Rosemary & Thyme (2003–2006): Season 3, Episode 8 - Enter Two Gardeners - full transcript

Audiences love a good murder,
but we have to get it right.

Now come on, Adam, take it
from the same place.

You can scream all
you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh dear god, sir.

No, sir.

Don't you be murdering a poor
Irish girl, sir, as never did

you no harm.

And the last sound, you will
hear, Kitty o'Connor--

you, who was so good at
listening at doors and hearing

what you were never intended
to hear, will be-- bang!



Pretty good, eh?

Do you think you could take
just a pace towards

her before you shoot?

Yes, ok.

All right.

I'll try it.

Shall I get up now?

Oh.

Sorry, Jenny.

Yes, of course, my sweet.

They're not very
good, are they?

That girl.

What's her name, Jenny?

She doesn't seem to have
any idea about how



to get into a character.

Would it be possible to have
a real gun for rehearsal?

Don't see why not,
my darling.

Nick, can we have the gun?

Sure.

I'll get it from Queenie.

Of course, they only
do one a year.

Like father Christmas.

We always did two.

Who did?

The cads.

The coppers amateur
dramatic society.

And a Christmas show.

Hi.

Know your lines yet?

Oh, don't.

How do people learn
all this stuff?

I'll go over your part
with you this evening

if you like, Charles.

Thanks.

Haven't done anything like this
since the school play.

Don't say that.

I told Frank you were
very experienced.

Now, where's Charles?

We'll do your entrance now,
Charles, if you can tear

yourself away from
your auntie.

Sorry.

Seems like a nice boy.

I thought he was your cousin.

Oh, yes, he is.

He just calls me auntie.

A brand snatched from
the burning.

He went to pieces
after his father died.

Drugs and everything.

He's just qualified
as a doctor.

A few weeks ago.

His mother must be thrilled.

Oh, yes, she is.

I've never seen or heard
Charlotte so happy.

I've come to see
lady Elsemere.

I don't care how upset she is.

You don't need me for a minute,
darling, do you?

Where are you going?

I said I'd go and see Queenie
about my costume.

Did you phone the kids
this morning?

Oh, darling, you do fuss.

They'll be perfectly
all right.

Don't be too long, then.

You're not the regular gardener
here, are you?

Uh, no.

We were brought in to, uh,
do the outdoor theater.

How long have you been here?

Two days.

Why?

How much are the Bakers
paying you, may I ask?

No, you may not ask.

If you want to know that
sort of thing, you'd better

ask Mr. Baker.

That's exactly what
I intend to do.

Two days, you said?

How's it going down there?

Oh, pretty chaotic.

Can't be as bad as last year.

Well, hello, Nick.

Oh, hello, Geraldine.

You're not going to
shoot me, are you?

No.

I've got to get this
down to the--

only, the way you've
been avoiding me--

no, no, I haven't.

I've just--

we got on so well last year.

You're in the room next to
ours again, aren't you?

Look, I think Frank, you know,
suspects something.

Oh, darling.

By the time Frank's had his
bottle of burgundy at dinner,

and his three brandies
afterwards,

he's out like a light.

Anyway, he's convinced I'm
having it off with Victor.

Where were you at precisely
11:00 last night?

I couldn't say precisely,
sir.

I was asleep by 10:00.

Nothing woke you?

Oh, nothing wakes Kitty
o'Connor, sir, once her head

touches the pillow.

What about broccoli?

Well, we've run out of credit
at the green grocer's.

Bastards!

Look, we've just got to get
through this, Sharon.

We can pay him next week.

And the week after that, we've
got the big wedding.

Mr. Baker.

Oh, look, don't start.

I know the theater's
not ready.

Well, why isn't it?

Well, we've only got
a few bits and

pieces to do, Mr. Channing.

Bits and pieces.

I gave you the money
for this last year.

One of the gardeners has just
told me they've only been here

for two days.

Yeah, well, we were
lucky to get them.

We had to wait!

They're ever so brilliant.

Well, they don't strike me as
being particularly brilliant.

If that theater isn't finished
by opening night to my

complete satisfaction,
I want my money back.

