Rosemary & Thyme (2003–2006): Season 3, Episode 7 - Racquet Espanol - full transcript
Rosemary and Laura and Laura's son Matthew head to Spain where Matthew will participate in a tennis competition while Rosemary and Laura create a trophy garden. In the midst of their trip, a fellow tennis player is murdered leaving the gardeners with a mystery to solve.
Whee!
Here we are.
Built in 1900.
The smallest bull
ring in Spain.
Sadly, rarely used anymore.
Good.
You know what they say, mum.
Better the bull dies in the
ring than in the abattoir.
Oh, yes.
Really?
Did anyone ask the bull?
Now, that's a trial
of strength
between man and beast.
Exactly.
A contest to see who has the
greater killer instinct--
man, with his grace and
poise, or the bull,
with all its raw power.
I had a scooter
in university.
Everyone else had bikes.
But I was a Vespa girl.
I suppose you know you're all
standing in the swimming pool.
Lester wants to buy the bull
ring and build a hotel here.
Not just any hotel.
The best hotel on the
Costa del Sol.
I think it's a shame to destroy
such a charming old
place for yet another
block of concrete.
You can't stop progress,
Charlie.
But I can slow it
down a little.
That'll be, uh, Blanca
and Martina.
Come on.
Hola, Rosemary.
Are you playing tennis today?
Me?
No.
Last time I used my racquet
was 10 years ago,
for draining spaghetti.
Oh, hang on.
Mind the papers.
Poor Blanca has to do this every
day, so us poor brits
can catch up with the soaps.
I'm sure I left
it by the pool.
What's that?
Bobby's bracelet
has vanished.
Oh, it'll probably turn up.
Why is the bus called
Martina?
Because she's old, much
traveled, very game, and still
delivers a perfect service.
Killer instinct.
You might have 140 mile an hour
serve, a backhand to die
for, the footwork of Fred
Astaire and the eyes of an
eagle, but without it,
you're nothing.
Tennis is not a sport--
it's a war.
And racquets are guns that
use balls for bullets.
The winner is the player who
eyeballs his opponent and
blinks last.
Ray!
I'll be back in a minute.
Practice your killer
instincts.
And how are we supposed
to do that?
When Eva lobs up a return
to you, smash
it back at her body.
Then you'll be a killer
too, Karen.
And the presentation
area is--
right here, below this bank.
Now, you can imagine, they'll
be walking up here from the
show court, and you'll be
presenting them with their
prizes here, just like the good
old days in Wimbledon.
Except Ray did the accepting
rather than the presenting,
eh, Carino?
Well, once or twice, darling.
It's hard to picture that
with trees and flowers.
Oh, well, you leave
that to us.
By the time you hold the Pro Am
tournament, everything will
me well established
and in full bloom.
We're so excited about it.
Ray still has many friends in
the game, and they've all
promised to come.
Yours, Eva!
I'm sorry!
It's my specialty to
shot the hits.
My racquet handle goes backwards
over my head.
No damage done.
You should ask Ray to
cure you of it.
He gave up on me ages go.
10 years we've been coming
here, he still
hasn't managed it.
Still, it's not all been bad.
This is where John and I met.
Come on, Eva, let's
go, let's go.
He's taking it all
very seriously
since Ray's pep talk.
It's ok, it's ok,
it's gone now.
Where's my injector?
It's here, with your things.
I want to check it's there.
There you are.
Oh, thank god.
All right now.
What's all that about?
Charlie's scared of insects.
Well, scared of being
stung by them.
He gets-- what's the word?
Ends with an a.
Anaphylactic shock.
Yeah.
He always has to carry around
that injector thingy.
Anyway, I just stuffed
Joseph 3 love.
Fancy a drink?
I feel a big drink coming on.
No, no, it was really good.
You guys all right
for a drink?
Fine, thanks, Charlie.
Well, later, perhaps, eh?
I should get you
two together.
He's very single,
and very rich.
Blanca, have you searched around
the tennis courts yet?
Not yet, Bobby.
Well, we'll do it now.
Come on.
Bobby.
Last year, she got this
stomach bug that she
blamed on the water.
The year before, she cut her
foot on this bit of glass by
the pool and threatened
to sue.
There's always something
with Bobby.
Hey, Vespa girl.
Scooter boy!
How are you doing?
Really good.
Crossed racquets.
Very droll.
Well, I thought it was
rather appropriate.
And, um, what are these
feathery things?
And beaucarnea recurvata.
Bottle and queen palms to you.
Very glam.
You must come back when
the tournament's on.
Stars of the screen versus
Ray's stars of the court.
It's gonna be fabulous.
You check the gym again,
I'll search the course.
All right, Bobby.
Ok, so tell me who's coming.
Really?
That is impressive.
Apparently, lots of big stars
have houses out here.
Lester seems to know them all.
Very exciting.
Buenas tardes, ladies.
I must say, you're both looking
very glamorous.
We really must pick
your brains.
We're into our gardening.
Yeah, we've got about an
acre back home in Kent.
It's mostly wildflowers.
Saves weeding.
The wildflowers around here
are just wonderful.
There's one I'd really
love to find.
It's a beautiful pale blue, and
it's got five tiny petals.
Lapiedra Martinezii?
Yes.
Yes, well, that's very rare,
and very, very protected.
No Karen?
No, she's got a migraine.
She's a martyr to
her headaches.
Ah, welcome to...
Come in, come in.
This is his place?
Oh, yeah.
Got his fingers in lots of
pies, has old Lester.
Rosemary tells me
Melanie DeMarco's coming
to your tournament.
Yes, that's right.
Plus husband.
Ooh, the rock singer.
Well, no doubt he'll get out
of control again, thump a
photographer, and wreck
his hotel room.
At the very least, between
you and me, I'd be
disappointed if he didn't.
Bad behavior, good publicity.
Oh, of course.
Who's the ...?
Oh, yes.
Hola.
Ray, I got the latest costumes
for the tournament.
Can I talk to you
for a minute?
No rest for the wicked.
Hey, time for...
Yes!
Bobby, kick us off.
One.
Two.
Fizz.
Four.
Buzz.
Fizz.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine--
Perhaps you should cancel it.
No.
We'll manage somehow.
But how?
We've got to hire extra staff,
pay the professionals, for the
work in the garden, we'll
be lucky to break even.
I don't care.
And don't mention cancellation
again.
This tournament has
got to happen.
Got to.
Ok?
It's dead easy.
Any number divisible by three
is fizz, by five, buzz.
