Rosemary & Thyme (2003–2006): Season 3, Episode 5 - Three Legs Good - full transcript

-Oy.

I just planted those.

-Exactly.

-What do you mean exactly?

-Well, these objects have
invaded her territory.

She must investigate
immediately.

-And dig them up?

-Well, that depends.

Her name is Holly.

And I am Pavel Volkar.

-I'm Laura Thyme.



But I would really rather
that Holly didn't dig

up my purple petunias.

-But it is for her an
imperative you see.

A person has suddenly put these
objects in her ground.

Perhaps, they are concealing
a bone.

-Well, be that as
it may, mr. Um--

-Volkar.

-Volkar.

I would still rather that your
dog didn't dig up the things

I've just planted.

Rosemary Boxer (offscreen):
Laura.

-Come on, Holly.

There's a good girl.

-How many curry plants did
we plant yesterday?



-Uh, eight.

This is mr. Vol--

Volkar.

-Volkar.

Please, I will give
you my card so

that you do not forget.

-Oh.

Mr. Volkar's dog is intent
on digging up our plants.

-Oh.

Isn't she sweet.

She's only got three legs.

-Yes, alas this is true.

She was involved in an accident
some years ago.

-Oh, poor little thing.

-Do you mind if I take
your photograph?

-Oh no, no, no, please.

-But I wanted one with you
and the little dog.

-You like dogs?

-Um no, I actually I--

I like hate them.

This is for my degree
exhibition.

Mornings in Regent's park.

I'm studying photography at
the center of London.

-When's the exhibition?

-Um, it's at the end
of the summer term.

But my idea about it
keeps changing.

At the start, I wanted to be,
you know, kind a like casual.

People caught off guard,
doing odd things.

But I know, you know, there's
something really like

Victorian about Regent's park.

-We're trying to make it
even more Victorian.

-Yes, we're recreating William
Nesfield's original 1860s

planting, very formal,
very italianate.

-And we really must get on.

-Yes, sorry.

-That's ok.

-Good luck with the
exhibition.

-Thank you.

-Right.

So we can stuck all
these along here.

What was that you were saying
about curry plants?

-Somebody's pinching them.

-What?

-There are only six left.

-The bloody nerve.

Can we help you?

-I was just admiring
your planting.

-Oh yes.

-I run here every morning.

-Ah, with a rucksack?

-I like to make things
difficult for myself.

Well, back to the grind.

-You're, uh, interested
in plants then?

-You could say that.

Good morning.

-I'd like to have a look
in that rucksack.

I mean that's not
normal, is it?

Running with a rucksack.

-Oh, I don't know.

Look at this.

Only six of the Helichrysum
Italicum.

-Bloody nerve.

You wouldn't expect it in
a Royal park, would you?

-Georgie.

George.

-They've taken them
symmetrically,

hoping we won't notice.

-Excuse me.

You haven't seen a little
boy, have you?

He has fair hair and a
pale blue t-shirt.

-Uh, afraid not.

-He just ran off.

He's always running off.

-We'll keep an eye
open for him.

-There he is.

George!

-Come on.

I want a cup of tea.

-Georgie.

[Camera clicking]

-Hey, clear off.

Clear off.

Go on.

Leave a man alone.

I'll smash your bloody camera.

-Come along, George.

[Camera clicking]

-Let's go and look
at the fountain.

-Don't you want your picture
in my exhibition, Ollie?

-No, I do not.

Now, I said go away.

[Camera click]

-Apart from all the
extra work, it's

expensive replacing them.

-Is it all right
if we sit here?

Thanks.

-We're going to have
to report this.

-I'm not doing any harm.

I've just sat here.

What harm am I doing to you?

-Oh no.

No.

We didn't mean you.

-Who are you talking
about then?

-Nobody.

Well, somebody's stealing
our plants.

We're doing the replanting here,
and somebody's stealing

our plants.

-Oh, they do that round here.

Look at the houses.

How do you think they got
where they are today?

-Well, I don't--

-And tight.

They would not part with a 10
pence piece, most of them.

That's how they do it.

What's your name?

-My name, Rosemary.

-Oh, very nice.

-Thank you.

This is Laura.

-And what's yours?

-Mine.

Hibby, if you must know.

-Hibby.

-Hibby.

Do you want a fig?

-Hello, mum.

Hello, Rosemary.

-Hello, Helena.

-Oh, mum, we talked
about this.

-We got enough eggshell.

-I said I didn't want
the house decorated.

