Rosemary & Thyme (2003–2006): Season 2, Episode 3 - They Understand Me in Paris - full transcript

Frere jacque, frere jacque,
dormez vous, dormez vous,

sonnez les matines--

Why didn't you come in?

-I was waiting for
you to stop.

-No.

I don't stop, Laura,
you come in.

That's the point-- it's a row.

-Oh, like

"London's burning." -Yes.

-Oh, we used to do
those at school.

-Ah, a sort of fugue.



-Well why don't we do
"London's burning?"

-Because "frere jacque"
is more appropriate.

-Ooh, careful.

-Oh, blasted car.

-What's wrong with the car?

-I don't know.

You put your foot on the
break, it stops.

You put your foot on the

accelerator and it goes faster.

It's a hopeless thing.

-It's unforgivable.

Not at all like the
old land rover.

-Oh, she's got character.

-Oh, look at that view.



Can we stop and stretch
our legs?

-Uh huh.

There we go.

Look at that.

-Oh, wow.

What's that wonderful smell?

-Violets, lavender, mimosa,
the sea, the riviera.

-Oh, it's so beautiful here.

-Are we going to try and
make it more so?

That's ....

There.

-Well we'll be there
in 10 minutes.

-You didn't mind giving the
island a miss, do you?

-Um, well, I was rather looking
forward to the roman

burial ground.

-Ah.

Neither was I. Only I haven't
seen Dorothy for years.

-Do you think she'll mind us
pitching up a day early?

Dorothy?

No.

She's a free spirit, like me.

-Oh.

Help.

-This is a private road.

-It is not a private road.

-Yes it is.

I can prove it.

-It belongs to the residents.

-Exactly.

-Are you saying the residents
aren't allowed to have

visitors, if they can
prove who they are?

-You know who I am.

Excuse me.
-No I don't.

-James, for heaven's sake.

-I am not going to have blasted
buses blocking my

drive all day.

-Can we just--

-And you have no to encourage
these blasted trippers.

-I am not a tripper and
this is not a bus.

-Stop.

No, you can't go--

Stop!

-God!

-Don't be such a tourist.

-You've got to admit it's
pretty impressive.

What, did she win millionaire
or something?

-No, she married one.

-Oh.

Oh, mother.

Where did I go wrong?

-Not here.

-Well they must be here.

-We are a day early, remember.

Not tonight, no.

Tonight.

-At the end of the week.

Don't come end of the
week stuff with me.

You're always weaseling
out of it.

-But it's difficult, Nick.

-Because the way he
is, isn't he?

-But you know he is.

-Uh, hello!

Dorothy!

I

-Who are you?

-It's me, Rosemary.

Rosemary.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was, um--

-We're a day early.

Is that all right?

-No, no, no no.

It's lovely.

This is--

That was Nick Becket,
my nephew.

-Is Dorothy in?

-How should I know?

-No way at all, Nicholas,
no way at all.

-It's a question of trying
to get back to

The original planting.

Now this plan here should give
you a pretty good idea.

-How long has it been since
the gardens have

Had any major work?

-Oh, 40 years, probably.

It's dreadfully neglected.

Some of the stonework is
positively unsafe.

But we've got a local firm
dealing with that.

If we want to open the gardens
to the public though, it's

important to identify the plants
that are still here and

try and replace any that
have been lost.

-How big are the gardens
all together?

-Just over 40 hectors--

About 100 acres.

-Wow.

-Now, this other plan
is from the

survey we had done recently.

And Casper will explain
all that when

he gets back tomorrow.

He's been in switzerland
for a few days.

-Is your nephew staying
with you?

-Oh, Nick's a terribly
clever painter.

He loves it down here.

-James has done mad.

-Oh, don't.

Hello, Quentin.

-Excuse me.

... Agathe.

-You must be the wonderful
horticulturist Dorothy's been

Bragging about.

-Oh, that-- that was an
altercation you were

Having up the road?

I'm chairman of the trusted
administry's garden.

It's a scandal they
haven't been open

to the public long since.

But um, poor James doesn't
want that.

He lives next door.