Sometimes it's both--
15, fizz buzz.
The further you get, the more
complicated it becomes.
Right, who's for a night cap?
I'm up for it.
- Mom?
- No.
Rosemary?
No, no.
Or it won't be just Karen
with a migraine.
We're here to work, remember?
Yes.
Matt.
... and the
drinking glasses.
Come on, everybody, let's get
into this pub and have a few.
I've been thinking.
We could use some gazania for
the crossed racquets.
Oh, what a lovely morning.
I'm betting there'll
be one or two
nursing sore heads today.
Help!
Help me, please!
Oh, please, come quickly!
Help!
Could you check his pulse?
I wonder what caused that.
No.
No pulse.
I'm afraid he's dead.
Broken neck.
She assumes he got up in the
night, wandered out onto the
balcony, and fell.
Oh, poor man.
He was so lovely.
Top bloke.
Gone.
I can 't believe it.
Did you mention that mark on
his hand to the officer?
She thinks he probably grazed
it when he fell.
Looked more like
a bite to me.
Oh, sorry.
Did we put you off?
No.
No, I'm done anyway.
Like a graveyard here today.
Sorry, that came out wrong.
Don't think anyone feels
much like playing
after what happened.
I had such plans
for this place.
The center of excellence,
turning good young British
players into Wimbledon
champions.
Now I'm reduced to holding
tacky pro-am tournaments.
Oh, Charlie, why did you
have to fall off
your balcony, mate?
He was more than just one of
my most loyal players.
He shared my vision, too.
That's why I made
him my partner.
It wasn't just his money.
He believed in what I was
trying to do here.
Charlie made a big investment
some years ago, in return for
which Ray gave him half
shares in the club.
We're all missing at 12:00.
What's the time now?
Uh, a few minutes to 11:00.
Can't find my watch.
Anyway, Ray was close
to going under.
There was some property
developer sniffing around.
Well, you could understand.
You could build a fair few
houses round here.
Exactly.
But Charlie's money
kept Ray going.
Right.
Can't put this off any longer.
What?
Karen's asked me to clear
out Charlie's room.
She seems to think that because
I'm a policeman, I'm
used to this sort of thing.
Should we do it for you?
No, I couldn't let you.
Oh, don't be silly.
I mean, it's understandable
that you should be upset.
He was a good friend.
We'll do it.
Thanks.
Oh, dear.
Well, that's the lot
from the bathroom.
How strange.
His auto injector--
I haven't seen it anywhere.
Hang on.
There's the jacket that
he wore last night.
No.
That's strange.
Why would he put a bottle of
water under his pillow?
He was probably pretty
dehydrated after all the booze
he put away.
Yes, but where's the lid?
It's probably in the bin.
That's still a very funny
place to put it.
Look at this.
Very distinctive.
Shoe marks can be almost as
distinctive as fingerprints.
Could be Charlie's.
Let's check.
No, not Charlie's.
Then whose?
Have you done anything about
those missing things yet?
Not yet, no.
Matthew's watch, my bracelet,
and now Eva's hair brush.
She left it by the pool,
and it walked.
Time to do something, Blanca.
Things are being stolen.
Bobby wants me to start
making inquiries.
You being the resident
copper.
I've been coming here for
10 years with this bunch.
I told her, when I'm here, I'm
a member of the tennis club,
like she is.
There's one thing, though.
There was no sign of Charlie's
auto injector.
You said he went everywhere
with it.
It wasn't on him
when he fell.
Maybe he left it somewhere.
People with Charlie's condition
don't do that.
It could be the difference
between life and death.
Suppose somebody took it.
What for?
Because that same somebody
wanted whatever it was that
made a mark on his
hand to kill him.
It was an accident.
Wasn't it?
We're not so sure about that.
You two.
You're as bad as Bobby.
I come here to get away
from police work.
You stick to the garden, and
I'll stick to the tennis, ok?
Charlie's death has come
as a huge shock.
I really still can't
quite believe it.
Oh, Karen.
If we hadn't played that silly
game, he wouldn't have gotten
so drunk, and none of
this would have--
Yes.
Yes, now, out of respect to
Charlie, I think we should cut
short our trip.
Now, I've managed to get us
on the evening flight.
I'm sure Blanca will
pop us all down to
the airport in Martina.
I'm so sorry we're late.
Please, let me.
No, no, it's fine.
Well, as I was saying, bags
packed and ready to depart by
4:00 at the latest, please.
Ok?
She seems keen to get away.
Another one of her headaches,
perhaps?
Hang on.
Look, I'm not sure Charlie
would have wanted this.
And don't beat yourself
up, Bobby.
It's not your fault that he
was crap at fizz buzz.
Charlie was always happiest
when we were all
having a good time.
I think he'd want us to stay
and enjoy ourselves.
Yeah.
I think Matt's right.
Yes.
Maybe it would be a
more fitting way
of remembering him.
We could play a knock out
tournament in his honor.
You could get a cup.
Yeah, the Charlie Gudgeon
memorial cup.
Yeah.
Great.
Why not?
Karen, what do you say?
You knew him better
than any of us.
Well, if that's what
you all want.
In that case, we stay.
Let's give Charlie a proper
sendoff, then.
Drinks on the house.
How's the migraine?
Coming back.
Karen doesn't seem too pleased
about you all staying.
I expect she's thinking about
all the rearrangements she'll
have to rearrange.
John said that she knew Charlie
better than anyone?
Yes.
Karen was Charlie's fiancee.
But you said he was
very single.
He was.
He broke it off.
Great idea about the cup.
Try to get something tasteful.
What, you want me to get it?
Thanks, mum.
No, wait, that's not
what I meant!
Matthew!
Well, whoever went
into Charlie's
room was at that meeting.
And everyone was there except
poor Charlie, so it definitely
wasn't his footprint.
What are you thinking, Laura?
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking, where the
hell am I going to
get a blooming trophy?
Right.
We can get the rest
of the plants by
the day after tomorrow.
No palms, though, he says.
Is the best place.
I've been thinking.
Not about the trophy.
No, about Charlie.
Do you remember when Matt said
that he'd broken off his
engagement with Karen?
Well, what if she'd been
plotting her revenge
all this time?
Look.
Yes, very pretty.
No, no, no, look.
In the botanic gardens.
Behind the...
It's Eva.
So it is.
What is she doing?
I don't know.
Whatever it is, she doesn't
want anyone
seeing her doing it.
Looks as if she was
burying something.
But why here?
I'm still waiting
for an answer!
Bobby, you know what
the answer is.