Every penny.

Get off it.

Go on.

Mr. Channing!

Who's that fellow?

Victor Channing.

You've heard of Channing
homes, houses for the

discerning client?

No.

Well, that's him.

Jumped up...

He's stagestruck, too.

He puts the money up for
this amgem lot to come

here every year.

My, should splash out on
charm school first.

Now he's married his secretary,
and he wants to

make her a star.

Jenny was his secretary?

Oh yeah.

All right.

Well, anyway, listen.

The thing is, we need some
money for the plants.

You can scream all
you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh dear god, sir.

No, sir.

Don't you be murdering a poor
Irish girl, sir, as never did

you no harm.

And the last sound you will
hear, Kitty o'Connor, you, who

was so good at listening at
doors and hearing what you

were never intended
to hear will be--

I think we ought to get some
blanks for rehearsals.

I mean, Jenny and I should
get used to the

bang, shouldn't we?

Yes, all right.

We'll break for lunch now.

Back at 2:00, please,
everybody.

We'll start at the
top of act two.

Going into...

If you need anything.

I don't think so, thanks.

Are you having lunch?

I'll get a sandwich.

Sharon, you knew it had to be
done before we got here.

I know, Mr. Channing.

What were we to--

there was going to be an
opening ceremony before

rehearsal started, even.

Oh, how lovely.

Oh, we could get some
notices put up.

This way to the Victor Channing
open air theater.

Victor!

I've gotta go.

My wife's calling me.

You all right, Adam?

You don't seem your normal
cheery self.

Oh, me?

Unfortunate...

I am the very button.

It's great to be playing a
villain this year, too.

I was really fed up with
all those "anyone

for tennis?" parts.

Mr. Baker said he
wouldn't give us any more

money for plants.

What?

He asked me to send
him an invoice.

Do you get the feeling they're
a little strapped for cash?

Not half as strapped
as we are.

Blank cartridges.

Thanks, Nick.

You, um--

you haven't seen my wife
anywhere, have you?

No.

No, I haven't.

I'd better go and find her.

She knows we've broken
for lunch.

I'll put these in our
room with the gun.

Oh, Queenie.

Uh, you haven't seen Geraldine
anywhere, have you?

No.

Wasn't she coming to see
you about her costume?

No.

I haven't seen her
since breakfast.

What were you doing
with woman anyway?

I wasn't doing anything
with her, darling.

Don't start all that again.

All right, everybody,
settle down.

Now, before we go back to the
start of act two, I'm just

going to run the killing of
Kitty o'Connor again, to keep

Adam and Jenny happy, so's they
would be frightened of

the nasty bangs.

Thanks, Frank.

Just take it from "you can
scream all you like", right.

You can scream all
you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh, dear god, sir.

No, sir.

Don't you be murdering a poor
Irish girl, sir, as never did

you no harm.

And the last sound you will
hear, Kitty o'Connor, you who

was so good at listening at
doors and hearing what you

were never intended
to hear will be--

I thought we were going
to get some blanks.

We did.

Don't do that!

No, no, the cylinder's
slipping.

It's not--

Just as well I've brought
my bag with me.

How can something
like this happen?

Blank cartridges
are dangerous.

The packing can come out at
a tremendous velocity.

Really?

What a bloody fool.

It could have been Jenny
who was killed.

Will you please stop
talking about it?

Sorry, darling.

Just try to relax now.

You'll probably feel
a bit sleepy.

Poor Adam.

Poor Adam.

Oh, Queenie, darling.

It was an accident.

Just an--

an awful accident.

It wasn't.

It was my fault, it was
completely my fault,

and now he's dead.

Oh, darling.

Nick went to get the blanks
from Queenie Allardyce,

and gave them to me
in here at lunch.

I took them straight
up to my room.

I--

I loaded the gun with the
blanks, and left it there

until we needed it.

Did you lock the
door after you?

Yes, of course.

And the key was in my pocket
the whole time.

It's still there.

Look.

What made you load the gun with
the blanks at that time?

I don't know, really.