Mind you, even Casper himself's
not all that keen,

In spite of the tax
advantages.

He's a very bitter, old man.

-Dorothy's husband?

Well, that must put
the kibosh on it.

-Fortunately, no.

He made the villa on the
ground, sold it over to

Dorothy some years back for his
own devious tax reasons.

-I'm so sorry.

I-- ... I--

I've got to go out.

Oh, what a bloody nuisance.

I'm--

I'm sorry, Quentin.

Was there something
in particular you

wanted to see me about?

-Nothing that won't wait
until tomorrow.

-Righto.

-I rather fancy the ...

-I need a bit of help here.

What's *** ?

-Chicken roasted on a spit.

-Do me.

-You know who he
is, don't you?

-Quentin Glazer.

He writes those paperbacks with
embossed covers you find

At airports.

-Oh, him.

All about hidden nazi treasure
and ghostly u-boats.

Yeah, Matthew likes those.

-Bonsoir.

-Ah, bonsoir.

-Where'd you suppose
Dorothy went?

She just dashed off.

-I have no idea.

I'm a little puzzled
about Dorothy.

-Why?

-You know the chap she was
talking to when we

arrive at the house?

She said he was her nephew,
didn't she?

-Yes, that's right--

Nicholas something.

-She hasn't any brothers
or sisters.

-How do you know that?

-I've known her since
we were eight.

-Well, maybe when she said
"nephew," she meant, uh--

You know, "nephew."

-Oh, no, no.

Dorothy is not that
kind of woman.

-Excuse me.

May I introduce myself?

My name is James Pretty.

-How do you do?

-I know who you are,
of course.

Dorothy's told me.

Look, I'll come straight
to the point.

I have a little proposition that
I would like to put to

You.

-Well, what sort
of proposition?

Well, why don't you come see me
tomorrow at my house, and

I'll fill you in on
the details there.

Do you know where my house is?

-Next to Dorothy's.

-Exactly.

I'll see you.

Goodbye.

Proposition, eh?

-Oh!

-Wake up.

Shh, shh.

-What?

- There's somebody
moving about downstairs.

-Why shouldn't there be?

-It's 4 o'clock in
the morning.

-Oh, maybe Dorothy's
just gotten back.

-Dorothy?

Dorothy?

She's not there.

Dorothy?

There might still be somebody
in the house.

-We'll soon find out.

-Oh good.

They've gone.

-Mm.

No, they haven't.

Look.

-What?

-Is that someone down there?

-I can't see anything.

-Look!

Wow, someone's forced
this door.

-Come on.

-Hello?

Don't come in.

-What do you mean,
don't come in?

Oh my god!

-I told you not to come in.

Is it Dorothy's husband,
Casper?

-I don't know, I
never met him.

Oh, no, no, no.

You don't understand, Agathe.

-Tell her we just came
in and found the--

-Yes, right.

Uh, *** ***

-You don't seem to be
getting through.

-Well, i-- they understood
me all right in paris.

She's probably got some
kind of a dialect.

-If she'd just let me
go and get my--

My phrase book.

-I don't think a phrase
book is going

To cover this situation.

-Madam souret says that monsieur
huber arrived back

Unexpectedly at 11:30, and when
she went to bed at 12:00

He was working in his study.

-We never met him.

We were in bed by
half past 10:00.

It looks as though he tripped,
fell across the glass coffee

Table and hit his head.

-Can you tell me the whereabouts
of madame huber?

-No.

-She had a phone call before
dinner and had to go out.

-Perhaps this matter it is
not so straightforward.

There is a piece missing
from the cabinet.

Um, when we came downstairs,
we heard a car leaving.

-A car?

You have not mentioned
this before.

-And I'm sure I saw someone
in the garden.

A car and someone
in the garden.

We are only here on the
invitation of my old friend--

Madam huber--

Just to find out how much it
would cost to prepare the

Gardens for a public opening.

-Do you have an interest
in antiques, *** ?

-None at all.

-We will have to search
your baggage.

-You certainly will not.

-I am sorry to have to tell
you, madam huber.

Your husband is dead.

-What are you doing?

