The Nightmare Worlds of H.G. Wells (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Purple Pileus - full transcript
Timid shopkeeper James Coombes fantasizes about killing his selfish, greedy wife Eveline. Then whilst walking in the woods he discovers the purple pileus, a toadstool with hallucinogenic qualities, and, when he eats it, it makes him unusually masterful and happy again. He decides to carry on using it but unfortunately Eveline innocently eats some as well, with disastrous results.
Love is the greatest of allthings, greater than fame,
wealth, or knowledge.
But, like all things,
it can be eroded.
James Coombs, shopkeeper.
His wife, Evelyn.
Once there had
been love, but now,
now there was only
rank disaffection.
A man can take so
much and then, no more.
I've had words.
I've told her.
But does she listen?
NARRATOR: Although anyonewho chanced to meet him
on that Sunday afternoon mightbe surprised to learn of it,
Coombs was generally
a mild and timid man.
She's greedy,
loquacious, disloyal.
I could kill her.
She changed out
of all recognition
since I married her.
Calling me names.
Fritting away all my profits.
I'll bleeding kill
her, all right.
[music playing]
Only married me to
escape the labors
of the work room, but too stupidto do her share in the shop.
I will bleeding kill her.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: In Coombs'
heart, he knew
he would never kill his wife.
And yet, he felt he
could endure no more.
Each Sunday it started
off well enough.
[knocking]
That must be Jenny
and her new chap.
You invited Jenny?
Yes.
Well, you didn't tell me.
EVELYN COOMBS: Didn't I?
I thought I did.
Come in!
Come in.
JENNY: Hello, Evelyn!
Blasted Jenny.
EVELYN COOMBS: Such
a lovely hat, Jenny.
Ain't it just?
I was ever so taken.
Ooh, afternoon, Mr. Coombs.
Good afternoon, Jenny.
This here's my
pal, Mr. Clarence.
Good afternoon, Mr. Coombs.
JENNY: Jim?
Clear away these thingswhile I attend to our guests.
Flaming Jenny,
come around whenever
she fancies with her
gabbling chronicle
fellas and her flaming hats!
JENNY: And I said, isn'tthat the most divine hat?
And darling Clarence
only goes and offers
to go chase it for me.
EVELYN COOMBS: Oh,
how sweet of him.
Why no, Jim.
Why don't we go out
shopping this weekend?
You've already got threehats, Evie, and only one head.
Well, a lady's got
to look her best.
Quite.
[piano plays]
[SINGING] Little dolly
daydream, pride of Idaho
so don't you know?
Sunday.
Sunday!
JENNY: What's wrong
with my playing now?
Careful with that music stool.
It's not built for heavyweights.
JENNY: Don't you
worry about weights!
Can't people just
enjoy themselves?
Surely you don't hold
[inaudible] of music
on a Sunday, Mr. Coombs?
I do.
May I ask for why?
Because it don't suit me.
I don't mind rational
enjoyment at all,
but I am not having weekdaytunes played on a Sunday
in this house.
I never saw such a man as you.
You've altered all round
since we was married.
I'm a businessman.
I have to study my collection.
If you don't mean to
study my collection,
what'd you marry me for?
I wonder.
You've gone all
stiff and starched.
Never mind, Jim.
Play on, Jenny.
I tell you, I
will not have that!
No violence, now.
Who the deuce are you?
I am Jenny's intended.
I don't care who you are.
Jim!
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself,
insulting your guests.
They're not my guests.
Go on, get out, the pair of ya.
- Well!
- Go on!
Get out!
- You do no such thing!
You stay just where you are.
You are always welcome
in this house, Jenny.
You, too, Clarence.
JENNY: Right.
[piano plays]
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho.
NARRATOR: All that
remained in him now was
disappointment and loneliness.
Coombs began to realize it wasnot Evelyn's death he craved.
Serve her right
if I killed myself.
I'll hang myself.
Here.
Up a tree.
Why not here and now?
Rather good stuff.
[ethereal music]
JENNY: Such a fuss
about nothing.
See what I have to put
up with, Mr. Clarence?
He is a bit hasty.
All he cares about
is that old shop.
And if I have any
company or give myself
anything to keep
myself decent, get
any little thing I want outof the housekeeping money,
there's disagreeables.
Well, if a man values awoman, he must be prepared
to make sacrifices for her.
