We open with a tight shot of a check. What can we deduce from this?

- A 50 pound check was written by Felix Manbridge to his son John Manbridge .
- John Manbridge has hauled this unwieldy check from Felix Manbridge to the Townbridge Branch. They are in London; probably near the bridge.
- It is 1930; Felix has foolishly purchased check stock with “19__” pre-printed which will be obsolete in 70 years.
After actually watching for 5 seconds, I see my errors. The check didn’t weigh 50 pounds; WTH was I thinking? However, I had no way of knowing that John forged his cousin Felix’s signature. He explains, “You needn’t blame me for that. I wouldn’t have done it if I’d had any alternative!” He is now back to shamelessly ask for another £100.
Felix tells his parasitic brother that he simply doesn’t have the money. I believe he is sincere, but coming from a guy in a snappy three-piece suit, sitting in the mahogany-walled library of his country home, being attended to by a butler, I can see how John would be dubious. On top of that, Felix says he is very ill and John will soon inherit everything anyway. So no reason to murder him, nosiree . . .
Felix warns John that if there is another forgery — just one more little felony — he will prosecute. Denholm Elliott must have specialized in portraying this kind of upper class leech. In The Crocodile Case, he murdered his girlfriend’s husband and assumed his comfortable life [1]. In The Coffin, he constantly sponged off his brother [2]. Indiana Jones was wise to keep him away from that Crystal Skull. Or maybe his agent was wise to keep him away from it. [3] He leaves in a snit, complaining that this was a waste of his time.
Like any responsible broke bloke, his first stop is at the bookie. He finds the odds never in his favor, but really just stopped by to see if the bookie had cashed the check “from Felix” he gave him yesterday. Sadly, it was deposited and will soon be bouncing back the bookie’s way, causing Felix to call the coppers.
Like any responsible broke bloke, his second stop is at the pub. This time it is just to make an appearance to establish an alibi. If only he worked this hard at getting a job. He trots down the road in his nice shoes, three-piece suit and gloves to where he stashed a bike to throw off the timeline. He ditches the bike in a pond near the house and continues on foot.
Through the window, John sees Felix has understandably dozed off listening to the most boring radio show in history not airing on NPR — a lecture about life insurance and actuarial tables. Getting no answer at the door, he knocks on the window. Felix does not respond, so he opens the window and climbs in. Felix still doesn’t move, so John takes this opportunity to poke him in the head with a fireplace whacker; no wait, to whack him in the head with a fireplace poker.
In his dead brother’s pocket, John finds a check made out to him for £100. Awww, what a softy the old guy is; especially around that bloody spot on his noggin. For some reason, John burns the check — the one piece of loot he actually is legally entitled to. John dumps Felix out of the chair and ransacks the library to make it look like a robbery.
He then doubles back to make it appear he just arrived. A constable is biking by as John is rapping on Felix’s door. I guess the police don’t get guns or cars in England. The constable walks around to thewindow and sees Felix on the floor. He climbs in, checks the body and goes through the house to let John in the front door. The constable tells John he doesn’t know what happened, then produces a suicide note signed by Felix. This guy is not detective material.
The 2nd half of the episode is a real detective trying to makes sense of the crime scene. Both the writer and John Manbridge did fine jobs of planning the crime, establishing an alibi, and enabling the detective to deduce his way to the truth. Elliott’s performance made the first half and the unraveling of the story made the second half. I can’t bring myself to spoil it.
Despite being pointlessly set a long time ago in a country far, far away, this was another great episode.
[UPDATE] Going back in for pics, I realized I had missed some awesome foreshadowing when John read his brother’s suicide note. Bravo! Just great stuff!
Post-Post:
- [1] Until he was sent to prison for murder.
- [2] Until his brother murdered him from beyond the grave.
- [3] Or maybe he had been dead 15 years.
- AHP Deathwatch: No survivors.
Mr. Thurgood marshalls the staff for another day at Maynard’s Jewelry. The all-male sales staff is nattily attired, and the elderly doorman Henry is in a spiffy uniform. As Henry is carrying the jewels from the safe to the display case, he accidentally drops a $165,000 necklace [1]. As is always the case in real life, this is the moment the boss chooses to walk in.
Mrs. Rudell meets Thurgood there and puts on the necklace. She goes into an office to put it on. She just misses Dr. Rudell as he comes out to the lobby. AWKWARD! Not awkward because Thurgood is about to spoil the surprise. Awkward because Dr. Rudell calls his wife out of a different office to give her hell, and it is a different woman.
They are surprised by Maynard at the door. He tells Thurgood, “I suppose you know you can’t get away with this.” Psych! He hands Thurgood his gold watch and severance. He says he knows that “forgetting” them was his way of making restitution. Thurgood calls his daughter out to meet Maynard. He is so overwhelmed by Thurgood’s loyalty that he breaks the men-only tradition and offers the daughter a job at Maynard’s beginning Monday morning.
Newlywed Helen wakes up and reaches over for her new husband Phil. He is not in bed, which I guess accounts for them sharing a bed. On 1950’s TV, if he were still in bed, they would have had twin beds. That’s some catch, that
Seconds after the door shuts — there is not even an edit — Pat returns and says, “Helen, I’m sorry.” There is just no way she could have known what just happened unless she was spying on them, hoping to witness some hot shipping-out-tomorrow sex.
Later, at a restaurant, Phil gives Helen a present from his mother —
Helen, horrified: “Oh, no no no.”
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Leslie greets him with a big hug and wet kiss. Brad is not very responsive, so she says, “You’ve either been out with another woman or you need a new brand of pills.” Taking place in 45 BC (before Cialis), I have no idea what that means. Is this what Geritol is for? I’ve heard of it all my life, but never had any idea what it does — good job Madison Avenue! Also in that category — Gold Bond Powder. What the hell? Something for old people, I think.
The next day, he dresses as a mechanic and takes her car to the beach house, but hides it behind some bushes. That night, he picks her up from work in a rental car and they go to the beach. [3] Before they go for a midnight swim, Leslie returns a knife he left at her place.
In a superb double-twist, Leslie stabbed Janice to death, then set Brad up for the murder and his only alibi is that he was murdering Leslie at the time. Oh sure, we could quibble over the time-line. Or how she certainly seems devoted to Brad even after he threatens to end their relationship. But why overthink it?
Jan Manning has taken over her husband’s dress shop, but business is not going so well. If sales don’t improve, she might lose the shop the same way she lost her husband — to another man; in this case, a banker. OK, maybe her husband died; I was dozing off during part of this.
At the bank, the manager tells her she has too much money tied up in inventory. He advises her to advertise, “That’s the way to get people in and move your stock.” As she is already selling at 50% off, this does not seem like the solution or the problem. Mel is waiting in the lobby and takes Jan to lunch.
Mel advises her to have her accountant take the books home with him so her records are not destroyed if there happens to be a fire. If Hillary Clinton were this diligent about protecting her records, she wouldn’t be indicted. [1] Back at work after her ti martooni lunch, she tells her assistant to have the auditor take the books home, then leaves with her sister.
Or do we know what happened? Was the gadget the arsonist’s way of starting the fire? It fired up at 1 am instead of 1 pm, and Mel did have an opportunity the fiddle with the timer. Mel acts as if his plan was carried out, but the insurance man said the skylight was blown out by heat, not as a means of breaking in. I’m going with Mel in the back room with a tea maker.