All language subtitles for The.Deadly.Bees.1966.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG_English

Hmm, mostly routine
stuff as usual.

Why on earth has this one
come to the ministry?

It's quite an interesting
one though,

fellow reckons he developed
a strain of killer bees.

Fantastic!

Oh, not him again.

- Chap on Seagull Island, isn't it?
- That's right.

Have you heard from
him before then?

Heard from him?

No, we must have filled about
half a dozen waste paper baskets

with bumph from him
over the years.

Nutty as a fruit cake, he is.
And his bees.

Well, he says unless you
take him seriously this time,

he's going to prove his point
once and for all

and unleash his bees
to kill someone.

You don't think
he means it, do you?

Well now, these are for you
to sign for the studio,

and three or four
for the kids outside.

Oh, Vicki, for goodness' sake,
what's the matter with you?

I'm so tired. I'm exhausted.

Sweetie, come on now,
it's not like you.

It's only one number,

then you're gonna have a nice rest
in the car on the way to the theater.

Two shows and then home to bed.

And I'll switch the phone off
until tomorrow morning.

Thank you, "The Birds".

I'm sure we all wish
them the very best

on their forthcoming
tour of America.

Now, kids, here she is,
this week's guest star,

the very lovely Vicki Robbins.

Three weeks, doctor?

Do you know what
that could mean to us?

I know what it means
to Miss Robbins.

And I'm afraid as her manager you'll just
have to suffer your ten percent of the pain.

Well, of course, doctor, Vicki's health
is all that really matters but.

Good.

Then you'll have no objection if
I take the law into my own hands

and arrange her
convalescence right away.

Where are you sending her?

I've an old friend who has
a farm on Seagull Island.

Hello?

I want to make a personal call
please, to a Mr. Ralph Hargrove.

Mary, answer that phone!

Hello?

- Hargrove speaking.
- George.

Hello, George.

Haven't heard from you for ages.

Who?

Yeah.

Tomorrow for two weeks?
That's all right.

It's out of season, but if she doesn't
mind taking us as she finds us.

All right I'll meet you both tomorrow.

Yeah.

See you. Bye now.

A paying guest at this time of the
year, you must be out of your mind.

She's a patient of
a very old friend of mine.

She's coming whether
you like it or not.

I'll get a girl up from
the village to give you a hand.

Yes, you'll like that, won't you?

Hello, David.

Morning, Mr. Hargrove.
What can I get you?

The usual.

Make it a double, will you?

What will you have?

I'll have a half of bitter,
thanks very much.

On the slate, I suppose?

But of course. Is Doris about?

She's in the kitchen.

You wanna see her
about something special?

I've got someone coming to
stay for a couple of weeks

and wondered if she'd give
us a hand in the house.

Mrs. Hargrove not too good then?

Not brilliant, no.

Doris?

- Doris!
- Coming.

Yes?

Mr. Hargrove wants to ask you a favor.

You want something?

Would you like to
come up to the farm

and give us a hand in the house
for a couple of weeks?

I've got a guest arriving.

I'd love to.

Good.

Who's coming?

Oh, some singer, Vicki Robbins.

Vicki Robbins?

That should make us
quite a tourist attraction.

- Have you seen Tess's meat?
- Pardon?

The dog's meat,
have you seen it?

Oh, it's in the larder, I think,
would you like me to go and look?

No, I'll go.

She'll only take it
from me, anyway.

Doris, the place
looks marvelous.

I don't know what I would
have done without you.

It's all right.
I'm only too glad to help.

Yes, well, I'd better get
down and meet the boat.

Come along.

Your room is through here.

- Hello, who are you then?
- That's Tess.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- I'm Doris.
- Oh, yes.

Mr. Hargrove told me about you.

I hope you like the room.

- Yes, it's very nice.
- Good.

Oh, um, the bathroom,
it's up here.

Bathroom?

I hope you're not gonna find it too
dull on this island, Miss Robbins.

No!

I think it's gonna be great.

Doris tells me you're quite
a celebrity, Miss Robbins.

If it's peace and quiet you want
you've come to the right place.

- No screaming teenagers here.
- It's perfect.

I'm beginning to feel
better already.

Have some more toast,
Miss Robbins.

No, thank you, Mrs. Hargrove,
and the honey was delicious.

Why thank you,
do you know something?

We grow our own,
specialty of the house.

Don't encourage him,
Miss Robbins.

He spends far too much time
with those bees as it is,

instead of running the farm.

My wife doesn't seem to realize the
amount of work involved in bee farming.

As far as I'm concerned,
it's worth every moment.