He was a fool to have me, ifyou don't mind me saying so.
I should have seen
it coming, Jenny.
If it wasn't for my oldfather, we shouldn't have had
not a carriage to our wedding.
Lord, he didn't
stick out at that.
For my own part,
I wouldn't think
of marrying until
I was in a position
to do the thing in style.
The fuss he makes about money.
Always coming to me withsheets of paper and figures,
pretty near crying.
Always asking me to work
in that shop, I ask ya.
I says to him, if
you wanted a slavey,
why didn't you marry one?
Instead of a respectable girl.
He don't deserve you,Evelyn, and that's a fact.
He's a little grub of a man.
A grub.
Yes, indeed.
A grub of a man.
JENNY: Grub of a man.
Oh, stop.
[laughter]
CLARENCE: Play that
tune again, Jenny.
Oh yeah, go on, Jenny.
He's a grub.
He's a grub of a man.
Oh, Mrs. Coombs.
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho,
so now you know, now you know,and when we go, when you go.
If there's something on yourmind, don't think it's you,
cause no one's gonna
kiss the girl but me.
[laughter]
In eating what he believedto be poisonous toadstools,
James Coombs had elected
to leave this world.
However, he was
completely unprepared
for the bizarre and irrationaldimensions of the new world
he had inadvertently entered.
They were not
poisonous toadstools.
JAMES COOMBS: He was veryunpleasant back home.
And all because they just wantto be out and enjoy themselves.
They were quite right, too.
I think up until now,
I've been very dull.
But I shall be dull no longer.
Thank you for the lovelycrumpets, Mrs. Coombs.
My pleasure.
Marvelous, have a bit ofa sing-song too, ain't it?
Delightful.
And I'm sorry about the
earlier disagreeables.
You're a saint for putting upwith him, Evie, you know that,
don't ya?
- I tries me best.
Putting up with
the little grub.
Oh, Mr. Clarence.
[door closes]
Here's his lordship.
He left a lion.
He'll return like
a lamb, I'll lay.
Jim.
Evie.
Evie.
Jim!
You look just like whenwe first met, only older.
JENNY: He's drunk.
CLARENCE: We're just
on our way, Mr. Coombs.
Thank you for your hospitality.
No, surely you're going.
Afraid so, Mr. Coombs.
JENNY: Come on, Clarence.
See you again soon, I hope.
Bye, Evelyn.
No!
Stay, stay.
Sing some more songs.
Here, have a toadstool.
Surely good stuff.
Perhaps not.
Not in my house.
A monster here.
Jim!
No disagreeables.
Come on, sing!
CLARENCE: Mrs. Coombs!
JAMES COOMBS: Sing man!
Sing!
All right.
All right.
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho.
Come along now!
Mr. Clarence!
We must have some merriment!
Dance with me.
What?
JAMES COOMBS: Dance with me.
No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please.
Mr. Coombs, we
are both busy men.
Too busy for merriment?
Too busy?
But that's just the problem.
We mustn't be too busy.
We must burn light as brightand as wondrous as possible!
Now come dance
with me, once more.
Dance with me!
No!
[grunts]
Evelyn assumed
Coombs behavior to be
due to overindulgence in ale.
And he did nothing todissuade her from this belief.
Naturally, relations werestrained for several days.
I don't know what to say.
I'm sure I don't.
Maybe best not say anything.
NARRATOR: Yet,
soon enough, things
returned to the old order.
However, having
tasted heaven, Coombs
found it difficult to becontent with the old order.
JAMES COOMBS: Purple pierce.
Season, late spring.
Habitat, woodlands.
Hallucinogenic.
NARRATOR: Coombs
now realized he had
been the victim of an overdose.
He believed, with
careful calculation,
he could determine exactly thecorrect dose, the dose which
would induce within
him a gentle intimation
of that blissful feelinghe so craved to know again.
In his dealings with theworld, there grew a softness
and a kindness in him.
One crusty farmhouse loaf.
Thank you, Mr. Coombs.
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho,
if there's something on yourmind don't think it's you,
cause no one's gonna
kiss the girl but me.
NARRATOR: Inevitably,
of course, there
was the occasional
miscalculation,
and he had to weather
the consequences.
Something smells nice.
It's just soup.
JAMES COOMBS: I'll get a vase.
What sort of creature are you?