I'm sorry, but I can't do any
more than I already have.
I won't give up, Ray!
What was all that about?
Maybe she's asking him about
her missing bracelet.
First round of the
Charlie Gudgeon
memorial tournament, eh?
Why don't you sit
down and watch.
Would you like a drink?
Oh, yes please.
Orange?
Orange juice?
..., will you?
I don't think it's a good idea,
leaving all these lying
around with a thief about.
Why don't we put them all
together, and we can keep an
eye on them until they're
finished?
Rosemary.
What?
Is this what I think it is?
C. Gudeon?
Charlie's injector.
What are you doing?
We're just keeping an
eye on the bags.
And which one's yours, Karen?
The one you're holding.
Right.
Well, um, here you are.
Bad luck ...
Yeah.
How are you, mum?
Found a cup yet?
No, not as such.
Well, no rush.
I'm good.
I'm through the first round.
Mind you, I've got Karen next,
and she's seriously good.
Best player in the cup.
Matt. Matt.
We found Charlie's
auto injector.
Where?
Um, let's go somewhere
a bit less public.
But why would Karen take it?
Revenge, that's why.
Revenge?
For what?
Breaking off the engagement.
That was ages ago.
Revenge is a dish best
served cold, they say.
Cold, yeah, but not frozen
bloody solid.
We're talking about 15 years.
There's nothing to say that she
ever got over Charlie, or
forgave him.
Did she ever get married?
As it happens, no.
There you are.
Hell hath no fury like
a woman scorned.
Right.
So she spent 15 years plotting,
and the best she can
come up with is hiding his
adrenaline injector?
Well, that's a pretty awful
thing to do to someone with
Charlie's condition.
Fatal, in his case.
All right, let's
say she hid it.
How can she guarantee
that he'd be bitten?
And by what?
Mosquitos? Ants?
Sand flies?
I mean, they can all give
you a nasty bite.
Oh, right.
So she secretly trained
a flock of sand flies.
We think that whatever
it was that bit him
was under this bottle.
We found it underneath his
pillow, and it had no lid.
Look, I've got to prepare
myself for my game with Karen.
If I'm not right in the zone,
she'll murder me.
Good luck.
Have you seen my
little trowel?
Nope.
When did you see it last?
Well, just before we cleared
Charlie's room.
It's not worth anything.
It's an old friend.
Bugger.
30 Love.
Come on, Karen, get stuck in.
My granny could have returned
Matt's last serve, and she's
been dead 20 years.
Thanks a bunch.
Show us that killer instinct.
Yeah, all right.
I'm not trying to play badly
on purpose, you know.
How's my boy doing?
Oh, he's winning easily.
Karen's game's totally
collapsed.
I thought she was the best.
Well, she is normally.
Something must be putting
her off her game.
40 Love.
Match point, Karen.
I know!
Oh, damn!
Game, set, and match
to mr. Thyme.
So, how's the new area
coming along?
Very well.
We're just waiting for the rest
of the plants to arrive.
Yeah, we've put an order in
to the garden center in
you know it?
No, I don't think so.
Yes, it's the one next to
the botanic gardens.
We saw you there.
But I've never been there.
Oh, I thought it was you.
No.
It was someone else.
John.
It was her, wasn't it?
Definitely.
But now she's denying it.
So what was it she
was burying?
Ray!
Bobby has been giving
him a hard time.
Over the, uh, pilfering?
He has so much on his plate.
You know, when we got married,
some people said, young girl,
old man, he must be rich.
If only they knew.
He spent every last penny
he has on this club.
That's risky.
It is.
We could lose the club, and
that would be a tragedy.
Tennis gave him a good life.
He wants to give something
back to it.
We're going to need some trees
of about three meters,
and then something
a bit bigger--
say, um, five meters.
One.
Here?
Ok, thank you.
No, that's too big.
What about this one?
No, this one this is
the right size.
Good color and shape, no obvious
signs of nitrogen
deficiency, healthy l spades
of decent length.
This one will do very nicely.
Look out.
You've got a hitchhiker
on your arm.
Bloody snipping sod bit me.
I thought he was rather
pretty, actually.
He had black and red stripes,
like Dennis
the menace's jumper.
Just order the bloody tree.
Right. Let's go find
some little ones.
Watch out for spiders.
I don't know, just
pick anything.
You've seen one palm tree,
you've seen them all.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I mean, look.
There are over 3,000
different species.
Right, and they all
seem to be here.
Hey, Vespa girl!
Hi!
You got a problem?
We need some small palms for
the new presentation area, and
she can't decide which ones.
Allow me.
That one, that one
and that one.
Why those?
Why not?
They all look the same.
I'm a pest, aren't I?
A nuisance.
But I'm not giving up.
Just leave me alone.
When you give me the money.
Bobby, listen.
I can't give you what
I haven't got.
Ray!
You left your sunglasses.
Have you told her yet?
I thought not.
Well, unless you want me to fill
her in on all the gory
details, I suggest you
try a bit harder.
Bye bye, darling.
Toma, is there a problem?
Oh, no.
Bobby always finds something
to complain about.
Glass half empty, that one.
Blanca!
Any sign of those English
papers yet?
Oh, sorry, John.
I've been busy.
You'd better go and
get them now.
Are you sure you're ok?
I'm fine.
Off you go.
So what's your interest
in palm trees, anyway?
Oh, not at all.
I've got a meeting with the
man who owns this place.
Oh, here he is now.
Mr. Palm tree himself,
Paco Gomez.
I hey, boss!
I'll be right with you!
Well, that's all paid for.
And they can deliver the big
tree tomorrow, so we'd better
get full steam ahead, get these
babies bedded in before
the Pro Am takes place.
Fingers crossed it does.
Amen to that.
Anyone can make it
happen, Ray can.
Blanca!
Yes, Karen?
I was hoping to catch you
before you did the paper run.
Do you need something?
Yes.
Painkillers.
Look, why don't I
get the papers?
I wanted to look around
the shops anyway.
Well--
Go on.
I've driven old Martina
loads of times.
I'll be fine.
Ok.
Bye.
See you later.
I'd love to know why Karen
was playing so badly, when
she's supposed to be the best
player in the group.
Oh, hang on.
There's Martina.
And that's Karen driving her.
I wonder where she's going.
This bite is driving me mad!
Don't scratch it, you'll
make it worse.
There's some calendula
cream in my bag.
Where's your bag?
It's just behind your seat.
Hang on, where'd she go?
Oh, my god.
Oh, no!
