The usual run of drunk and disorderlies and breaches of the peace,
and a boy broke the window of Asher's tobacconists.
And Mrs Asher didn't answer the door.
New tickets, please.
Thank you, sir.
- Sir. - Merci.
New tickets, please.
Thank you, madam.
I will find this person, madame.
I will find them.
I give you my solemn word.
*Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock*
*As it stands against the wall*
*Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops*
*When the summer shower is through*
*So a voice within me keeps repeating*
*你 你 你*
*You, you, you*
*Night and day, you are the one*
*Only you beneath the moon or under the sun*
*Whether near to me or far...*
Shut up, Lily!
I can't hear myself bloody think!
You murdering sack of shit bastard.
Come on, then!
Get in here!
Going to the rope for this, you know that?
Going to crack your neck.
It wasn't me.
- Balls. - It isn't him.
Use your eyes, Detective Bunce.
Alice Asher's neighbour said he was always threatening his wife,
that he said he was going to cut her throat,
then he was going to cut her head clean off
and he practically did cut her head clean off.
Her head? Her head was cut off?
Like you don't know.
To inflict such a mortal wound
with a weapon inadequate to the task
requires great strength.
Monsieur Asher is a dipsomaniac.
He has delirium tremens.
He could not strike a match, let alone wield a knife.
And where is the blood? He's not washed his hands.
There would be blood ingrained in the beds of his fingernails,
the skin of his knuckles, his wrists,
the cuffs of his shirt. There would be blood everywhere.
It isn't him.
He bought some gloves and then he chucked them after.
天哪 邦斯警探 你不了解人性弱点
Mon dieu, Detective Bunce, you are no student of human frailty.
Any money he has, he spends on his demon.
He would not buy gloves.
And the cash register was undisturbed.
If money were the motive, he would have taken it.
You reckon you know it all, don't you? Hm?
Well, you don't.
If Mum knew what you were really like, Betty.
If Donald knew.
He'll find out.
除非我先厌倦他 因为他很无趣 梅根
But not before I get bored of him. Because he is boring, Megan.
The only thing interesting about him is his pay packet.
He is so boring.
It's like talking to a plate.
How did you put up with him?
I loved him.
All I had to do was click my fingers and he came running.
Threw you over like you were nothing.
I did you a favour there, Megan.
One day you'll see that
and maybe then you'll stop being such a sour, joyless, vinegar tits.
你好 赫尔克里 你觉得阿舍太太如何
"Hello, Hercule. What did you think of Mrs Asher?
"She made a terrible mess.
"You know what's next, don't you?
"But which B? And when?
I should see the other chap, eh?
Were you fighting over a girl?
Oh, that's a shame.
Girls love being fought over.
Makes us feel all wanted and desirable.
What you got in there?
I'm in sales.
..With what I sell.
It's polite to use a girl's name, you know.
Now we're friends.
What do you sell, then?
Miss Barnard, table nine is waiting.
Just coming, Mrs Welk.
Oh, I'm definitely keeping these.
And very reasonably priced.
I mean, if you're too busy now to get your purse,
I can come back when you've finished your shift?
Oh, no, I don't pay for things.
Men give them to me.
This is my livelihood.
You're a virgin, aren't you?
You should be grateful that
anything you've touched is now touching me.
This is the closest you're ever going to get to my legs.
Now slither off and play with yourself thinking about that.
And that's how you play backgammon.
Not your night.
You're breaking my heart.
Get your sweaty hands off me.
You owe me for the stockings.
Debt paid. Virgin.
- Donald. - You're coming home with me.
Let go, you dozy bastard.
你不走 我们就完了 我不会娶你的
You stay here, we're through - I won't marry you.