-No, you didn't.

-Oh Helena, it's the least we
can to pay for our board and

lodging.

-It isn't a hotel.

I don't need paying.

-Anyway, you didn't say you
didn't want the room

decorating.

What you said was we'll see.

-Yeah, that was a polite way
of ending the conversation.

-Helena, I'm just going out.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-This is Sherry Patterson.

She's been away for a few days,
which is why you haven't

met.

-No, we have.

-We met in the park.

I'm Helena's mother.

-I'm Rosemary.

-Will you be back to eat?

-Um, no, shouldn't think so.

But hey, I guess I'll, uh,
I'll catch you later.

-What a coincidence.

-No, not really.

She stayed on at college
after I left.

Rents the room on
the top floor.

As a matter of fact, I suggested
her park project.

Thought it would do her good
to get out in the open air.

How's it going over
in the park?

-Oh fine.

Except someone's stealing
our plants.

-Well, that's not good.

-But we have a suspect.

-Trust you, mom.

-George.

Georgie.

[Barking]

-Your little pal's
talking to you.

-The gardener's friend.

Oh, do put a sock
in it, Holly.

-Laura, get her lead.

-I don't want her.

She has no respect
for our work.

-Really.

Come here.

-Holly.

Where's mr. Volkar?

Well, she wants to show
me something.

-Oh, have a nice walk.

-Oh my god.

-Oh.

-He's dead.

-I told you that dog
was trouble.

-It's a bloody disgrace, if
you'll pardon my French, what

this park's turning into.

You've had plants go
missing I heard.

-Well, that hardly compares
with cold blooded murder.

-[Inaudible] one thing
leads to another.

It's like dodge city round
here sometimes.

Well, uh, can't sit around
here all day.

I'll keep my eyes
open for you.

Policewoman (offscreen):
mrs. Thyme.

-Yes.

-DS Daniels would like a word.

-Thank you.

-That mr. Volkar.

He brought it on himself,
didn't he?

-How did he bring
it on himself?

-That yapping little
tripod of his.

-Oh.

She's a lovely little dog.

-What goes around,
comes around.

-I saw you talking
to that fella.

You know that gardening fella
on that bloody mower.

-Yes.

-You know what his name is?

-No.

-Becker.

-Becker.

-Becker.

That sound like a German
sort of name to you?

-Uh.

No, I don't see--

-well, what is it with those
strange goggle things?

-Well, because of the--

-He wants to see you now?

-Oh, ok.

Here you go.

Here we are.

-Well, thank you.

-Did mr. Volkar seem anxious
at all, frightened?

-No.

He just seemed a
very nice man.

He was very charming.

-Someone didn't think so.

Did you see anyone behaving
unusually this morning?

I'm wondering, you see, if
one of his patients.

Him being a psychiatrist.

-Oh, I didn't know that.

-We're also wondering why
no one heard the shot.

[Lawn mower rumbling]

-Yeah, I see what you mean.

-142, 144.

It's just a bit further.

Ollie and I were having
a chat earlier.

-Ollie?

-Yes, you know, the
old down and out.

-Oh, he caught you
too, did he.

-He's not so bad,
poor old thing.

Yeah, he used to be in the
property business apparently.

Had a house in st. John's
wood, maserati.

Ruined by love he said.

-Ruined by meth's more likely.

Oh, here we are.

-Right, Pavel Volkar.

-Poor mr. Volkar.

You're not safe on the streets
nowadays, are you?

-No.

Well, we've brought
the dog back.

-Mr. Allbright's gone
for the day now.

-Who's mr. Allbright?

-The hip man.

-The hit man.

-Hip.

-What's mr. Allbright
got to do with it?

-Well, it's his dog.

-Oh, not mr. Volkar's.

-Oh no, mr. Volkar just walked
Holly for mr. Allbright.

That's the sort of man he was.

Now he's got policemen
up in his room.

-They're up there now?

-Yes.

He'd have hated this,
mr. Volkar.

He's a very secretive man.

-Secretive.

-Well, discrete I suppose
about his patients.

It's a tragedy.

That's what it is.

After the life's he's had too.

Apparently, he came over with
his mother and sister after

that uprising or whatever
it was in Hungary.

His father had been shot.

His sister died of leukemia
when he was about 10.

Or was that his wife?

-Could we leave Holly
with you?

-Oh no, dear.

I haven't got the
accommodation.

-Oh, you couldn't look
after her, could you?

Mr. Allbright will be
back on Thursday.