Karen!
This is mine.
Maybe Karen was the thief.
Maybe.
We're too late.
She's dead.
All those things in her bag.
Why do you think
she stole them?
Well, kleptomania's
an illness.
You don't have to
have a reason.
Paloma says it--
Oh, Paloma.
Paloma says it looks like the
brakes were tampered with.
The brake fluid reservoir
was empty, and the
pipe had been cut.
Karen was murdered.
Yeah.
Well, it was to be expected,
I guess.
And he's absolutely adamant?
Right.
Well, I'll have to think very
carefully about the next step.
John?
It's me and you next,
for the Charlie cup.
Show must go on, eh?
No, no.
Not that one.
It's mine.
Sorry.
What do you think?
Yeah.
Fantastico.
...right.
I'll go and get the rest
of the plants.
Blanca?
What's wrong?
It should have been me.
Not Karen.
What?
I was about to set off.
They know I always go get the
papers, but Karen talked me
into letting her go instead.
And now she's dead.
It's not your fault.
This mark.
Oh, yes, it's a bite.
It's really come up.
I know what's caused it.
Yes.
A spider, yesterday.
Yeah, it was rather pretty.
It had red and black stripes.
It was an andalucian
arana...
What?
Don't tell me it's deadly and
kills within 24 hours.
No, not deadly, but
very aggressive.
They live in palm trees.
Have to be very careful, eh?
Especially if you're
susceptible to
anaphylactic shock.
That is exactly the same
as the mark that was
on Charlie's hand.
You feel all right?
Never better.
Ah, muchas gracias.
It's all right.
You can come out now.
She's gone.
Why were you hiding
from Bobby?
You don't want to know.
Oh, don't I?
Maybe I'll just tell her
where to find you.
Ok.
Wimbledon.
Seems like an age ago now.
I was beginning to lose it on
court, so I was trying to make
up for it off.
You were a right hellraiser.
And there was no shortage
of willing companions.
Like Bobby.
Bobby.
It was just a one night
thing, but we
paid the full price.
She got pregnant.
Tom.
He's 25 now.
She wants money for him.
Well, after all, she
was entitled.
Don't get me wrong, I supported
him properly.
Paid my dues like a gent
until he was 18.
So what does he want
money for now?
He thinks he can cut it
as a pro tennis player.
He's enrolled in some fancy
academy in Florida, and
expects me to bankroll him.
I'd love to, but I just can't.
Does Blanca know about him?
We've been trying for
a kid of our own,
but without any luck.
I've been telling her
it's my fault, but I
don't think it is.
I think it's her, and she'll
be devastated.
Well, if Bobby tells her first,
she'll be even more
devastated.
God, what a bloody mess.
And on top of everything
else, the
tournament's been cancelled.
The tennis club is finished,
and so am I.
What will you do?
Oh, there's a developer who's
been desperate to get his
hands on this place for years.
The same man who already owns a
big slice of Costa del Sol,
including that palm place.
Paco Gomes.
Did you say Paco?
Well played, John.
Matt, come here!
Sorry I couldn't give
you a better game.
Matt, come quickly!
We need you, come on!
So the killer was really
after Blanca.
They fixed the brakes
on Martina.
And planted the bottle
in Charlie's bed.
Containing an andalucian
arana...
Now, they're very aggressive,
and I should know.
So it must have bitten
Charlie, who
had an allergic reaction.
He couldn't find his auto
injector, and in a blind
panic, must have fallen
over the balcony.
But Karen stole the
auto injector.
It was in her bag.
No,... when we
realized we were looking for it.
Highly incriminating, and
he had to get rid of it.
That's right.
He was trying to put
us off the scent.
Yes, and it might have worked,
except that he killed
Karen by mistake.
Come on, he'll be here soon.
What's this all about, Ray?
I thought we should talk.
Well, isn't it about time?
Don't know why you chose
this place, though.
Seemed appropriate.
The arena of death.
It's in the sand, in the air.
Take a deep breath.
You can smell the blood.
Probably just you, being
an old war horse.
You have gladiators on grass,
sport as mortal combat.
I was famous for my killer
instinct. He grand masters
1972 semifinals.
My opponent lobbed me,
and turned his
ankle and went down.
You know what I did?
I smashed the return
straight at him.
What's your point, Ray?
Nothing gets in the
way of what I want.
Nothing gets between me and
the things I love best.
Tennis.
The club.
Blanca.
Vespa girl?
What's going on?
Guys?
How much is Paco paying you for
delivering my tennis club?
For fixing all those accidents,
and trying to wreck
the tournament.
It didn't matter to you that
Ray was an old friend.
As long as he sold the land to
Paco, and you were prepared to
stop at nothing to make
sure that he did.
So you killed Charlie.
You stole his auto injector,
and then when you heard us
talking about it, you
planted it on Karen.
But Ray still wouldn't
give in.
So you planned to kill Blanca.
Knowing that Ray would fall
to pieces without her.
But you killed Karen instead.
You haven't got
anything on me.
No.
But you have got something
on yourself.
Shoe marks can be as distinctive
as fingerprints.
So bloody clever, aren't you?
Quick!
Call the police,
ask for Paloma!
Give it up, Lester!
Back off!
There's nowhere to go
I said back off.
Don't make it worse.
Come on.
Come on, give me the gun.
You keep away from me!
Matthew!
Be careful!
He's not going to shoot me!
Why not?
I've already killed twice.
No, don't!
Sorry.
Scooter boy.
Well done, Paloma.
You really know how to ride
that thing, don't you?
It's the only way to travel.
They're all square in the
final game of the Charlie
Gudgeon memorial trophy.
Deuce.
Out, advantage Adam.
Oh, no.
Please don't.
It's a very special racquet.
Deuce!
Lapiedra Martinezii.
So you weren't burying anything
in the garden at all.
You were digging these up.
Advantage, Matthew.
You know there's a protection
order on them.
I'm sorry.
Winner of the Charlie Gudeon
memorial trophy.
That's my boy!
It's fantastic.
Thank you.
We're just sorry there's
not going to be a Pro Am
tournament now.
Is it going to be really hard
to keep the club open?
Don't worry.
I'll think of something else.
The main thing is, we'll
keep going, eh?
All three of us.
Tom, my son.
We've invited him to
come and live here.
Why pay for a tennis academy
when he can have the b teacher
in the world for free, eh?
Well, come on.
When ami going to get my cup?
Oh, right.
Here goes.
Ladies and gentlemen.
The winner of the Charlie Gudeon
memorial trophy is
Matthew Thyme.