-I'm looking for raspberry
"martyrs." When I was in

School, we took this day
trip to boulogne once.

They were the most fantastic
little cakes in a shop, but I

Could only afford three.

-Will you come on?

Please.

-I think they're called
"martyrs" because the

Raspberry juice makes them
look all bloody.

-Well he's supposed to be here
on an errand of mercy.

-Why does she want a lawyer
there for, anyway?

-Well, it's very frightening
being taken in by the police.

-Well, it looks suspicious
to me.

They only want to take
a statement.

-Suspicious?

This has got nothing
do with Dorothy.

Right.

Alexander chrystal.

I hope he speaks english.

-Or maybe it's because once
you've eaten one, you become a

Martyr to them.

-Try again.

-You'd think somebody'd be
there, wouldn't you?

-Well, maybe we should try
again in a minute.

Or maybe look for
another lawyer.

-Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

You're not waiting
for me, are you?

-Mr. Chrystal?

-You've got a nice face.

You can call me Sandy.

-Dorothy huber sent us.

-I heard.

Isn't it awful?

Come on.

-It's all over the town
about Casper.

Do sit down.

-No, we haven't the time.

Dorothy's at the
police station.

She wants you there while
she makes a statement.

-Me?

-Well you are her lawyer,
aren't you?

-Well yes.

But I'm not a criminal lawyer.

I just advise foreigners about
french property laws,

inheritance, that
sort of stuff.

-Do they sell raspberry
"martyrs" anywhere in

Town, do you know?

"Martyrs," "framboise,"
I suppose--

Little pastries?

-Sorry, never heard of them.

-I think Dorothy needs a bit
of moral support, here.

-Oh, god.

Honey!

Excuse me.

-I'm back.

-And not before time.

Where were you last night?

I phoned the hotel.

I was there all evening.

-Oh, that place.

Anyway, let me introduce you.

This is Rosemary Boxer
and Laura Thyme.

And this is my lovely
wife, Fiona.

Fiona Taylor?

Famous actress?

Not famous, darling.

Not even well known.

No, more, god, I'm sure I've
seen her somewhere before.

-Well i--

I don't know what help
Mr. Chrystal's

Going to be to Dorothy?

-I don't know.

Boost her morale, maybe?

-I don't know, maybe.

-Attractive wife.

-Yeah, very.

I had him down as a confirmed
bachelor, too.

Well, are we going to go and
see Mr. Pretty about his--

Proposition?

-Oh, I don't know.

What do you think?

-We might as well.

Don't feel much like work
with all this going on.

-Terrible accident.

Terrible.

-Uh-- well I'm afraid the police
think there's rather

More to it than that.

-What?

-Yes.

As

-They think somebody--

You see?

This place never used
to be like that--

Murder, robbery, car crashes.

What was it you wanted
to see us about?

-What?

Oh, yes, yes, right.

Now, I won't beat
about the bush.

That's not my style.

This garden needs work.

-But it looks amazing.

-No, no, no, no, no no.

No, no.

Needed a lot of work.

I mean, these strelitzias--

They're taking all the
water look, look,

Ruining the box hedge.

This cordyline needs
replacing.

The pond--

That needs replanting.

I think I might quite like
another water feature--

Possibly a pergola leading
from the house--

Statuary, even.

Yes, lots of work.

-And uh, you'd want us
to design it, too?

-Of course, of course--

Design, execute, the
whole thing.

Money--

No object.

I'm not one to skimp things.

-Right, great.

Um, just as soon as we
finish next door--

-Ah, well, that's the
thing, you see.

I need it doing right away.

-Oh, no.

That's not possible, I'm afraid.
-No, we're committed to Dorothy.

-Oh, come on.

Do you have a contract?

-No.

-Well.

There you are, then.

-But--

That's not the point.

-Look.

When I said that money was no
object, that wasn't just idle Talk.

-I'm sorry, Mr. Pretty.

I just cannot let down
an old friend.

Sorry.

-Let her down?

Let her down?

She's letting us all down,
encouraging yobs and layabouts

to charge around the
neighborhood!