-I'm wondering if there's
something

Political going on here.

Political refugee,
father shot.

-Well, that would have
to be 50 years ago.

He'd have been a baby.

-Yeah.

You know what they're
like out there.

-Well, what are we going to do
with little Holly that's what

I want to know.

-Hello.

-We're in the kitchen.

Hiya, mum.

Hi, Rosemary.

Been having a bit of excitement
in the park I hear.

-Oh yes, it was awful.

Really awful.

-Um, what are you doing
with that dog?

-She's mr. Volkar's.

-I know it's a nuisance, but
we'll have to keep her here

for a day or two.

-Volkar.

Well, who's mr. Volkar?

-He's the man who was shot.

-In broad daylight.

-Look, Helena.

I'm really sorry, but I
can't stay in here.

I'm terribly allergic to dogs.

I can feel my throat
starting to swell.

I'm just going to take
an antihistamine.

-Oh dear.

-Sorry, Helena.

-Holly's an expert on the
planting in Regent's park.

We discovered there was only
one original of Nesfield's

drawings, and that was in the
public records office.

That wasn't very detailed.

Some of the plants
weren't named.

-You don't have to
do this you know.

-Well, I can't just sit here
and watch you two work.

Not like Holly.

She's the foreman.

-Well, you didn't even
want us to do it.

-Well, it's not that I
don't want it done.

It's just six months time
I'll just hand it

on to somebody else.

-I will not have my daughter
living in squalor.

-Does Sherry have parents
who don't want

her living in squalor?

-No.

No, it's sort of
tragic really.

Her parents are both dead.

Her father only died
about a year ago.

She's been really
down ever since.

-She seems like a nice girl.

-Oh, she is.

-Oh.

I'm really getting
fed up with this.

-I think we should
call the police.

-Oh, they ain't going
to be interested

just in a few flowers.

They've got a murder
on their hands.

-Two of those lovely Salvia
Superba have gone.

-And all the Zinnia.

Oh, why can't you be
a bloodhound, eh?

-Ah well, let's go and
have some lunch.

-No, I'm too upset.

-I've got you some
scotch eggs.

-You haven't.

-Cornish pasties.

-All right.

You've forced my hand.

I'll be upset after lunch.

-Oh.

Look.

-What?

-Ollie's bag.

You could get a couple of
curry plants in that.

Go have a look.

-Get out of here.

We don't even know
where he is.

-Oh, go on.

I'll keep Cavey.

-No.

You look if you want.

-Here.

-Oh, hello, Ollie.

-What are you doing in my bag?

-I--

I was just sitting down
and having lunch.

Weren't we, Laura?

-Lunch.

Very likely.

-We've got um--

Cornish pasties.

-People getting murdered.

Plants going missing.

It's that black woman you want
to go after if I were you.

-The nanny?

-Nanny, oh sure.

I had a nanny once.

-You did?

-Three children.

All growed up now, I suppose.

I didn't know I was
well off, did i?

Wife, children, house.

Then she came along.

-Have another scotch egg.

-Now, you're talking.

Rosemary Boxer (offscreen):
So who was she?

-Most beautiful creature
you'd ever see.

Elegant.

Like a gazelle I used to say.

Little gazelle.

So what happened?

-Ah, we couldn't
help ourselves.

Could we?

-It was a terrible thing
I did, but--

left the wife.

Left the kids.

She left her husband.

She had the most beautiful name,
Hibiscus de la wall.

-That is unusual.

-Got a little flat in Chelsea.

-It's like--

I mean, well, it couldn't
last of course.

She felt guilty.

I felt guilty.

Ended up so we're fighting
over who was most guilty.

-So what did you do?

-She went back to her husband.

-Did you go back to your wife?

-She wouldn't have me.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

-Don't blame her.

She married some heating
ventilation expert.

Went to live in Dubai.

-What about Hibiscus?

Did you see her again?

-No.

Not hide nor hair.

20 Years ago this was.

I can still see her though,
walking up the King's road.

She was crying I think.

I know I was.

-I saw this, and I just knew.

-What is it?

-It's a light.

Look.

You can bend it into
any shape you want.

-Mum.

It's horrible.

-What do you mean
it's horrible?

I got it in that new shop in
Camden town, the one with the

silver front.

Helena (offscreen):
[inaudible].

Laura Thyme (offscreen):
You are so ungrateful.

Helena (offscreen): I'm
not ungrateful, mum.

It's just that--

Laura Thyme (offscreen): You
always have to have everything

your way.