After everything you said
about bull fighting.
I know.
I looked everywhere for a cup.
I couldn't find anything.
I was on the horns
of a dilemma.
Here we are.
Built in 1900.
The smallest bull
ring in Spain.
Sadly, rarely used anymore.
Good.
You know what they say, mum.
Better the bull dies in the
ring than in the abattoir.
Oh, yes.
Really?
Did anyone ask the bull?
Now, that's a trial
of strength
between man and beast.
Exactly.
A contest to see who has the
greater killer instinct--
man, with his grace and
poise, or the bull,
with all its raw power.
I had a scooter
in university.
Everyone else had bikes.
But I was a Vespa girl.
I suppose you know you're all
standing in the swimming pool.
Lester wants to buy the bull
ring and build a hotel here.
Not just any hotel.
The best hotel on the
Costa del Sol.
I think it's a shame to destroy
such a charming old
place for yet another
block of concrete.
You can't stop progress,
Charlie.
But I can slow it
down a little.
That'll be, uh, Blanca
and Martina.
Come on.
Hola, Rosemary.
Are you playing tennis today?
Me?
No.
Last time I used my racquet
was 10 years ago,
for draining spaghetti.
Oh, hang on.
Mind the papers.
Poor Blanca has to do this every
day, so us poor brits
can catch up with the soaps.
I'm sure I left
it by the pool.
What's that?
Bobby's bracelet
has vanished.
Oh, it'll probably turn up.
Why is the bus called
Martina?
Because she's old, much
traveled, very game, and still
delivers a perfect service.
Killer instinct.
You might have 140 mile an hour
serve, a backhand to die
for, the footwork of Fred
Astaire and the eyes of an
eagle, but without it,
you're nothing.
Tennis is not a sport--
it's a war.
And racquets are guns that
use balls for bullets.
The winner is the player who
eyeballs his opponent and
blinks last.
Ray!
I'll be back in a minute.
Practice your killer
instincts.
And how are we supposed
to do that?
When Eva lobs up a return
to you, smash
it back at her body.
Then you'll be a killer
too, Karen.
And the presentation
area is--
right here, below this bank.
Now, you can imagine, they'll
be walking up here from the
show court, and you'll be
presenting them with their
prizes here, just like the good
old days in Wimbledon.
Except Ray did the accepting
rather than the presenting,
eh, Carino?
Well, once or twice, darling.
It's hard to picture that
with trees and flowers.
Oh, well, you leave
that to us.
By the time you hold the Pro Am
tournament, everything will
me well established
and in full bloom.
We're so excited about it.
Ray still has many friends in
the game, and they've all
promised to come.
Yours, Eva!
I'm sorry!
It's my specialty to
shot the hits.
My racquet handle goes backwards
over my head.
No damage done.
You should ask Ray to
cure you of it.
He gave up on me ages go.
10 years we've been coming
here, he still
hasn't managed it.
Still, it's not all been bad.
This is where John and I met.
Come on, Eva, let's
go, let's go.
He's taking it all
very seriously
since Ray's pep talk.
It's ok, it's ok,
it's gone now.
Where's my injector?
It's here, with your things.
I want to check it's there.
There you are.
Oh, thank god.
All right now.
What's all that about?
Charlie's scared of insects.
Well, scared of being
stung by them.
He gets-- what's the word?
Ends with an a.
Anaphylactic shock.
Yeah.
He always has to carry around
that injector thingy.
Anyway, I just stuffed
Joseph 3 love.
Fancy a drink?
I feel a big drink coming on.
No, no, it was really good.
You guys all right
for a drink?
Fine, thanks, Charlie.
Well, later, perhaps, eh?
I should get you
two together.
He's very single,
and very rich.
Blanca, have you searched around
the tennis courts yet?
Not yet, Bobby.
Well, we'll do it now.
Come on.
Bobby.
Last year, she got this
stomach bug that she
blamed on the water.
The year before, she cut her
foot on this bit of glass by
the pool and threatened
to sue.
There's always something
with Bobby.
Hey, Vespa girl.
Scooter boy!
How are you doing?
Really good.
Crossed racquets.
Very droll.
Well, I thought it was
rather appropriate.
And, um, what are these
feathery things?
And beaucarnea recurvata.
Bottle and queen palms to you.
Very glam.
You must come back when
the tournament's on.
Stars of the screen versus
Ray's stars of the court.
It's gonna be fabulous.
You check the gym again,
I'll search the course.
All right, Bobby.
Ok, so tell me who's coming.
Really?
That is impressive.
Apparently, lots of big stars
have houses out here.
Lester seems to know them all.
Very exciting.
Buenas tardes, ladies.
I must say, you're both looking
very glamorous.
We really must pick
your brains.
We're into our gardening.
Yeah, we've got about an
acre back home in Kent.
It's mostly wildflowers.
Saves weeding.
The wildflowers around here
are just wonderful.
There's one I'd really
love to find.
It's a beautiful pale blue, and
it's got five tiny petals.
Lapiedra Martinezii?
Yes.
Yes, well, that's very rare,
and very, very protected.
No Karen?
No, she's got a migraine.
She's a martyr to
her headaches.
Ah, welcome to...
Come in, come in.
This is his place?
Oh, yeah.
Got his fingers in lots of
pies, has old Lester.
Rosemary tells me
Melanie DeMarco's coming
to your tournament.
Yes, that's right.
Plus husband.
Ooh, the rock singer.
Well, no doubt he'll get out
of control again, thump a
photographer, and wreck
his hotel room.
At the very least, between
you and me, I'd be
disappointed if he didn't.
Bad behavior, good publicity.
Oh, of course.
Who's the ...?
Oh, yes.
Hola.
Ray, I got the latest costumes
for the tournament.
Can I talk to you
for a minute?
No rest for the wicked.
Hey, time for...
Yes!
Bobby, kick us off.
One.
Two.
Fizz.
Four.
Buzz.
Fizz.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine--
Perhaps you should cancel it.
No.
We'll manage somehow.
But how?
We've got to hire extra staff,
pay the professionals, for the
work in the garden, we'll
be lucky to break even.
I don't care.
And don't mention cancellation
again.
This tournament has
got to happen.
Got to.
Ok?
It's dead easy.
Any number divisible by three
is fizz, by five, buzz.
Sometimes it's both--
15, fizz buzz.
The further you get, the more
complicated it becomes.
Right, who's for a night cap?
I'm up for it.
- Mom?
- No.
Rosemary?
No, no.