-According to the original plan,
these beds were full of

I can't get over the nerve of
the man, trying to use us

to stop Dorothy getting
the gardens opened.

-Now look, Laura.

There's one or two left, and
they're pretty scrubby.

Needs a lot more sand,
at least 50-50.

Oh, it's
going to be so beautiful.

It's a positive riot beneath
all the scrub and weeds.

Right.

Now, let's work out
how many we need.

-This is awful.

Where's Dorothy?

-She's still in town
with the police.

She had to
go in to make a statement.

-It was just an accident,
wasn't it?

-Well, they're not
entirely sure.

-But that's preposterous.

No that I can pretend
to be sorry.

"De mortuis," et cetera,
but uh--

wasn't a good marriage.

Two only children never
cohabit easily.

-We've just got back.

Dorothy's very upset.

-I had a phone call
last night.

Well, you were there.

Anonymous.

Anyway, he said uh--

He s-- said that Casper wasn't
in switzerland were he was

supposed to be.

He was in italy with
his mistress.

-It wasn't the first call
Dorothy had had from the man.

-No, but it was the first time
he'd given me specific information.

-Did he tell you the
name of the woman?

-Well th--

Well that doesn't matter.

No, the--

the point is, I completely
lost it.

I mean, relations between me
and Casper haven't been all

that wonderful for years.

But--

anyway, I--

I thought I'd confront him.

Oh, no, I--

I don't know what I thought.

-So what did you do?

-Well the man ever so
thoughtfully gave me the name

of a small hotel in Genoa.

So that's where I went.

Except that the hotel
didn't exist.

-So you didn't, um--

-Well, I thought he might have
given me the wrong address.

So i--

I drove around like a
maniac for hours.

I thought I might see Casper's
car parked somewhere.

Anyway, eventually I gave up.

-This phone call could
have been just to get

you out of the house.

We'll never know
now, will we--

with Casper gone?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I--

I--

I just can't get used
to the idea.

-Bye, Quentin.

-So, where did you
spend the night?

-I started to drive back, but
I was in such a state.

I was exhausted, somehow.

I had been furiously
angry, but--

anyway, I booked into a hotel.

I've got the receipt
and everything.

-Well that puts you in the
clear then, doesn't it?

-No.

No, they've worked out that I
could've driven there and back

in time for the--

Yes.

What do you want?

-I want to talk to you.

-I don't think there's anything
to say, do you?

-Oh, I think there is.

I think we might come to
some understanding.

Come over to the house
for five minutes.

-All right.

-Now, this is called the
camellia garden.

-I'd never have guessed.

-Oh, look.

There's a little
house up there.

Probably their idea
of a garden shed.

There's some things inside.

-Things?

Window's a bit dirty.

Looks like furniture.

-It looks like someone's
living there.

-What do you think
you're doing?

Hello, Nick.

It's Nick, isn't it?

-What are you doing?

-Well, we-- we-- we--
we're, uh--

-Listen.

This is where I live.

-Oh, it's lovely.

-I pay rent for it.

-Yes, that's fine.

-And I don't want any old tarts
poking about in it,

thank you very much.

-Well, we're not actually--

I mean--

-No, no, no--

-So just clear off out of it.

-Fine.

We're going.
- Come along.

-Go on.

-Ok.

-Bye.

-He's no relation
of Dorothy's.

-She says he is.

That's 9.65.

-To the magnolia delavayi?

-That's right, you old tart.

-Not so much of the old.

Mind you, at his age, anyone
over 30 looks old.

I remember when I was only 33,
Matthew accused me of holding back

the march of a new,
progressive society because I

asked him to clear
up his room.

-Can we get the distance
from that laurel

Just to cross check.

And there should be some
salvia here, somewhere.

-What do they look like?

-Uh, sage.

Purple flowers.

No wait a minute.

No, it's one I don't
know-- cinnabarina.

Well they're either
purple or red.

-All right, I don't see any.

Uh, oh no.

What's that?

-No, it's unlikely to be salvia
underneath the laurel.

-Oh, no, no.

It's litter.

Ooh, just a minute.

There's something in it.

