

Oh, no, forget about the tea-- let's have a sherry.

To celebrate the fact that I've had a promotion.

That's brilliant!

I know!

I went in to see Mr. Draper thinking I was gonna get the chop, but no, he offers me a promotion.

(gasps) I mean, he doesn't wanna pay me as much as the bloke who does the exact same job as mine.

But...

I stood my ground.

I probably, I probably shouldn't.

Oh, rubbish.

I had a few glasses when I was expecting all mine and look how they turned out.

(both laugh) Oh...

I hear Will's angry we got you back from your mum's.

I bumped into Mrs. C at post office.

He says he's over what happened.

Says his faith got him through.

And does his faith stop him from talking about any of it?

I'm scared, Cathy.

What if he doesn't get back to how he was?

He will.

It just takes time.

(sighs): How long?

Only took Geordie 20 years to get over the war.

(both laughing) Oh, I'm dreading telling him about my new job.

Why?

He'll be proud, won't he?

God knows how he'll react.

Don't breathe a word.

Mm.

But Elliot said Geordie needs to think about retirement.

Bet that thought took about two minutes.

Two?

(chuckles) Bloody men.

Oh, bloody men.

(snorts) ♪ ♪ (door closes) Let's have a chat, Sheila.

(door opens) GEORDIE: What sort of man was your husband?

Pretty ordinary, I'd say.

What did Peter tell you about the job in college?

Did he explain that he'd need to pretend to be single before he took it?

That you'd need to live here?

He left that bit out till he got down here.

Told me he'd got a good job, good wages and that.

And that he'd send for me when he was settled.

But that never happened.

When did you last see him?

Sheila, it's always better if you explain things yourself.

Um...

The day he died.

I saw him that afternoon at the college.

You were there?

My friend Josephine's a bedder, and she told me there was gonna be some do on at the college with a painting, and, well, everyone would be busy and I could easily sneak in and talk to Peter.

And what did Peter say when you did that?

Uh, he said that the marriage was over and I should go back to Sheffield.

Even though you're pregnant?

He doesn't care about me or the baby.

He just chucked me out.

That must have made you angry.

Obviously.

Angry enough to kill him.

Probably.

But I didn't.

He was still alive when I left.

You sure about that?

If you don't believe me, you can ask Josephine, because she saw me go.

JOSEPHINE: I met her a few months ago, outside the college.

She was upset, so we started talking.

Been friends ever since.

GEORDIE: And how well did you know Peter?

He mostly ignored me.

All the porters do.

He mostly ignored Sheila, too, didn't he?

That's men for you.

GEORDIE: You told Sheila how to get into the college.

So she could confront Peter?

She wanted to talk to him.

Make him see sense.

A woman in her situation, what chance has she got on her own?

You've no idea how desperate she's been feeling.

How could you?

And when he refused to talk to her, how did she react?

(sighs): She was broken.

So then what happened?

(bell tolling) Well, she didn't kill him, if that's what you think.

You certain of that?

Yes.

Look, I saw her talking to him.

Sobbing, she was, begging him.

Then she left.

Was that before or after the protest?

Definitely before.

Sheila had already left when that performance happened.

And Peter was still alive.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ MISS SCOTT: Is this what all the fuss is about?

You'd think no one had ever seen a naked body.

Well, this particular naked body's giving us some real grief.

I still think Dr. Abbot had a motive to take it.

But do we really think he had the bottle to kill someone?

If he was scared of getting caught?

Who else had access to the room?

The porters.

They were outside chasing our protesters.

What about the wife?

She had every reason to want her husband dead.

I think she loved him, though.

MISS SCOTT: Well, love will only get you so far.

As an abandoned woman with a child, her life's pretty much ruined.

But as a woman whose husband died tragically, that's another kettle of fish.

She could start again.

So she kills him, takes the picture.

To make it look like a theft?

What would she do with it afterwards?

There's no way she could find a buyer.

♪ ♪ Why are you doing this?

What's all this?

It's for my work!

I'm a seamstress!

How else do you think I manage not to starve?

Oi!

Do you know how much that costs?

WILL: Geordie.

Mm?

♪ ♪ GEORDIE: Why would this be in your bin?

No idea how it got in there.

Well, you stole it, Sheila.

After you killed your husband.

You can't believe that.

Absolutely no one else had any reason to want him dead.

I didn't want him dead.

He's the father of my baby.

A baby he didn't care about.

This isn't right!

I thought the robbers killed him.

There were no robbers.

Unless you're saying they went to all that trouble and then left the loot in your bin.

Someone slung it in there.

Hm?

Like who?

Well, I wouldn't put it past you lot!

Sheila, he was a bad man, a terrible husband.

Everyone will understand why you killed him.

Why it happened.

Except nothing did.

I talked to him and then I left.

You will go to prison for this, Sheila.

SHEILA: But Peter was still alive when I saw him.

Ask Josephine.

♪ ♪ Can we not do this?