-Families, eh, Holly.

Laura Thyme (offscreen): During
school, you had to have

everything just the
way you want.

Rosemary Boxer (offscreen):
Come on.

Let's face the maelstrom.

-Rosemary.

Come here.

Tell her.

It's nice, isn't it?

-Oh, it's lovely.

It's all right.

You can come in now.

I think they've stopped
arguing.

-I say.

She's getting sensitive
now, is she.

-She's just had her best friend,
mr. Volkar, murdered.

I've just had a thought.

-Oh, not you too.

-About Sherry and
her photographs.

-Is she in tonight?

-I think she's in now.

[Knocking]

Rosemary Boxer (offscreen):
Sherry.

Hello.

It's Rosemary.

-Come in.

Hi.

-Wow.

Oh wow.

I was wondering, uh, you know
the photographs you're taking

for your exhibition in
the park, have you

any prints of them?

-Sure.

-Because I was thinking that
you might have by accident

taken a picture of whoever
is stealing our plants.

-There's Ollie, ruined
by love.

Helena (offscreen): Oh, is
that what he calls it?

-And there's the man with
the suspicious rucksack.

-Here's young George.

-And what about plants
in his [inaudible].

Oh, it's silly.

Why didn't she photograph
anything suspicious?

-They're very good
photographs.

-She's really talented.

She's had a lot of
problems too.

You know her father
committed suicide.

Yeah, his wife died in
a terrible car crash

about five years ago.

And the car crash was how
he found out she'd

been having an affair.

It was her lover's
car she was in.

Sherry's father just
never got over it.

But Sherry only found out about
it after her father

killed himself.

-Oh god, that's awful.

-That's the nanny.

-What is she doing?

What's that she's
got in her hand?

-It's a spoon.

What's she doing on her knees in
the middle of Regent's park

with a spoon?

-Well, feeding the
child I presume.

-Well, where's the child?

-Anyway, it's a bloody
great table spoon.

She's been digging.

[Doorbell]

-Oh hello.

-We brought Holly back again.

-Oh yes, of course, you're
in luck this morning.

Mr. Allbright's in.

-Oh, you've got Holly.

Bring her in.

Mr. Allbright's with a patient
at the moment.

-Oh, that's all right.

We'll wait.

-Come back, and let me have a
look at you in three months.

And keep up with
the exercises.

-Mr. Allbright, these ladies
have brought back Holly.

-Oh, I see.

How kind of you.

Come inside for a minute.

Come on, Holly.

Good girl.

Poor Pavel, after all he'd
been through in life.

Did you know him well?

-No.

Not really.

-Can't think who would
want to kill him.

He didn't have any enemies.

Don't know that he had
any friends even.

He was the most solitary
man I've ever met.

-Bye, darling.

Um, he had no family?

-No.

His wife died about
10 years ago.

They didn't have any children.

-Why did mr. Volkar walk
your dog for you?

-I'm usually operating in the
mornings, so he very kindly

volunteered.

I'm back early today, because
I had a cancellation.

-You don't think it's possible
that one of his patients might

have--

-murdered him?

No.

I don't think he ever dealt
with any real psychotics.

-Good morning.

-Oh hi.

-Having trouble?

-No, the usual.

The fuel line gets blocked
about three times a day.

You caught your plant
pincher yet?

-No.

But we've got some ideas.

-Oh good.

Now, they're quality plants
you're using.

That's the attraction.

-Oh, you interested in plants?

-Me.

No, no.

My partner deals
with all that.

Now, her idea of a good
time is to curl up

with a new seed catalog.

See you later.

-It's difficult because there's
no reference point.

It's not as if there's an urn in
the picture or a fountain.

-Hello again.

-Good morning.

How's the planting going?

-Oh.

Pretty good.

We're putting in some
coreopsis today.

-Tinctoria?

-No.

Too tall.

Too straggly.

Verticillatum.

-Oh, Tinctoria has nicer
colors though.

-You seem to know
a lot about it.

-A bit.

Jarvis Edwards.

I teach plant evolution
at the university.

-No.

You wrote "the evolution
of flowers."

-That's right.

Have you read it?

-Read it.

I use it all the time
as reference.

-Glad to have been of service.

Well, onwards and upwards.

-It's that child.

But where is his nanny got to?

-Uh, she must be over
there somewhere.

-Come on.

Time for a confrontation.

-Good morning.

-Oh, good morning.

-We'd like to ask you
some questions.

-Questions?