-What?

-It is.

It is--

It's-- it's the silver
whatsit thing.

Look.

It's a beauty.

Whoever stole it must have dropped
it as they made their getaway.

-Dropped it there?

No.

Stashed it, more likely, so they
could pick it up later.

-We should put it back.

The police will want to see
it "in situ," won't they?

-Mm.

All right.

-Come in.

-Dorothy.

Great news.

-We think whoever stole it
must've hidden it there to

collect later.

-It's not there.

-It must be there.

-Are you sure this
is right place?

-Yes.

-This all looks very similar.

-No, no.

This is the right
place, isn't it?

Right there, underneath
the laurel.

-Very odd.

-They must've come to retrieve
it in the-- what, five minutes

That we were up at the house?

-He doesn't have an interest
antique silver, I suppose?

-James Pretty doesn't have an interest
in anything except James Pretty.

He's a horrible little man.

-Oh, merci.

They don't really suspect
you, do they?

I mean, they didn't arrest
you, did they?

-I don't know anything
anymore.

-I wonder if, um, Agathe knows about
the, um, "Martyrs Framboises."

-What?

-The raspberry "martyrs,"
the little cakes.

I mean, she'd know the
shops around here.

-Well why don't you ask her?

-Your french is better
than mine.

-Laura.

There are more important
things at

stake here than cakes.

-I was trying to raise
the mood a little.

-We should've told the policemen
we found the silver thing.

-But we'd look such idiots.

I mean, we found it, then
we lost it again?

-I don't know.

I don't know what good it
would do to tell them.

-Excuse me just a moment.

-Looks like more trouble.

-Sandy's wife, Fiona!

-You didn't want Casper, and you
couldn't bear anyone else

to have him, could you?

-How dare you show
your face here?

You little tart!

-Bloody hell.

-I'm sorry, Quentin, to impose
on you like this.

But I can't stay in that
house, I can't.

-You're more than welcome
here, my love.

-No, Quentin, there's just
too many memories there.

And mad women coming
to the door.

-The spare room is always
at your disposal.

-They certainly lead interesting
lives out here, don't they?

-There she is now.

-Who?

-Fiona, with Sandy.

Seems to be going
off somewhere.

-And is taking a
lot of luggage.

-Mm.

Ah, monsieur.

-Pardon?

-Uh, no, no.

Merci.

Ah, he's seen us.

-Don't mention about
Fiona coming to the

House, for god's sake.

-I'm not an idiot.

Hello, Sandy.

Do you want to join us?

Hello.

-Hi.

Fiona off filming again?

-No.

No, she's gone.

-Gone?

-We split up.

I--

I am sorry.

-It's been coming for
a while, I suppose.

She's going to Paris.

-Well, that's lovely.

Well, I mean--

-Do you mind if we talk
about something else?

-Um, uh-- we found the
silver centerpiece.

-Yes.

-You found it?

-Ha.

-And then it disappeared
again.

-I'm sure it was it.

It had these two classical
ladies on either side.

And about this big.

-And it had all these curly
things all around the edge.

It looked like it was meant
to support something.

-You should ask Quentin
Glazer, not me.

He's the expert.

-Is he?

-Oh, yes.

He's got quite a collection
himself.

-Well the thing is we didn't
tell the police because it

disappeared, and I--

Well, what do you think
we should do?

-Oh, ducky.

I don't know.

-It's nice to get an-- an
informed, legal opinion.

-You think he knows about
Fiona and Casper?

-I don't know.

-Well, perhaps that's
why she's leaving.

-There he is.

-Who?

-Nick.

There, look by the cash
machine-- by the bank.

Hang on.

I've got an idea.

-Oh, hello, Nick.

How nice to see you again.

I was only saying to Dorothy
earlier, um, I hope we have

a chance to meet, a bit of a chat,
and perhaps have a look

at some of your paintings.

Ah, well.

I must be off.

Uh, hope to meet again soon.

-I thought if I could just get
a glimpse of his bank card it

would have his surname on it.

-And didn't it?

-No, it said huber.

-Dorothy's married name?

-Yes.