Just somewhere to put them.

Also, I suppose I wanted to
make sure they fitted.

Then, after lunch, you
collected the gun from your

room, still locked?

Yes.

And handed it to Mr. Dinmont?

Yes.

Did you check it first?

No, not really.

Not exactly.

I mean--

I mean, I looked at it.

I could see the cartridges
in the cylinder.

I suppose it would surprise you
to know that this gun is

loaded with live ammunition?

Live ammunition.

Live ammunition?

Yes, so one of the
policemen told me.

They don't think it
was an accident.

Oh, dear.

That is not good for Charles.

It's not too good
for Adam, either.

No, no, er--

Charles found his father's body
when he shot himself.

His father shot himself?

Yes.

Some big conglomerate took over
the business for next to

nothing, and, uh--

and ruined him.

What I'd like is for you to
show me exactly what happened.

Well, I--

I was standing about here.

And Mr. Dinmont?

Adam was on the stage.

Show me exactly.

You be Mr. Dinmont.

Well, I--

it's difficult without Jenny.

I could stand in for
her, if you like.

I've seen most of the
rehearsals, so I know it

pretty well.

Oh, well, thank you,
Mrs. Thyme.

It's all right.

I've had a certain amount
of experience.

I'm down stage right,
aren't I?

Exactly, yes.

Show me.

Just pretend the gun for now.

You can scream all
you like, my dear.

No one will hear you.

Oh, dear god, sir!

No, sir!

Don't you be murderin' a poor
Irish girl, sir, that never

did you no harm!

And then Adam pulled the
trigger to shoot Kitty.

But nothing happened at first.

What more can I tell
you, Inspector?

You all right, Charles?

I'm fine.

It's been a bit of a shock.

Aunt Rosemary, I'm fine.

You know we're all
very proud of you.

Very proud of the way you got
back on your feet after all

you've been through.

I couldn't have done it
without you and mom.

No, no.

You could.

It would just take a bit
longer, that's all.

I wouldn't stand a chance with
both of you on my case.

Yes, well, we all know the
old adage, don't we?

The show must go on.

I don't think I can do it.

Of course you can, darling.

We're relying on you.

You've only got a cough and a
spit as lady Elsemere anyway.

It's what Adam would
have wanted.

I mean, what was he
doing anyway?

What an ass.

I suppose I could play
major Calloway.

But what about Kitty
o'Connor?

I've got an idea about that.

If Jenny isn't well
enough, that is.

Ah, Victor.

How's Jenny?

The police think someone was
trying to kill Jenny.

All right.

So drags those up to his
room before lunch

and loads the gun.

That makes him prime
suspect, I suppose.

I suppose so.

I think Frank was quite
impressed, don't you?

I mean, you know him
better than I do.

Was he impressed?

How should I know?

Of course, somebody could have
gone in afterwards, and

substituted real bullets
for the blanks.

See, there's a lot of humour in
that part and Jenny just wasn't

getting it.

But he says he locked
the room, and then

everyone was at lunch.

And then he went back
immediately after

lunch and got it.

I could wear a wig.
What do you think?

I just see a mass
of black curls.

What do you think?
Could I wear a wig?

Oh, do shut up, Laura.

Sorry.

Look, Frank hasn't asked you to
play this part, and even if

he did, you haven't the time.

So will you concentrate?

Who wasn't at lunch?

The only one we didn't
see was Charles.

Ah, well, he was
in...

And Geraldine?

Geraldine wasn't at lunch.

No.

You see, the Irish accent
wouldn't be a problem, because

I already played Susan
Brady in Playboy

of the Western World.

What about one of the staff?

Motive?

I can't believe it was Frank.

Mrs. Channing?

Jenny?

I've got to get
away from here.

I knew something awful
was going to happen.

I've got to get away.

He loves me.

I know he does.

Oh, I'm sure he does.

It just came out of
the blue, though.

I mean, Mrs. Channing only died
in the April, and then he

asked me to marry him
three months later.

Out of the blue.

I'd always admired him, but
people think it's just about

the money, don't they?

I'm sure they don't.