I've never tasted honey like it.

Are you very fond of animals,
Miss Robbins?

Yes, I am, especially dogs.

Ah, excuse me.

Have a pleasant day,
Miss Robbins.

Why don't you go for a walk
or something?

Yes, I'd like that.
May I take her with me?

Yes, of course,
she'd love a walk.

She certainly seems
to have taken to you.

- Hello?
- She never leaves me as a rule.

Oh, Miss Robbins, telephone.

Hang on, she's just coming.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hello!

Now nothing to do
with work, baby.

Just calling to see
that you've arrived safely.

- Yes, I'm fine.
- Good.

- It sure is great here.
- Good, that's it,

you have a nice rest.

Yeah, bye.

That was my agent, he worries
about me all the time.

Come on, Tess.
Bye, Mrs. Hargrove.

Oh, by the way,
where are the hives?

I'd love to have a look
at them on the way out.

He doesn't like people
round the hive.

He says it disturbs the bees.

In that case,
I'll keep out of their way.

Come on, Tess.

Here, fetch it!

Good girl.

Tess, Tess?

Come on, girl.

Tess? Tess? Tess?

Tess? Tess?

Tess?

Come on, out you go.

Hello!

You're Miss Robbins, aren't you?

Hello, I hope Tess
hasn't done any damage.

Oh, I shouldn't think so.

Come in, come along, dear.

We'll have a look.

You stay there, Tess.

I heard you were staying
at the Hargroves.

My name is Manfred.

Oh, come along, dear.

Well, they don't seem to
have broken anything.

What a beautiful room.

Look at these butterflies.
Did you catch them yourself?

Yes, I did, it's one of my hobbies.
Oh, that and my bees.

Oh, you keep bees too?

- Yes.
- I didn't see any hives.

No, you wouldn't have,
I haven't got any in this house.

Uh, come, there you go,
look I'll show you.

I had my apiary built here so
that I can keep an eye on them,

see they don't get up to any mischief.

Fascinating, aren't they?

Look, uh
Would you like a cup of tea?

No, thank you. I had an enormous
breakfast before I left the farm.

Good. How are they looking
after you at the Hargroves?

Oh, very well, thank you.

Splendid.

Well, I'll say we're all delighted
to have you on the island,

I hope you're enjoying
your stay with us.

Um, look if you're not
too busy sometime,

perhaps you'd like to come
over and have tea with me.

Sample some
of my delicious honey.

It's much better than Hargrove's
but don't tell him I said so.

I'd love that.

Can I help you?

No, no, I was wondering
if I could borrow this book.

I was looking at Mr. Manfred's
bees this afternoon.

I got quite interested.

I realize you don't know much
about life here on the island,

but may I suggest
you take my advice

and don't repeat
your visit to Mr. Manfred.

It's dangerous to involve yourself
in matters you don't understand.

- Like what?
- Like, um...

Bees, Miss Robbins.

Turn out the light
when you finish, hmm?

So you're back?

I thought I'd married a farmer, not a
vet, up at odd hours of the night.

I wasn't aware
that I was disturbing you.

Anyway I have some rather
important work I've got to do.

Work? It's a great pity you
couldn't manage a little of

that during the day round the farm.

My farm.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- What time is it?
- Nine o'clock.

It's a gorgeous day.
Did you sleep well?

Like a top, once I got to sleep.

- Doris?
- Yes?

Nothing.

You stay there, Tess.

What are you doing in here?

Just looking around.
Do you mind?

No.

Well, I shouldn't have thought there
was much to interest you in a stable.

I do a lot of riding.

I'm fond of horses.

Are you?

Well, if you thought you were
going to get some riding here,

I'm afraid you're out of luck,
the mare is sick.

The vet told me to keep her
stabled and very quiet,

so if you don't mind.

Get out of here!

Do you mind if I use your phone?
I thought I'd ring my agent.

Well, I just tried
to use it myself,

it's out of order again.

- Does that often happen?
- Yes, I'm afraid it does.

Anyway, I was going
to take a walk.

I expect Mr. Manfred's
got a phone.

No idea, I'm sure.

We don't see much of
Mr. Manfred.

My husband doesn't like him.

Thank you.

I've checked that number again
on Seagull Island.

It's still out of order.

Well, see if there's another phone on the
island where they'll take a message.

If we don't get her back here
for the recording on Tuesday,

we won't have a number
in the charts for Christmas.

Get me directory
inquiries, please.

After all I've done
for that girl.

And she's off enjoying
herself at a time like this.

It must have been about two o'clock
when everything seemed to happen.