[rhythmic music]
[screams]
Many a man has desire to livein a state of constant bliss.
Many a man has tried tocreate his own wonderland.
But few are able to
live there forever.
Because, in the end, thebarbarians will always arrive.
[rhythmic music]
wealth, or knowledge.
But, like all things,
it can be eroded.
James Coombs, shopkeeper.
His wife, Evelyn.
Once there had
been love, but now,
now there was only
rank disaffection.
A man can take so
much and then, no more.
I've had words.
I've told her.
But does she listen?
NARRATOR: Although anyonewho chanced to meet him
on that Sunday afternoon mightbe surprised to learn of it,
Coombs was generally
a mild and timid man.
She's greedy,
loquacious, disloyal.
I could kill her.
She changed out
of all recognition
since I married her.
Calling me names.
Fritting away all my profits.
I'll bleeding kill
her, all right.
[music playing]
Only married me to
escape the labors
of the work room, but too stupidto do her share in the shop.
I will bleeding kill her.
[music playing]
NARRATOR: In Coombs'
heart, he knew
he would never kill his wife.
And yet, he felt he
could endure no more.
Each Sunday it started
off well enough.
[knocking]
That must be Jenny
and her new chap.
You invited Jenny?
Yes.
Well, you didn't tell me.
EVELYN COOMBS: Didn't I?
I thought I did.
Come in!
Come in.
JENNY: Hello, Evelyn!
Blasted Jenny.
EVELYN COOMBS: Such
a lovely hat, Jenny.
Ain't it just?
I was ever so taken.
Ooh, afternoon, Mr. Coombs.
Good afternoon, Jenny.
This here's my
pal, Mr. Clarence.
Good afternoon, Mr. Coombs.
JENNY: Jim?
Clear away these thingswhile I attend to our guests.
Flaming Jenny,
come around whenever
she fancies with her
gabbling chronicle
fellas and her flaming hats!
JENNY: And I said, isn'tthat the most divine hat?
And darling Clarence
only goes and offers
to go chase it for me.
EVELYN COOMBS: Oh,
how sweet of him.
Why no, Jim.
Why don't we go out
shopping this weekend?
You've already got threehats, Evie, and only one head.
Well, a lady's got
to look her best.
Quite.
[piano plays]
[SINGING] Little dolly
daydream, pride of Idaho
so don't you know?
Sunday.
Sunday!
JENNY: What's wrong
with my playing now?
Careful with that music stool.
It's not built for heavyweights.
JENNY: Don't you
worry about weights!
Can't people just
enjoy themselves?
Surely you don't hold
[inaudible] of music
on a Sunday, Mr. Coombs?
I do.
May I ask for why?
Because it don't suit me.
I don't mind rational
enjoyment at all,
but I am not having weekdaytunes played on a Sunday
in this house.
I never saw such a man as you.
You've altered all round
since we was married.
I'm a businessman.
I have to study my collection.
If you don't mean to
study my collection,
what'd you marry me for?
I wonder.
You've gone all
stiff and starched.
Never mind, Jim.
Play on, Jenny.
I tell you, I
will not have that!
No violence, now.
Who the deuce are you?
I am Jenny's intended.
I don't care who you are.
Jim!
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself,
insulting your guests.
They're not my guests.
Go on, get out, the pair of ya.
- Well!
- Go on!
Get out!
- You do no such thing!
You stay just where you are.
You are always welcome
in this house, Jenny.
You, too, Clarence.
JENNY: Right.
[piano plays]
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho.
NARRATOR: All that
remained in him now was
disappointment and loneliness.
Coombs began to realize it wasnot Evelyn's death he craved.
Serve her right
if I killed myself.
I'll hang myself.
Here.
Up a tree.
Why not here and now?
Rather good stuff.
[ethereal music]
JENNY: Such a fuss
about nothing.
See what I have to put
up with, Mr. Clarence?
He is a bit hasty.
All he cares about
is that old shop.
And if I have any
company or give myself
anything to keep
myself decent, get
any little thing I want outof the housekeeping money,
there's disagreeables.
Well, if a man values awoman, he must be prepared
to make sacrifices for her.
He was a fool to have me, ifyou don't mind me saying so.
I should have seen
it coming, Jenny.
If it wasn't for my oldfather, we shouldn't have had
not a carriage to our wedding.
Lord, he didn't
stick out at that.