I didn't know what to say.

I mean, I knew he'd been having
an affair with another

woman for years, so I assumed
if he married

anyone, it would be her.

But here he was proposing
to me.

So I said yes.

I really pleaded with him not
to make me come this year.

I dreaded meeting her.

He just poo pooed
it, of course.

I don't even like amateur
dramatics.

I wanted to go to Amalfi.

You still could.

I know you've had a
terrible shock.

I don't think you're
well enough.

You dreaded meeting who?

Well, Queenie.

She's--

Queenie?

Queenie Allardyce, she's
the other woman?

How many pass keys are
there to guest rooms?

Pass keys.

Um, well, just four.

My husband and I each have one,
and there's one in the

drawer of the reception desk
for the chambermaids.

Oh, and I gave one to
Mrs. Allardyce.

She's here with the
theatricals.

Show me.

So tell me, Mrs. Baker.

Who was Manning the
desk here this morning,

up to and including lunchtime?

Well, we don't have a regular
receptionist at the moment, so

whoever's sort of available
just does the job.

Ok.

Thank you.

Got the super on
the phone, sir.

Let me get this straight.

Victor was having an affair
with Queenie.

Right.

Then Victor's first wife
dies, and he proposes to

Jenny, who is his secretary.

And Queenie has a breakdown.

But I don't think Queenie
is a murderer.

I've heard of murders
committed for less.

Jenny was very confused.

We wondered if it was the
drugs you gave her.

Could be, I suppose.

But unlikely.

I just gave her five milligrams
of diazapam.

Can I join you for a moment?

Oh, hello, Frank.

Yes, of course.

Sit down.

Thank you.

48 hours to opening night.

Oh, don't.

I talked to Jenny, and she
is absolutely adamant.

She will not go on
with the play.

Oh, how awful.

What are you going to do?

No.

The question is, what
are you going to do?

Me?

You mean--

oh, I never dreamed!

You're gonna leave me
to do all the work.

No, no, no.

You don't understand.

I do.

I do.

You're going to swan around
being theatrical, and I'm

going to break my back trying
to get the bloody theater

finished in time.

No, no.

It's not like that.

Look, I'll give you all
the help I can.

You known I will.

It's just that--

the show must go on.

Why?

Why do they say that?

Why must the show go on?

From what I've seen so far, it
would be a great benefit to

all concerned if they all went
home and sorted out

their stupid lives.

I have never in my life
seen anything so--

Who's that?

I don't know.

Probably one of your
bloody theatricals.

Yes?

What?

Look, I'm sorry to trouble
you so late.

Can I come in for a minute?

Come in, Nick.

I don't know what
we can tell you.

We're hardly involved.

Well, that's it.

You see, the point is,
everyone's saying that Adam

getting killed was
just an accident.

That the bullet was intended
for Jenny.

Well, it does look like that.

Well, I'm not so sure.

Adam's been in a state
ever since last year.

Why was he in a state?

When we were here last
time, he had an affair

with one of the cast.

- Which one?
- Oh, he'd never say.

They must have been
pretty discreet.

But he was in a terrible state,
and it got worse before

you came here this year.

Used to walk the streets
all night.

Well, he always seemed
very cheerful.

Oh, he could do that.

I wonder who Adam could have
been having an affair with.

Eh?

Would you stop thinking
about that bloody play?

I wasn't!

I said, I wonder who
Adam could have been

having an affair with.

Ooh, Geraldine, Jenny, Frank.

No.

It couldn't have been suicide,
I suppose, as a demonstration

of his despair.

What, you mean doing all that
peering down the barrel and

things, just to-- to make it
look like an accident?

What's the point of that?

No, I suppose not.

Laura.

I told you I never wanted to
see you again, Mrs. Calloway.

Things have changed, Monty.

Bang.

They haven't got
a new gun yet.

You're the wronged woman
in this scene, darling.

Well, I-- that's what I
was doing, wasn't I?

Do I get up, or do I just lie
here all night like an idiot?

You can lie there as
whatever comes most

naturally to you, Victor.

God, that's it.

What is?

