Murder Is Easy Page #6

with Easterfield?

[CHUCKLES]

Sorry to disappoint you,

but I know where Gordon was,

but you don't know

where I was.

Bridget, I don't think

you understand.

I'm not keeping a list

on everybody in Wychwood,

you know.

Just those I have

every reason to suspect.

Thought perhaps

you did suspect me.

You said I was a

"cold-blooded gold digger."

Why not a cold-blooded killer?

Hey, I said I was sorry.

And after last night...

That's why I want you

to be sure.

I guess you think

I'm playing

some stupid little game

or something.

I happen to believe

in this stuff,

and I'm very

damn good at it.

I'm sorry.

It just all seems

so fantastic to me.

No, no, no!

You want your name in,

I'll put your name in, okay?

[KEY CLICKS]

[SIGHS]

Now, we're ready.

At least, I am.

Are you?

For what?

To find out who the killer is.

Are you ready?

Oh, Luke.

[KEY CLICKS]

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

[]

JIMMY:

Cheers. Thank you.

Boy, if you could have seen

the look on her face

when her name popped up

on that computer. Hm.

And I thought Gordon

was a child.

Really, Luke, you have

a most peculiar

sense of humor.

That'll teach you

to make fun of my work.

And why shouldn't I?

After all that,

your marvelous computer

still couldn't come up

with the name

of the real killer.

Luke.

[SIGHS]

Am I to understand

that I have put

the entire resources of Oxford

University at your disposal

so that you can play a joke

on this poor girl?

It's not a joke, Jimmy.

Do you mean to say

Bridget's the murderer?

I don't know anything

for sure.

I just know that I had

some pretty good reasons

for suspecting her, so I...

I thought that if I...

If I had her name flash

on that screen,

she'd come unglued,

she'd tell me everything. I...

I-I-I...

I'm beginning

to remember now

why I don't get involved

with people.

Look here,

old friend.

You've got to give up

all this sleuthing nonsense

and go to the authorities.

Jimmy.

I'm in love with her.

Well done.

But if you know

she's guilty...

I don't know anything for sure.

Right now,

it's all speculation.

Yes, but what if she is?

I don't know.

[SIGHS]

But I am going to have a talk

with the one woman

who really knows the truth.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

WAYNFLETE:

Who is it?

Miss Waynflete,

it's Luke Williams.

[LOCKS TURN]

Oh, Mr. Williams.

Someone tried to kill me.

On my way home,

I stopped

to give those petunias

a bit of water.

I was simply standing here

when this thing

whizzed past my head

from up there.

I didn't dare touch it.

LUKE:

You didn't tell anyone?

Oh, I was so frightened,

I went straight home.

Ellsworthy.

RIVERS:

...to get away from you. I don't blame her.

EASTERFIELD:

Don't tell lies to me, Rivers.

You ungrateful lout.

You're fired. Fired!

Do you understand?

What's more,

you're going to regret this.

Don't worry! I'm off!

And it's you who are

going to regret this.

You, you stupid idiot!

EASTERFIELD:

Honoria, I'm sorry you should have to witness

such a disgraceful scene,

but that man!

Gordon,

what on earth's happening?

It's nothing, my dear.

I've just dismissed Rivers.

Rivers?

Gordon, what happened?

What did he say to you?

Nothing, my dear,

that need be repeated.

Just a pack of filthy lies.

How dare he talk

to me like that!

Now, Gordon,

you really must try

not to get upset.

Something very serious

shall happen to that young man,

you mark my words.

Yes, yes, Gordon,

I'm sure it will.

Oh, Luke!

Luke, what is wrong

with you?

Nothing, nothing

is wrong anymore,

and that's the wonderful part.

I love you,

and everything is okay now.

Luke, will you wait a moment?

You've got me so confused,

I can't think.

All right. You'll just

take one thing at a time.

Number one is that I love you.

Well...

Number two, I've been absolutely

wrong about everything.

I really do know

who the murderer is now.

She knew?

Miss Waynflete knew?

It doesn't matter,

because I know now.

It's Ellsworthy.

Ellsworthy?

Yes, yes.

I will explain

all of this to you later,

but right now

I have to see the constable.

Luke, wait.

Maybe you're wrong

about Ellsworthy.

No. No, I know

what I'm doing.

May I borrow your car?

Oh, uh, I'd take care

of Miss Waynflete,

if I were you.

She's a little shook up.

[ENGINE STARTS]

And I really do love you.

[]

You don't believe

a word of it.

REED:
Mr., uh...

Williams, isn't it? -Yes.

Well, Mr. Williams, I do

appreciate your concern.

And it's a colorful story,

heaven knows.

But you see, sir, here in

England, we really do prefer

something in the nature

of solid evidence

before we go

about arresting people.

"Solid evidence"?

What do you call that?

I saw it in Ellsworthy's shop.

Yeah, well,

it certainly is, uh...

[GRUNTING]

Oh!

Certainly solid, at any rate,

isn't it, sir?

And no end of fingerprints,

I'll wager.

But how can you ignore...?

Evidence, Mr. Williams,

that's all I ask.

Real evidence.

[SCOFFS]

[LAUGHS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I've come to tell the truth.

[]

[OWL HOOTS OUTSIDE]

[SNIFFS]

[DOORKNOB RATTLES]

[LOCKS TURN]

Oh, Luke! Thank God

you're all right!

What are you doing here?

I told you not to come.

Oh, Luke, thank God

you're all right.

I saw Ellsworthy coming back,

and I... I thought...

[BRIDGET SOBBING]

Hey.

Hey, it's all right.

It's okay.

It's all right.

Hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey.

Maybe I ought to go

back inside.

Oh, this is

no time for jokes,

I thought he might have

killed you.

[]

You've won, you know.

"Won"?

What have I won?

Me.

If you really want me.

If I really want you?

-Luke, listen.

If you knew what I have done

simply out of pride.

I've let the past rule me,

as if Wychwood were the world.

I don't want to be

lady of the manor, not really.

I just want love.

You got that.

From me.

I know.

I truly feel that.

That's why I want

to get right away from here,

before the past

overwhelms me completely.

Luke...

Take me with you.

BRIDGET:

But I want to go right away.

You will come with me

to talk to Gordon, won't you?

You know what a temper he has.

Of course I'll come.

Aaah! Oh!

The chauffeur.

[GASPS]

[]

EASTERFIELD:

Dead.

Struck down

by divine wrath.

REED:

A remarkable theory, Lord Easterfield.

Well, the Lord moves

in mysterious ways, you know.

Does he indeed, sir?

Well, how can you

doubt it?

Rivers abuses me,

and what happens?

Where is he now?

Gordon, please come

into the house with me.

[SIGHS]

The Word according

to Easterfield.

Yes, he's a riot,

isn't he?

Almost as funny as I am.

It's too bad Rivers

isn't alive to enjoy it.

Oh, I take you

quite serious now, sir.

Quite serious,

indeed.

Except on one point.

Ellsworthy

is not your man.

Well, I saw

Ellsworthy's hands.

They were covered

with blood.

Ah, it was you who broke

into his shop last night.

I expect he'll be lodging

a complaint against you,

once his hand clears up.

He, uh, cut it, you know,

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