Gardeners don't ask questions.

-What were you doing
with this spoon?

-Oh god.

Oh god.

-What's your name?

-My name is Grace Oluwu.

I cast myself at your mercy.

-Well, we just want you
to stop doing it.

Ok.

-Me also.

I wanted to stop.

Me also.

I have done nothing wrong.

He has made me do it.

-Who?

-Him.

He says he will tell immigration
about me.

-Who are we talking about?

Why is he blackmailing you?

-I don't know.

He only telephones.

-Why does he want you
to steal our plants?

-Plants?

-Yeah.

What does he want
with our plants?

-I not steal plants.

George.

George.

-Hang on.

Hang on.

So what does this man who just
telephones make you do then?

-Jewelry.

He tells me I must steal
jewelry from

my mistress's box.

She's very rich, very famous.

-Famous?

Who is she?

-An opera singer, Daniella
Williams.

One piece at a time, he
tells me I must steal.

Oh, I'm driven mad.

-Go on.

-He's so cruel, so cold.

He says he will tell immigration
about me if I-- if

I go to someone.

If I go to my mistress,
he will tell also.

Beautiful jewels she has.

-And he makes you give
them to him.

-I show you.

-Is that real?

-Oh, yes.

-And you have to give
that to him?

-Oh, no.

I have to bury it before I
take George on his lunch.

-So Grace leaves the park at
12:45, having buried the

jewelry.

-He comes in after her
and digs it up again.

So obviously, she
doesn't see him.

-Nice work.

-Only today, we'll
be watching.

-You got a light.

Either of you?

-Hello, Hibby.

-No.

Sorry.

We don't smoke.

I don't neither.

Not normally.

Someone left these on
the bench though.

Waste not, want not.

That's what I say.

-I wonder if he knows
this opera

singer Daniella what's-it.

-I don't know.

It's like he knows all
about Grace though.

-Right.

It's gone 12:45.

Let's find out.

If we just stay out
of sight and wait.

-Wait.

-What?

-It can't be.

-What do you--

-Hibby, is your real
name Hibiscus?

-It might be.

[Bicycle bell]

-Come this way.

-[Inaudible]?

-Yes, if you want to.

[Bicycle bell]

-(Whispering) Anyone
coming yet?

-Oh.

Our little three-legged doggie
friend with mr. Allbright.

You know it's possible that
the chap we're waiting for

who's blackmailing Grace Oluwu
also killed mr. Volkar.

-How do you work that out?

-Because if mr. Volkar saw him
digging up some jewelry and

threatened to expose him--

-Not very likely.

-Ooh.

Hang on.

There's someone else.

-Professor Edwards.

I think you better
give that to me.

-So George, the little
boy, is yours.

-He doesn't know me.

Daniella left me while she
was still pregnant.

-You don't have access?

-Daniella had her lawyers
fighting a rear guard action

against that right
from the start.

That's the main reason
I come here.

At least, I can see him.

I didn't mean any harm
to the nanny.

I'd never really have
turned her in.

-You know she's terrified.

-I'm sorry.

-So how much jewelry did
you make her steal?

-Quite a lot.

-And how much did
you get for it?

-Get for it?

I haven't sold it.

I wouldn't do that.

-Well, then--

-it wasn't just to
hurt Daniella.

I wanted to possess
a bit of her.

-You still love her.

-Oh, don't.

-Well, do you think she
still loves you?

-No.

Not the way I've behaved.

Not a chance.

[Screaming]

[Bark]

-What's going on?

-What?

What happened?

-We heard a shot and came
to investigate.

-Mr. Albright.

[Dog growling]

-I can't believe it.

Two murders in two days.

-You know what I
can't believe.

I can't believe you let
Jarvis Edwards go.

Can't leave you for a minute.

I didn't let him go.

-What did you do?

-I told him to go to
Bond street and

Buy a pair of earrings.

-You did what?

-Yes.

And then tell her that he
borrowed the broach to match

the earrings.

Then tell her that he loved her
and he couldn't do without

her and await development.

-You're mad.

-You think so?

In affairs of the heart,
trust madame Rosemarie.

-Hello, Ollie.

-What?

-We've got someone we
want you to meet.

-I'm not all that into
meeting people.

-Oh, you will be this one.

-Hibiscus?

-Oliver?

-Do you want a fig?

-Hey.

Come back.

[Bicycle bell]

[Surprised shout]

-[Shouts in pain]

Get it off my leg!

-Is it broken?

-No.

-Good.