I knew there was something not
right about that gun, I

just couldn't think what--

listen.

When they went to lunch, Frank
said that they'd be doing the

beginning of act
two afterwards.

Did he?

But when they came back, he
changed his mind, and they

went over the killing of
Kitty o'Connor again.

Now, that is in act three.

So?

So this is act two.

Whoever took out the blanks and
substituted them with the

real bullets wasn't expecting
the gun to be used on Jenny,

they were expecting this.

The shooting of lord Elsemere
to be next.

Victor was the intended
victim.

You just remember, I
pay for all this!

So, all we've got to do is work
out who's got the motive

for killing Victor.

Well, it's Geraldine,
isn't it?

No, no, no.

No?

Well, she pulls the trigger when
she kills lord Thingy.

Yeah.

That'd be a bit obvious,
wouldn't it?

No, besides, whoever changed the
bullets didn't know that

in the theater, you never
point a gun directly at

another actor.

Even if it's full of blanks,
it's just too dangerous.

Well, what about Teddy Baker?

Or his wife?

If they owe Victor money
they can't pay up.

What about Jenny?

Young wife, due to inherit
all the dosh?

Or Frank?

He thinks Victor's having
an affair with his wife.

I think we ought to tell the
police about this, don't you?

Oh, yes, absolutely.

If they know that Victor
Channing's the intended

victim, they'll give him
a handle on the case.

We ought to have a word
with Victor himself.

Give the poor chap
a bit of warning.

Oh, there's Charles, talking
to Sharon Baker.

Where?

Charles!

No need to ask what
you're doing here.

Hi, Laura.

No, Nick asked me to
buy some prop wine.

They use real wine?

Apparently.

Why were you telling
off Mrs. Baker?

My laundry.

Service in the hotel's
really bad.

Listen, I've got to get on.

See you later.

See you on the green.

What are you talking about?

Oh, sorry.

It's theater talk.

You know, one slips back
into it so easily.

I asked you to do
one little thing.

Just keep Channing
off my back!

I've done my best!

I don't know what I'm
supposed to do!

Everything we've worked for is
just about to go down the

swanny and you don't know what
you're supposed to do?

Deal with Channing,
that's all!

Um, excuse me.

Um, Laura and I were wondering
if you had some kind of a big

trolley that we could
transport some

plants and things in?

Will I be after getting you
anything, lady Elsemere?

No, thank you, Kitty.

Oh, will I be getting out
the claret and some

glasses, lady Elsemere?

Lord Elsemere will be
needing something

after his long journey.

Oh, er, Mr. Channing?

Lord Elsemere must on no
account be given alcohol in

the future.

The doctor has expressly
forbidden it.

The poor soul.

No, that's ridiculous.

Who would want to kill me?

You haven't an enemy
in the world?

Oh, you make enemies.

In business, you're bound
to make enemies, but--

there is someone who
owes me money.

I suppose they might think
if I was out of the way--

What about, um, somebody
you might have had a

relationship with?

You mean sex?

Somebody in the play?

You mean Queenie?

Queenie!

Queenie, a murderer.

That's a ripe one.

Right.

Frank, I'm, um, not
quite clear about

Kitty's motivation here.

Frank, can I borrow Laura
for 10 minutes?

I need a costume fitting.

Yes, of course.

By all means.

See, it says--

very good, Laura.

Oh, thank you.

Laura?

You haven't unloaded
the plants!

Oh, sorry, darling.

I've just got to go
for a fitting.

He's a nice man, Victor,
isn't he?

Victor?

He's all right.

Bit of a ladies'
man, I've heard.

And who told you that?

Did they also tell you I
had an affair with him?

No, really?

Come off it, Laura.

And that I dumped him?

He didn't dump you?

No.

I behaved quite badly,
I'm afraid.

Really?

So he went and married Jenny.

I see.

They said you had a breakdown.

Went to hospital.

Oh, I did go to hospital.

Fibroids.

Well-- when did--

when did you dump him?

I met someone else.

Adam.

Adam?

Adam Dinmont?

It was lovely at first.

Exciting, you know.