Or it won't be just Karen
with a migraine.
We're here to work, remember?
Yes.
Matt.
... and the
drinking glasses.
Come on, everybody, let's get
into this pub and have a few.
I've been thinking.
We could use some gazania for
the crossed racquets.
Oh, what a lovely morning.
I'm betting there'll
be one or two
nursing sore heads today.
Help!
Help me, please!
Oh, please, come quickly!
Help!
Could you check his pulse?
I wonder what caused that.
No.
No pulse.
I'm afraid he's dead.
Broken neck.
She assumes he got up in the
night, wandered out onto the
balcony, and fell.
Oh, poor man.
He was so lovely.
Top bloke.
Gone.
I can 't believe it.
Did you mention that mark on
his hand to the officer?
She thinks he probably grazed
it when he fell.
Looked more like
a bite to me.
Oh, sorry.
Did we put you off?
No.
No, I'm done anyway.
Like a graveyard here today.
Sorry, that came out wrong.
Don't think anyone feels
much like playing
after what happened.
I had such plans
for this place.
The center of excellence,
turning good young British
players into Wimbledon
champions.
Now I'm reduced to holding
tacky pro-am tournaments.
Oh, Charlie, why did you
have to fall off
your balcony, mate?
He was more than just one of
my most loyal players.
He shared my vision, too.
That's why I made
him my partner.
It wasn't just his money.
He believed in what I was
trying to do here.
Charlie made a big investment
some years ago, in return for
which Ray gave him half
shares in the club.
We're all missing at 12:00.
What's the time now?
Uh, a few minutes to 11:00.
Can't find my watch.
Anyway, Ray was close
to going under.
There was some property
developer sniffing around.
Well, you could understand.
You could build a fair few
houses round here.
Exactly.
But Charlie's money
kept Ray going.
Right.
Can't put this off any longer.
What?
Karen's asked me to clear
out Charlie's room.
She seems to think that because
I'm a policeman, I'm
used to this sort of thing.
Should we do it for you?
No, I couldn't let you.
Oh, don't be silly.
I mean, it's understandable
that you should be upset.
He was a good friend.
We'll do it.
Thanks.
Oh, dear.
Well, that's the lot
from the bathroom.
How strange.
His auto injector--
I haven't seen it anywhere.
Hang on.
There's the jacket that
he wore last night.
No.
That's strange.
Why would he put a bottle of
water under his pillow?
He was probably pretty
dehydrated after all the booze
he put away.
Yes, but where's the lid?
It's probably in the bin.
That's still a very funny
place to put it.
Look at this.
Very distinctive.
Shoe marks can be almost as
distinctive as fingerprints.
Could be Charlie's.
Let's check.
No, not Charlie's.
Then whose?
Have you done anything about
those missing things yet?
Not yet, no.
Matthew's watch, my bracelet,
and now Eva's hair brush.
She left it by the pool,
and it walked.
Time to do something, Blanca.
Things are being stolen.
Bobby wants me to start
making inquiries.
You being the resident
copper.
I've been coming here for
10 years with this bunch.
I told her, when I'm here, I'm
a member of the tennis club,
like she is.
There's one thing, though.
There was no sign of Charlie's
auto injector.
You said he went everywhere
with it.
It wasn't on him
when he fell.
Maybe he left it somewhere.
People with Charlie's condition
don't do that.
It could be the difference
between life and death.
Suppose somebody took it.
What for?
Because that same somebody
wanted whatever it was that
made a mark on his
hand to kill him.
It was an accident.
Wasn't it?
We're not so sure about that.
You two.
You're as bad as Bobby.
I come here to get away
from police work.
You stick to the garden, and
I'll stick to the tennis, ok?
Charlie's death has come
as a huge shock.
I really still can't
quite believe it.
Oh, Karen.
If we hadn't played that silly
game, he wouldn't have gotten
so drunk, and none of
this would have--
Yes.
Yes, now, out of respect to
Charlie, I think we should cut
short our trip.
Now, I've managed to get us
on the evening flight.
I'm sure Blanca will
pop us all down to
the airport in Martina.
I'm so sorry we're late.
Please, let me.
No, no, it's fine.
Well, as I was saying, bags
packed and ready to depart by
4:00 at the latest, please.
Ok?
She seems keen to get away.
Another one of her headaches,
perhaps?
Hang on.
Look, I'm not sure Charlie
would have wanted this.
And don't beat yourself
up, Bobby.
It's not your fault that he
was crap at fizz buzz.
Charlie was always happiest
when we were all
having a good time.
I think he'd want us to stay
and enjoy ourselves.
Yeah.
I think Matt's right.
Yes.
Maybe it would be a
more fitting way
of remembering him.
We could play a knock out
tournament in his honor.
You could get a cup.
Yeah, the Charlie Gudgeon
memorial cup.
Yeah.
Great.
Why not?
Karen, what do you say?
You knew him better
than any of us.
Well, if that's what
you all want.
In that case, we stay.
Let's give Charlie a proper
sendoff, then.
Drinks on the house.
How's the migraine?
Coming back.
Karen doesn't seem too pleased
about you all staying.
I expect she's thinking about
all the rearrangements she'll
have to rearrange.
John said that she knew Charlie
better than anyone?
Yes.
Karen was Charlie's fiancee.
But you said he was
very single.
He was.
He broke it off.
Great idea about the cup.
Try to get something tasteful.
What, you want me to get it?
Thanks, mum.
No, wait, that's not
what I meant!
Matthew!
Well, whoever went
into Charlie's
room was at that meeting.
And everyone was there except
poor Charlie, so it definitely
wasn't his footprint.
What are you thinking, Laura?
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking, where the
hell am I going to
get a blooming trophy?
Right.
We can get the rest
of the plants by
the day after tomorrow.
No palms, though, he says.
Is the best place.
I've been thinking.
Not about the trophy.
No, about Charlie.
Do you remember when Matt said
that he'd broken off his
engagement with Karen?
Well, what if she'd been
plotting her revenge
all this time?
Look.
Yes, very pretty.
No, no, no, look.
In the botanic gardens.
Behind the...
It's Eva.
So it is.
What is she doing?
I don't know.
Whatever it is, she doesn't
want anyone
seeing her doing it.
Looks as if she was
burying something.
But why here?
I'm still waiting
for an answer!
Bobby, you know what
the answer is.
I'm sorry, but I can't do any
more than I already have.
I won't give up, Ray!
What was all that about?
Maybe she's asking him about
her missing bracelet.