Then you can stay there until
the police arrive.

-Blood thief.

Well, that's one
mystery solved.

-Shall I open another bottle?

-I don't see why not.

We don't want it to go off.

Do we?

-I've got it.

-What?

-What?

-Something's been
nagging at me.

Something connecting miss
Oluwu with Allbright and

Volkar.

-But she's not a murderer.

-No.

No.

No, that's not it.

It's the fact that she didn't
know what her blackmailer

looked like.

Now, I don't think the murderer
knew what his victim

looked liked either.

-The old girl's finally
cracked.

-No, listen.

The dog is the key
to everything.

Oh lovely, thank you.

Suppose the murderer
is after Allbright.

Now, he knows his name,
and he knows the

house where he works.

And he knows that he's got a
dog, but he doesn't know what

he looks like.

So when mr. Volkar comes out of
the house where Allbright

works with Allbright's
dog, he naturally

assumes it's Allbright.

-Especially if he knows that mr.
Allbright's dog only has

three legs.

-Right.

So he kills mr. Volkar.

Then he finds out that he killed
the wrong man, and he

has to do it all over again.

-What are you doing
with those?

-Well, we have been looking to
see if Sherry photographed

whoever was pinching
our plants.

But what if she photographed
the murderer?

-Just as unlikely, I'd say.

[Couple laughing]

-Look.

It's Jarvis Edwards.

And look who he's with.

That's Daniella Williams.

-Madam Rosemarie was right.

-You know, I think you
were right too.

I'm wasting my time.

The murderer couldn't been
in these photographs.

-Oh.

Good morning.

I was here, um, the other
day with my friend.

Holly.

Hello, Holly.

Holly, Holly, Holly.

What's she doing here?

-Well, the police brought
her back.

Poor mr. Allbright.

Did you hear he, uh--

-Yes, my friend Laura
found the body.

-No.

How awful.

-I have, uh, a couple of
questions I'd like to ask you.

-Me?

-Yes.

-First.

How did Holly lose her leg?

-Oh well, in a motor accident.

-Right.

And how long ago was that?

-Ah, it must be--

well, it was just after my
nephew's 18th birthday, so

five years ago.

-Right.

[Knocking]

-What a lovely surprise.

We brought your photographs
back.

-Thanks.

You needn't have bothered.

Were they useful?

-In a way, yes, they were.

-Good, poor man.

-What poor man, Sherry?

-Well, the one that was
murdered um, mr. um,

Allbright was it?

-You didn't know him?

-Know him?

Of course not.

-That's not going to protect
you, Sherry.

Quite the opposite in fact.

The reason poor mr.Volkar was
killed was because his

murderer didn't know him.

-What do you mean?

-Revenge is an insidious
thing, Sherry.

-Is it?

I suppose it is.

I wouldn't know.

-It eats away at you until
it takes over your life.

-Look, I'm really busy.

Um.

-No, you're not, Sherry.

Not anymore.

You have been busy for the last
year since your father

killed himself.

-I actually think you
should leave.

[Growling]

-Since you found out the truth
about your mother's car crash.

-The driver was Clement
Allbright, a distinguished

orthopedic surgeon.

He wasn't badly hurt.

-His dog, Holly, was with
him, and that's how

she lost her leg.

But his lover was in the car
too, and she was killed.

That was your mother.

-My father was a
wonderful man.

And Clement Allbright drove
him to suicide.

-No, you don't.

That's it.

It's over.

-You're right.

He destroyed my family.

He destroyed me.

-No.

-Now you just stay out of it.

Do you think I'm going to break
down and sob, because

that bastard's dead?

He deserved to die.

And I just made sure he did.

-No, let her go.

-She's got a gun.

-Now the police will
be ready for that.

[Police sirens]

-Poor Sherry.

I thought she was just grieving
for her father.

-Hm.

Well, that and lost illusions
I suppose.

-Well, god.

-Oh look, are you absolutely
sure you want to keep Holly?

Because if you don't, we--

-She's such a lovely
little dog.

I'll give her a good
home, honest.

-Oh, just a minute.

You haven't seen
my new lights.

Prepare to be dazzled.

Oh no.

-What a nice girl Helena is.

-Well, she was brung
up proper.

Doesn't it look beautiful?

-I think we did all right.

At least, I don't think old
William Nesfield will be doing

twist in the family vault.

-There's Ollie.

-Where's Hibby?

-She's really let herself
go, you know.

-Madam Rosemary strikes again.

Oh, those are working well.