But he was 20 years younger
than me, and when it comes

right down to it,
we had nothing

whatsoever to talk about.

No, I know what you mean.

So I dumped him too.

Sounds awful, doesn't it?

No, no.

I bet he was upset.

Oh, don't.

So you're saying Queenie
had no motive?

None at all.

She dumped Victor.
Victor didn't dump her.

But she's the only one
with a pass key.

She's the only one that could've
got into the room and

changed the cartridges.

But why would she?

I'm surprised you get
time for billiards.

All your women you have
to attend to.

I've got to go to bed.

Oh, Charles.

I'm sorry, are we boring you?

No.

No, not at all.

But we've got a big
day tomorrow.

Dress rehearsal at 10:00, and
then the first matinee.

Is Charlotte coming?

Mom.

No.

Oh, shame.

I'd like to have seen her.

It's bad enough being shamed
in front of you.

I'm not having my whole
family here.

Night.

Night.

You must all be so
proud of him.

Oh, we used to get on well
when he was a teenager.

What do you mean, go to bed?

We're playing a game of
billiards, aren't we?

Oh, shut up, Frank,
you're drunk.

Just keep your hands
off my bloody wife!

I haven't touched your wife!

I've seen you looking
at her bloody leg!

Don't know what you're
talking about!

You think you own everybody,
don't you?

Get off me, you madman--

oh, find Geraldine.

I'll go and get Charles.

Geraldine!

Geraldine!

What are you shouting about?

Sorry, wrong door.

What do you want?

Sorry.

Um, it's your husband.

He's been hurt.

Hurt?

Oh my god.

Oh, Charles.

I'm sorry.

Can you come and have
a look at Frank?

He's in the billiard room.

Frank?

Yes.

He's been hurt.

All right.

He's been hit over the
head by Victor.

You're just a thug!

That's what you are, a thug!

How is he?

He'll be all right.

Can someone get some ice?

I'll get it.

Charles wants some ice.

You all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

...!

It doesn't make any sense.

It doesn't make any bloody
sense at all.

No, none at all.

Now I've got to go through
all this, I suppose.

I'll deck him.

I swear I will.

If he starts saying I did it--

oh, he won't.

I'm sure he won't.

And this lot, they're just
going on rehearsing they're

stupid play as if nothing
had happened!

Well, I suppose they don't
know what else to do.

I mean, they've got an audience

arriving this afternoon.

Mr. Baker.

Oh no.

Don't start, mate.

I just wanted to ask you.

Um, Mrs. Baker telephoned
yesterday afternoon.

What about?

I thought you could
tell me that.

She said she got something
to tell me.

Something important.

But she couldn't tell me what.

Not on the telephone.

You any idea?

I didn't know she called
you at all.

Let's go inside, shall we?

Apparently Dorothea
invited him.

Dorothea did?

What business has Dorothea to
invite people to our house?

What was Sharon doing ringing
the DI about that was so

important?

I don't know.

Could have been why
she was killed.

What, do you think she knew
something incriminating about

the murderer?

And that he knew she
was going to tell?

Seems likely.

Laura.

What?

Look, I'm on in a minute.

It's all right,
it's all right.

I'm just worried
about Charles.

Charles?

Why?

I found a hypodermic
in his room.

And you know I told
you he used to--

oh dear.

Drugs, yes.

Um, um, should you
ring his mother?

No.

Charlotte's been through
enough already.

Maybe you should ring your
mother, see what she says.

Laura!

What are you doing over there?

You're on!

So sorry!

Sorry.

Idiot!

For heaven's sake!

Come on, Kitty.

Get the bottle opener, girl.

Sure and I am afraid
of breaking

the cork, lord Elsemere.

Throw me up the cable,
will you?

Will you be quiet, please?

The first performance is
in less than two hours!

We're not going to get
through to the end

of the dress rehearsal!

Sorry, darlings.

Start again.

Never be frightened of opening
a bottle, Kitty.

That's what my old father
used to say!

Lady Elsemere said you weren't
to have any, sir!

Quack talk, Kitty!

Take my advice.