I've too much work to do for chit chat.

Important work-- God's work.

You're peeling potatoes.

Exactly.

I know you think that all this is just a fad.

That I'll move on.

I don't.

You think I'm wishy-washy, always changing my mind.

I know this is different.

It's the best thing I've ever done.

Which is why you need some proper help.

So that you can make this place the finest it can be.

I know that's what you want.

You shouldn't have gone behind my back, though.

Agreed.

I'm sorry.

I overstepped the mark.

What was the name of that lady again?

Martha.

Let's just hope she hasn't already taken a job in some five-star hotel.

(both chuckling) JOSEPHINE: Don't know why you dragged me here when I told you I only got Sheila into college.

Uh, we just need to check a few things.

Like what?

Like when Sheila left the college.

She tried to have words with Peter, he chucked her out.

She went home.

It's only natural you'd want to help a friend, especially when the stakes are so high.

Of course it's natural.

You don't wanna see the people you care about suffer, do you?

But that doesn't change the fact that I saw her leave college.

And Peter was still alive.

♪ ♪ If it turns out you're lying, it won't just be Sheila going to prison.

Well, I'm not lying, am I?

It would be better for Sheila if you both just tell the truth.

Her barrister can explain to the court.

And they will understand why she did this.

A bunch of strangers making decisions for her?

When they don't even know the full story?

(sighs) She's lying to protect her friend.

She's right, though, about what will happen.

Everyone's making decisions for Sheila.

It's a horrible feeling.

When you're invisible.

It could drive you to do something unthinkable.

When someone you care about needs support, you'll do anything.

Even if it's something they might not want you to do.

♪ ♪ (sighs) Recently, a group of friends thought they knew what was best for me, and I didn't like it.

Not one bit.

And that's what you hate, isn't it?

The fact that no one listens to women like you and Sheila.

Did you kill Peter, Josephine?

GEORDIE: Were you so angry at how he treated your friend that you lost your temper?

And you did something that even Sheila didn't want you to do?

Because if that's what happened, you cannot let Sheila go to prison.

She won't go to prison because I'm confirming her story.

She left... GEORDIE: No.

She will go to prison, seeing as no one will believe you.

Because I'm just a poor woman who cleans things.

Because we found the painting in Sheila's bin.

WILL: You can't let her take the blame.

Think of the baby, Josephine.

Peter was happy to destroy Sheila's life without so much as a thought.

I mean, husband and wife are meant to be there for each other, aren't they?

Through thick and thin?

All he cared about was his job at the bloody college.

Thinking it made him someone, thinking he was part of it all.

You think that lot care about the porters?

GEORDIE: Josephine.

Did you kill him?

Someone's gotta be the strong one.

And if the man's not gonna be... (crying) GEORDIE: You saw how Sheila reacted to her husband's treatment.

So you went to confront Peter.

To stand up for your friend the way she couldn't.

Hey, I want a word with you!

Go scrub your floors, you stupid cow-- go on!

GEORDIE: And then you saw he couldn't care less.

About Sheila, about any woman.

You had a key to Dr. Abbot's office.

How else would I clean it?

So you let yourself in, you stole the painting to make it look like a robbery.

What were you going to do with it?

I don't know.

Try and sell it.

Buy Sheila some baby things.

I still had it on me when I left college and I went round to Sheila's to see if she was all right.

Then I saw you.

So I shoved it in the bins.

Not a brilliant plan, all told.

I'm just so tired.

(sighs) (exhales) (blows) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (exhales sharply) (slams glass down) GEORDIE: You cared more about this painting than a dead man.

You know, if you'd mentioned a bedder had access to this room...

Thank God there's no damage.

...we could have sorted all this out much earlier.

You know, if you'd told us she had a key and given us her name.

And how am I supposed to remember the name of a bedder?

What about those students who took their clothes off?

I assume you charged them with wasting police time?

No, I have not.

But you are this close to getting nicked for it yourself.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (sizzling) Smells good.

You all packed?

I can stay a few more days.

You don't need to.

(grunts): You sure?

Yeah, it'll be good to have the house to myself before baby comes.

I'll enjoy peace while I can.

You enjoyed having Ernie, though.

Course I did!

But he wants to see his granny, and she's ill, so it's perfectly understandable.

And I will see you both for his birthday.

We'll have a big party; balloons, cakes, the whole works.

He will love it.

Now.

Listen to the man of the house and eat up.

Oh, this looks good, thank you.

BONNIE: Don't worry, Ern.

Come on, we'll be back before you know it.

I love you both.

I want you to write me a letter every day, okay?

In fact, write me two a day.

(giggles): In you get.

Go ahead.

I'll miss you.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ LEONARD: It's just a game!

WILL: Let's all just calm down.

(glass shattering) MAN: You're not welcome here!

ELLIOT: This is what happens when you put rats in the hamster cage.

Don't talk to me about support!

WILL: He came to me for help-- I failed him.

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