-Of course!

I'm so silly.

He must be Casper's nephew.

Laura.

-Now, those are a bit like
them, but they're Strawberries.

-Did you hear what I said?

Nick must be Casper's nephew.

-No, he can't be.

Don't you remember?

Quentin said Casper was
an only child, too.

-Oh well--

Perhaps he's stolen the
card or something.

-No, he hasn't stolen it.

He's blackmailing her.

-What?

-Suppose you wanted to pay
someone regular amounts of

money, covertly.

What do you do?

-I don't know.

I have enough problem paying
anyone overtly.

-No, this is what you do.

You give them a bank card in
your name, so they can take

cash out of machines up
to your set limit.

-Oh, that's very clever.

-What's his angle?

What's Dorothy done
to be blackmailed?

-I can't imagine.

-Well anyway, there's nothing
we can do about it.

-Let's go get on
with some work.

-Oh, hi.

-Hello, Quentin.

What are you doing here?

Is Dorothy all right?

-Oh, she's fine,
yes, yes, yes.

I was uh--

I was just seeing how
you're going on.

-We're doing well.

-Well it's looking very
good, I must say.

-Well, we're only taking
lists of plants.

-Quite.

Still, um--

Now it's essential we keep
the opening day.

Well I'll just, um--

See you.

-Bye.

-One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.

Right.

Eight cypresses.

-Eight cypresses.

No, there should be 10 according
to this plan.

Oh, well.

They must have lost
two sometime.

Right.

That's this lot.

Let's get on with the next.

Ooh, what's that?

-What?

-Looks like a bit of iron.

-No, don't touch it!

-Why not?

-Isn't that blood on it?

Well it looks like blood,
and I think hair.

-Now you have the
murder weapon.

-No, no.

This is not the weapon that
killed Mr. Huber.

-What?

-Well, the hair on it is dark.

Casper huber had grey hair.

Also, this blood seems
quite fresh.

So the question is,
who's blood is it?

-I know what that word means.

-James Pretty.

-Stone cold more.

- I don't
understand it,

I just don't understand it.

-Poor James.

-I'm surprised the inspector
hasn't been in touch.

Mr. Pretty was your neighbor
after all.

-Well they wouldn't tell me
anything, would they?

I mean, I'm still their
main suspect.

-The two murders can't
be connected.

I mean, wh-- what is
the connection?

-Well, perhaps there
isn't one.

-Well with James, the police
don't seem to have much to go on.

-But with Casper's, all they've
got to do is wait.

Whenever the culprit tries to
sell the silver, they pounce.

-You still think that
is the motive?

-Oh, yes, yes.

He knew what he was doing.

He's done a most handsome
piece--

Louis de Lacourt, from
the 1823 exhibition.

-Oh, of course.

You're a collector,
too, aren't you?

-Oh, I've--

I've got one or two
little pieces.

Nothing as, um, grand
as Casper's.

-Oh, is my computer
still in the back?

-Uh, I imagine so.

-I can't wait to get
back to the plants.

-Not so fast.

-What?

-Look.

Nick's car.

Under the seat.

It's the bag with the
stolen silver.

-It's only a supermarket bag.

-But why would Nick hide it
under the seat of his car?

-There must be thousands
of them.

Anyway, you said he was
blackmailing Dorothy, not

Stealing silv--

-He's packed and ready to go.

-Hurry up, for goodness sake.

-You can't hurry these things.

-He's coming, he's coming.

-Go on.

Run for it!

-Yes.

-Where were you?

I thought he'd got you.

-No.

We got him.

-What?

What's this?

Oh, a birth certificate.

-Nicholas Jeffries.

Nick!

"Mother--

Dorothy."

-Dorothy.

Dorothy Olivia Jeffries.

That's Dorothy's maiden name.

He's ... her son -right.

-"Father-- Unknown."

There he is.

He's making his getaway.

Come on.

-Why?

Why would he be blackmailing
Dorothy?

-Maybe Casper didn't know
about her youthful

indiscretion and she was
frightened he'd find out.

-Well that's a bit
old-fashioned, isn't it?