Never listen to doctors.

Oh!

Isn't it awful?

Oh, yes.

That poor Mrs. Baker.

And she was such a lovely
person, too.

What's even more awful is that
I feel almost relieved.

Relieved?

Why relieved?

Well, everybody was saying that
Adam being killed like

that was a sort of accident.

The person they really meant
to kill was Victor.

Victor.

And now, they'll see
it wasn't Victor at all.

Well.

And I couldn't understand
it anyway.

Victor hasn't got any enemies.

But he said to me,
you're bound to

make enemies in business.

But not real enemies.

I mean, there's a couple of
people that want him off the

board at Iblex.

But they wouldn't kill him.

Iblex?

Isn't-- isn't his company
Channing homes?

No, Iblex is the
holding company.

It owns all the others--

Channing homes, Channing
construction.

Well, I've, uh--

I've got to get on.

Wish me luck.

Aren't you coming
to see the play?

Of course, of course.

I'm looking forward to it.

I'm really sorry I left
everything to you, Rosemary.

That's ok.

I got it all done.

Well, I'd better go.

Gotta get my makeup on.

Break a leg.

That's, uh, theatrical talk.

I knew you'd soon pick it up.

Laura, ...

... Grange.

No, sir.

Lord Elsemere hasn't home
yet, so he hasn't.

No, sir.

We're expecting him any
moment now, sir.

Oh, mom, it's me, Rosemary.

Uh, yes, I'm fine.

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Um, look.

Uh, I'm a little worried
about Charles.

I found a hypodermic
in his room.

It was just lying there
on the desk.

I never touched the blasted

necklace, I tell you, hyacinth!

Then how do you explain
its absence?

How do you explain that you were
seen coming out of lady

Elsemere's door this morning?

I don't explain it.

I don't have to explain it.

Yes, ok.

Well, I'll see you soon.

Oh, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Um, there's something else
I wanted to ask you.

Does the name Iblex mean
anything to you?

Iblex, it's the name of a--

well, why should I remember?

Oh my god.

You know, I thought I'd
heard it before.

Oh my god.

I've got--

I've got to ring you back.

Will I be after getting you
anything, lady Elsemere?

No.

Thank you, Kitty.

Will I be getting out
the claret and some

glasses, your ladyship?

Lord Elsemere will be
needing something

after his long journey.

Charles?

Lord Elsemere must not take
alcohol in the future.

His doctor has forbidden it.

Oh, the poor soul.

Come on, Kitty.

Get the bottle open, old girl!

Sure and I'm frightened
of breaking

the cork, lord Elsemere.

Never be frightened of opening
a bottle, Kitty.

That's what my old father
used to say.

No, no.

Quick.

Quickly!

Lady Elsemere said you weren't
to have any, sir!

Quack talk, Kitty!

Take my advice.

Never listen to doctors.

No!

Don't drink it!

What's going on?

Don't!

Don't drink it!

No!

What's going on?

What are you doing?

It's full of poison!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Don't think you've got away
with it, Channing!

Don't ever relax your guard!

I've waited 15 years, I
can wait another 15!

Charles?

Charles?

You don't understand
anything, do you?

I do understand.

I do understand!

Why did you stop me?

You're just as bad as
the rest of them.

When I saw the broken off
needle sticking out of the

cork, I realized--

that he'd used it to inject
poison into the bottle.

But why was it in the bin?

Probably an unsuccessful
attempt.

He's not denying anything.

The difficulty is stopping
him talking.

So why did he kill
Sharon Baker?

He overheard her on
the phone to me.

He knew that Mrs. Baker was
going to tell me that she'd

caught him putting a pass
key back in her desk.

I'd better get him down to
the station and charge him.

I should have remembered
the name Iblex.

So that was the company that
took over Charles' father's

business and ruined him.

Must have been terrible for
Charles, finding his father

after he killed himself.

We all thought that he'd
come to terms with it.

Poor Charlotte.

Oh, and I've got to go
and ring mom back.

Oh, god.

There's nothing sadder
than an empty theater.

Oh, do shut up, Laura.