For my own part,
I wouldn't think
of marrying until
I was in a position
to do the thing in style.
The fuss he makes about money.
Always coming to me withsheets of paper and figures,
pretty near crying.
Always asking me to work
in that shop, I ask ya.
I says to him, if
you wanted a slavey,
why didn't you marry one?
Instead of a respectable girl.
He don't deserve you,Evelyn, and that's a fact.
He's a little grub of a man.
A grub.
Yes, indeed.
A grub of a man.
JENNY: Grub of a man.
Oh, stop.
[laughter]
CLARENCE: Play that
tune again, Jenny.
Oh yeah, go on, Jenny.
He's a grub.
He's a grub of a man.
Oh, Mrs. Coombs.
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho,
so now you know, now you know,and when we go, when you go.
If there's something on yourmind, don't think it's you,
cause no one's gonna
kiss the girl but me.
[laughter]
In eating what he believedto be poisonous toadstools,
James Coombs had elected
to leave this world.
However, he was
completely unprepared
for the bizarre and irrationaldimensions of the new world
he had inadvertently entered.
They were not
poisonous toadstools.
JAMES COOMBS: He was veryunpleasant back home.
And all because they just wantto be out and enjoy themselves.
They were quite right, too.
I think up until now,
I've been very dull.
But I shall be dull no longer.
Thank you for the lovelycrumpets, Mrs. Coombs.
My pleasure.
Marvelous, have a bit ofa sing-song too, ain't it?
Delightful.
And I'm sorry about the
earlier disagreeables.
You're a saint for putting upwith him, Evie, you know that,
don't ya?
- I tries me best.
Putting up with
the little grub.
Oh, Mr. Clarence.
[door closes]
Here's his lordship.
He left a lion.
He'll return like
a lamb, I'll lay.
Jim.
Evie.
Evie.
Jim!
You look just like whenwe first met, only older.
JENNY: He's drunk.
CLARENCE: We're just
on our way, Mr. Coombs.
Thank you for your hospitality.
No, surely you're going.
Afraid so, Mr. Coombs.
JENNY: Come on, Clarence.
See you again soon, I hope.
Bye, Evelyn.
No!
Stay, stay.
Sing some more songs.
Here, have a toadstool.
Surely good stuff.
Perhaps not.
Not in my house.
A monster here.
Jim!
No disagreeables.
Come on, sing!
CLARENCE: Mrs. Coombs!
JAMES COOMBS: Sing man!
Sing!
All right.
All right.
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho.
Come along now!
Mr. Clarence!
We must have some merriment!
Dance with me.
What?
JAMES COOMBS: Dance with me.
No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please.
Mr. Coombs, we
are both busy men.
Too busy for merriment?
Too busy?
But that's just the problem.
We mustn't be too busy.
We must burn light as brightand as wondrous as possible!
Now come dance
with me, once more.
Dance with me!
No!
[grunts]
Evelyn assumed
Coombs behavior to be
due to overindulgence in ale.
And he did nothing todissuade her from this belief.
Naturally, relations werestrained for several days.
I don't know what to say.
I'm sure I don't.
Maybe best not say anything.
NARRATOR: Yet,
soon enough, things
returned to the old order.
However, having
tasted heaven, Coombs
found it difficult to becontent with the old order.
JAMES COOMBS: Purple pierce.
Season, late spring.
Habitat, woodlands.
Hallucinogenic.
NARRATOR: Coombs
now realized he had
been the victim of an overdose.
He believed, with
careful calculation,
he could determine exactly thecorrect dose, the dose which
would induce within
him a gentle intimation
of that blissful feelinghe so craved to know again.
In his dealings with theworld, there grew a softness
and a kindness in him.
One crusty farmhouse loaf.
Thank you, Mr. Coombs.
[SINGING] Little dollydaydream, pride of Idaho,
if there's something on yourmind don't think it's you,
cause no one's gonna
kiss the girl but me.
NARRATOR: Inevitably,
of course, there
was the occasional
miscalculation,
and he had to weather
the consequences.
Something smells nice.
It's just soup.
JAMES COOMBS: I'll get a vase.
What sort of creature are you?
[rhythmic music]
[screams]
Many a man has desire to livein a state of constant bliss.
Many a man has tried tocreate his own wonderland.
But few are able to
live there forever.
Because, in the end, thebarbarians will always arrive.
[rhythmic music]