-Well you'd be surprised
how old-fashioned

some people can be.

The--

The registration number
is eight, five, two,

One, x, h, zero, six.

Thank you, inspector.

Yes, yes.

-Well, I'm picking
up the lingo.

Give me some skin.

-Right.

Now get me the distance
from the acacia to the

Carob by the fence--

the one with the camellia
climbing up it.

-That's 5.35.

Right?

5.35.

What is it?

-We've got the wrong man.

-Wha--

What-- what do you mean?

-Casper and James Pretty did
have one thing in common.

-What?

-Neither of them wanted
to open these

gardens to the public.

-Well that's true.

-And who wanted to open the
gardens to the public?

Quentin.

I realized when I looked
at the fence.

I think the weapon that killed
James Pretty was a bit of

fence post from Quentin's garden
where he was having it mended.

-And-- and Quentin was here.

We saw him just before
they found the body.

-And we've left Dorothy
with him.

-Goodness.

-Dorothy?

Where's Dorothy?

-You won't get away, Quentin.

-We know you killed Casper.

And James Pretty.

-I see.

-It was so stupid of you to use
your own fence post to Kill James.

-Yes.

Yes, that was stupid.

-You killed Casper because
you wanted Dorothy.

-Yes.

She's everything I've
always wanted.

I love her.

I'm not ashamed of
what I've done.

I'll take my punishment.

-You've been reading too many
of your own books, Quentin.

-Dorothy.

-Oh, come on.

It'd be silly to end your life
with a melodramatic gesture--

sacrificing yourself for
the woman you love.

How victorian of you.

No, Quentin didn't
kill Casper.

I did.

-Nick will know.

That police will have picked
him up by now.

He'll tell them everything.

-Oh, yes.

Nick will never keep quiet.

Why should he?

Now when he found me, tracked
me down, he understood the

situation immediately.

But I hadn't told Casper
about him.

He bled me white.

I stole the stupid centerpiece
to pay him off, once and for all.

Casper came back early
and caught me.

He fell.

I--

I--

I--

I--

Pushed him.

It was just an accident.

-And James Pretty?

You can't claim that wasn't
premeditated.

You had to take a piece of
fence post with you.

-Yes.

James Pretty saw me come
back that night.

But later when he asked to talk
to me, I thought he'd seen sense

about opening the gardens,

but quite the opposite.

What he said was he'd keep quiet
about seeing me that

Night if I gave up
the whole idea.

I can't say it was an accident,
killing him.

Nasty little man.

-Oh, to hell with that.

You two, back off.

Get into the car.

We can get to my boat
in 10 minutes.

Stay where you are!

-So Nick did tell the
police everything.

-Oh, Dorothy, I'm so sorry.

-Where have you been?

-I found them.

-Found what?

-The "framboise martyrs." In the
little shop down the road.

Only it's nothing to
do with martyrs.

It's "framboise marthes," like
in "martha," only in french.

Suppose she invented them.

Do you want to try one?

-No, thanks.

It's

-Oh, go on.

They're wonderful.

I bought six.

-Mm, all right.

You need a spoon for this.

-That's half the fun.

I had two in the shop.

What do you think?

Good, eh?

It's all right.

-Wha--?

-Oh, there's Agathe.

Here, hold this.

Bonjour, Agathe.

-Bonjour.

-We just wanted to say,
goodbye and thank you.

-Now, this is all the ***

That ***

Have done so far.

What's "so far" in french?

-Ooh, don't ask me.

Oh, well anyway.

Perhaps--

Um, someone--

Will ***

All the ***

That ***

Have ***

So far.

Right?

Thank you.

-Au revoir.

-That went down quite well,
don't you think?

-Yeah, it's amazing how quickly
you can learn a

language if you have to
speak it every day.

-It's the only way to learn,
that's what I always say.

Have you got my martha?

-I--

I ate it.

-I only had one bite.

-Yeah, but I thought you
didn't like them.

-Oh, they grow on you.

-Oh, well go on.

I suppose you can have
another one.

I think we should get some
more for the journey.

Better hurry.

There weren't many
in the shop.