First round of the
Charlie Gudgeon
memorial tournament, eh?
Why don't you sit
down and watch.
Would you like a drink?
Oh, yes please.
Orange?
Orange juice?
..., will you?
I don't think it's a good idea,
leaving all these lying
around with a thief about.
Why don't we put them all
together, and we can keep an
eye on them until they're
finished?
Rosemary.
What?
Is this what I think it is?
C. Gudeon?
Charlie's injector.
What are you doing?
We're just keeping an
eye on the bags.
And which one's yours, Karen?
The one you're holding.
Right.
Well, um, here you are.
Bad luck ...
Yeah.
How are you, mum?
Found a cup yet?
No, not as such.
Well, no rush.
I'm good.
I'm through the first round.
Mind you, I've got Karen next,
and she's seriously good.
Best player in the cup.
Matt. Matt.
We found Charlie's
auto injector.
Where?
Um, let's go somewhere
a bit less public.
But why would Karen take it?
Revenge, that's why.
Revenge?
For what?
Breaking off the engagement.
That was ages ago.
Revenge is a dish best
served cold, they say.
Cold, yeah, but not frozen
bloody solid.
We're talking about 15 years.
There's nothing to say that she
ever got over Charlie, or
forgave him.
Did she ever get married?
As it happens, no.
There you are.
Hell hath no fury like
a woman scorned.
Right.
So she spent 15 years plotting,
and the best she can
come up with is hiding his
adrenaline injector?
Well, that's a pretty awful
thing to do to someone with
Charlie's condition.
Fatal, in his case.
All right, let's
say she hid it.
How can she guarantee
that he'd be bitten?
And by what?
Mosquitos? Ants?
Sand flies?
I mean, they can all give
you a nasty bite.
Oh, right.
So she secretly trained
a flock of sand flies.
We think that whatever
it was that bit him
was under this bottle.
We found it underneath his
pillow, and it had no lid.
Look, I've got to prepare
myself for my game with Karen.
If I'm not right in the zone,
she'll murder me.
Good luck.
Have you seen my
little trowel?
Nope.
When did you see it last?
Well, just before we cleared
Charlie's room.
It's not worth anything.
It's an old friend.
Bugger.
30 Love.
Come on, Karen, get stuck in.
My granny could have returned
Matt's last serve, and she's
been dead 20 years.
Thanks a bunch.
Show us that killer instinct.
Yeah, all right.
I'm not trying to play badly
on purpose, you know.
How's my boy doing?
Oh, he's winning easily.
Karen's game's totally
collapsed.
I thought she was the best.
Well, she is normally.
Something must be putting
her off her game.
40 Love.
Match point, Karen.
I know!
Oh, damn!
Game, set, and match
to mr. Thyme.
So, how's the new area
coming along?
Very well.
We're just waiting for the rest
of the plants to arrive.
Yeah, we've put an order in
to the garden center in
you know it?
No, I don't think so.
Yes, it's the one next to
the botanic gardens.
We saw you there.
But I've never been there.
Oh, I thought it was you.
No.
It was someone else.
John.
It was her, wasn't it?
Definitely.
But now she's denying it.
So what was it she
was burying?
Ray!
Bobby has been giving
him a hard time.
Over the, uh, pilfering?
He has so much on his plate.
You know, when we got married,
some people said, young girl,
old man, he must be rich.
If only they knew.
He spent every last penny
he has on this club.
That's risky.
It is.
We could lose the club, and
that would be a tragedy.
Tennis gave him a good life.
He wants to give something
back to it.
We're going to need some trees
of about three meters,
and then something
a bit bigger--
say, um, five meters.
One.
Here?
Ok, thank you.
No, that's too big.
What about this one?
No, this one this is
the right size.
Good color and shape, no obvious
signs of nitrogen
deficiency, healthy l spades
of decent length.
This one will do very nicely.
Look out.
You've got a hitchhiker
on your arm.
Bloody snipping sod bit me.
I thought he was rather
pretty, actually.
He had black and red stripes,
like Dennis
the menace's jumper.
Just order the bloody tree.
Right. Let's go find
some little ones.
Watch out for spiders.
I don't know, just
pick anything.
You've seen one palm tree,
you've seen them all.
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
I mean, look.
There are over 3,000
different species.
Right, and they all
seem to be here.
Hey, Vespa girl!
Hi!
You got a problem?
We need some small palms for
the new presentation area, and
she can't decide which ones.
Allow me.
That one, that one
and that one.
Why those?
Why not?
They all look the same.
I'm a pest, aren't I?
A nuisance.
But I'm not giving up.
Just leave me alone.
When you give me the money.
Bobby, listen.
I can't give you what
I haven't got.
Ray!
You left your sunglasses.
Have you told her yet?
I thought not.
Well, unless you want me to fill
her in on all the gory
details, I suggest you
try a bit harder.
Bye bye, darling.
Toma, is there a problem?
Oh, no.
Bobby always finds something
to complain about.
Glass half empty, that one.
Blanca!
Any sign of those English
papers yet?
Oh, sorry, John.
I've been busy.
You'd better go and
get them now.
Are you sure you're ok?
I'm fine.
Off you go.
So what's your interest
in palm trees, anyway?
Oh, not at all.
I've got a meeting with the
man who owns this place.
Oh, here he is now.
Mr. Palm tree himself,
Paco Gomez.
I hey, boss!
I'll be right with you!
Well, that's all paid for.
And they can deliver the big
tree tomorrow, so we'd better
get full steam ahead, get these
babies bedded in before
the Pro Am takes place.
Fingers crossed it does.
Amen to that.
Anyone can make it
happen, Ray can.
Blanca!
Yes, Karen?
I was hoping to catch you
before you did the paper run.
Do you need something?
Yes.
Painkillers.
Look, why don't I
get the papers?
I wanted to look around
the shops anyway.
Well--
Go on.
I've driven old Martina
loads of times.
I'll be fine.
Ok.
Bye.
See you later.
I'd love to know why Karen
was playing so badly, when
she's supposed to be the best
player in the group.
Oh, hang on.
There's Martina.
And that's Karen driving her.
I wonder where she's going.
This bite is driving me mad!
Don't scratch it, you'll
make it worse.
There's some calendula
cream in my bag.
Where's your bag?
It's just behind your seat.
Hang on, where'd she go?
Oh, my god.
Oh, no!
Karen!
This is mine.
Maybe Karen was the thief.
Maybe.
We're too late.
She's dead.
All those things in her bag.
Why do you think
she stole them?
Well, kleptomania's
an illness.
You don't have to
have a reason.
Paloma says it--
Oh, Paloma.
Paloma says it looks like the
brakes were tampered with.
The brake fluid reservoir
was empty, and the
pipe had been cut.
Karen was murdered.
Yeah.
Well, it was to be expected,
I guess.
And he's absolutely adamant?
Right.
Well, I'll have to think very
carefully about the next step.
John?
It's me and you next,
for the Charlie cup.
Show must go on, eh?
No, no.
Not that one.
It's mine.
Sorry.
What do you think?
Yeah.
Fantastico.
...right.
I'll go and get the rest
of the plants.
Blanca?
What's wrong?
It should have been me.
Not Karen.
What?
I was about to set off.
They know I always go get the
papers, but Karen talked me
into letting her go instead.
And now she's dead.
It's not your fault.
This mark.
Oh, yes, it's a bite.
It's really come up.
I know what's caused it.
Yes.
A spider, yesterday.
Yeah, it was rather pretty.
It had red and black stripes.
It was an andalucian
arana...
What?
Don't tell me it's deadly and
kills within 24 hours.
No, not deadly, but
very aggressive.
They live in palm trees.
Have to be very careful, eh?
Especially if you're
susceptible to
anaphylactic shock.
That is exactly the same
as the mark that was
on Charlie's hand.
You feel all right?
Never better.
Ah, muchas gracias.
It's all right.
You can come out now.
She's gone.
Why were you hiding
from Bobby?
You don't want to know.
Oh, don't I?
Maybe I'll just tell her
where to find you.
Ok.
Wimbledon.
Seems like an age ago now.
I was beginning to lose it on
court, so I was trying to make
up for it off.
You were a right hellraiser.
And there was no shortage
of willing companions.
Like Bobby.
Bobby.
It was just a one night
thing, but we
paid the full price.
She got pregnant.
Tom.
He's 25 now.
She wants money for him.
Well, after all, she
was entitled.
Don't get me wrong, I supported
him properly.
Paid my dues like a gent
until he was 18.
So what does he want
money for now?
He thinks he can cut it
as a pro tennis player.
He's enrolled in some fancy
academy in Florida, and
expects me to bankroll him.
I'd love to, but I just can't.
Does Blanca know about him?
We've been trying for
a kid of our own,
but without any luck.
I've been telling her
it's my fault, but I
don't think it is.
I think it's her, and she'll
be devastated.
Well, if Bobby tells her first,
she'll be even more
devastated.
God, what a bloody mess.
And on top of everything
else, the
tournament's been cancelled.
The tennis club is finished,
and so am I.
What will you do?
Oh, there's a developer who's
been desperate to get his
hands on this place for years.
The same man who already owns a
big slice of Costa del Sol,
including that palm place.
Paco Gomes.
Did you say Paco?
Well played, John.
Matt, come here!
Sorry I couldn't give
you a better game.
Matt, come quickly!
We need you, come on!
So the killer was really
after Blanca.
They fixed the brakes
on Martina.
And planted the bottle
in Charlie's bed.
Containing an andalucian
arana...
Now, they're very aggressive,
and I should know.
So it must have bitten
Charlie, who
had an allergic reaction.
He couldn't find his auto
injector, and in a blind
panic, must have fallen
over the balcony.
But Karen stole the
auto injector.
It was in her bag.
No,... when we
realized we were looking for it.
Highly incriminating, and
he had to get rid of it.
That's right.
He was trying to put
us off the scent.
Yes, and it might have worked,
except that he killed
Karen by mistake.
Come on, he'll be here soon.
What's this all about, Ray?
I thought we should talk.
Well, isn't it about time?
Don't know why you chose
this place, though.
Seemed appropriate.
The arena of death.
It's in the sand, in the air.
Take a deep breath.
You can smell the blood.
Probably just you, being
an old war horse.
You have gladiators on grass,
sport as mortal combat.
I was famous for my killer
instinct. He grand masters
1972 semifinals.
My opponent lobbed me,
and turned his
ankle and went down.
You know what I did?
I smashed the return
straight at him.
What's your point, Ray?
Nothing gets in the
way of what I want.
Nothing gets between me and
the things I love best.
Tennis.
The club.
Blanca.
Vespa girl?
What's going on?
Guys?
How much is Paco paying you for
delivering my tennis club?
For fixing all those accidents,
and trying to wreck
the tournament.
It didn't matter to you that
Ray was an old friend.
As long as he sold the land to
Paco, and you were prepared to
stop at nothing to make
sure that he did.
So you killed Charlie.
You stole his auto injector,
and then when you heard us
talking about it, you
planted it on Karen.
But Ray still wouldn't
give in.
So you planned to kill Blanca.
Knowing that Ray would fall
to pieces without her.
But you killed Karen instead.
You haven't got
anything on me.
No.
But you have got something
on yourself.
Shoe marks can be as distinctive
as fingerprints.
So bloody clever, aren't you?
Quick!
Call the police,
ask for Paloma!
Give it up, Lester!
Back off!
There's nowhere to go
I said back off.
Don't make it worse.
Come on.
Come on, give me the gun.
You keep away from me!
Matthew!
Be careful!
He's not going to shoot me!
Why not?
I've already killed twice.
No, don't!
Sorry.
Scooter boy.
Well done, Paloma.
You really know how to ride
that thing, don't you?
It's the only way to travel.
They're all square in the
final game of the Charlie
Gudgeon memorial trophy.
Deuce.
Out, advantage Adam.
Oh, no.
Please don't.
It's a very special racquet.
Deuce!
Lapiedra Martinezii.
So you weren't burying anything
in the garden at all.
You were digging these up.
Advantage, Matthew.
You know there's a protection
order on them.
I'm sorry.
Winner of the Charlie Gudeon
memorial trophy.
That's my boy!
It's fantastic.
Thank you.
We're just sorry there's
not going to be a Pro Am
tournament now.
Is it going to be really hard
to keep the club open?
Don't worry.
I'll think of something else.
The main thing is, we'll
keep going, eh?
All three of us.
Tom, my son.
We've invited him to
come and live here.
Why pay for a tennis academy
when he can have the b teacher
in the world for free, eh?
Well, come on.
When ami going to get my cup?
Oh, right.
Here goes.
Ladies and gentlemen.
The winner of the Charlie Gudeon
memorial trophy is
Matthew Thyme.
After everything you said
about bull fighting.
I know.
I looked everywhere for a cup.
I couldn't find anything.
I was on the horns
of a dilemma.