What do you mean?

Noises from the stable, and people
wandering around in the yard.

I don't mind telling you I soon locked
the door and hid under the bedclothes.

You're sure you didn't
dream all this?

Well, I thought I might
have done at first.

Then this morning, I
went into the stable

and saw these terrible hypodermic
punctures all over that wretched horse!

Fancy that.

You're very observant,
aren't you?

Mary! Answer that phone!

Hello?

Stop feeding that animal
for just one minute!

No, I can't.

He's the only friend I've got
around this place.

Well, thank you for the coffee.

Oh, you're very welcome.

Now, you're not to worry.

- Okay.
- All right?

- Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.

I'm going down the pub,
do you want to come?

- Oh, well.
- Come on, it will do you good.

All right.

Tess.

Tess!

David?

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Mr. Hargrove.

Oh, that's all right.

Miss Robbins? This is the girl
we have staying with us.

This is Dave Hawkins, our host,
and our special constable.

My daughter's told me
all about you, Miss Robbins.

I'm not as with it as she is but I'm
glad to meet you just the same.

- Me too.
- Er, right, What'll we have?

He did this.

He did it.

Him and his horrible bees.

What are you doing?
You must be mad!

You'll set the whole
place alight!

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone!
Get away from me!

- What do you think you're doing?
- Leave me alone!

- What do you think you're doing?
- They killed the dog.

What's the matter with you,
have you gone out of your mind?

I don't want to...

For God's sake!

Must have been a terrible scene.

I wish Doris
wouldn't go up there.

Yeah.

Yes, he seemed
a nice little dog.

Mrs. Hargrove must
have been very upset.

She was. Doris told me.

Blamed Hargrove
for the whole thing.

Tried to burn down
the bee hives.

Did she?

You know it's most unusual
that Hargrove

should allow his bees
to get out of control like that.

He's a very experienced
beekeeper.

Strange.

Poor little dog.

What time do you want lunch,
Mrs. Hargrove?

Whatever time he gets back
from that pub of yours.

Well, when will that be?

Well, didn't he tell you?

You say what happened to Tess
almost happened to you?

Yes.

Yes, and very probably
the same bees.

The same bees?

The same species.

Look, come here.

Now...

Here is a worker bee.

It's one of my own
from my apiary.

There's nothing
unusual about it.

Except that it's dead,
of course.

And as you can see,
it has quite an ordinary sting.

Ordinary?

Yes, unpleasant,
but quite ordinary.

Now this bee

ls not only twice as big,

but lethal.

Lethal?

It was one of a swarm that
was sent to attack my hives.

Sent?

But how can bees be sent?

Well that's what
I'd like to know.

Because this large
bee, this killer bee

is not of any known species.

Somebody must be breeding them.

But surely you and Mr. Hargrove

are the only beekeepers
on the island.

The other day you said
I was dreaming things,

I think it's your turn now.

Anyway, if I thought
what you were saying was true,

I wouldn't stay at the
farm a moment longer.

In fact I'd get the next
boat off the island.

The next boat?

But I'm afraid the next
boat off the island

doesn't leave until next week.

Good night, Mrs. Hargrove.

- I can't believe it.
- Well, it's true.

It seems to me too much of a coincidence
that this should happen twice.

I'm going up to the
Hargrove farm.

I'm coming with you.

Look, Doris, I know you're old enough
to lead a life of your own.

But I think you should stop
going up to the Hargrove farm.

I'm sorry, dad, I'm going.

I suppose I better get back
to the pub and radio the police,

they'll send over an inspector and a
doctor first thing in the morning.

Is that necessary?

There'll have to be
a post-mortem.

I think I want to stay the
night, dad, if you don't mind.

Eighty and still here,
twelve letters.

Eighty and still here,
twelve letters.

How about octogenarian?

Yes, yes, that's it,
thanks old man.

- O-c-t-o...
- Yes, thank you.

- I say, did you see this?
- See what?

Well this paragraph here...

"Woman stung to death
on Seagull Island by bees."

Yes. Now then, six down.

Do you think it has anything to do with
that chap who keeps writing to us?

Six down, Jewel in four letters.

It does seem a bit of a
coincidence, don't you think?

No question of foul play?

No, it's a most
unusual case, I know,

but it has been known before,
there's no foul play at all.

- They'll have to be an inquest, of course.
- Just a formality.

Ask him to come in now,
please, Hawkins.

Very good, sir.

He inspector wants to see you,
Mr. Harg rove.

Thank you, David.

Ah, Mr. Hargrove,

I'll try to get the
coroner around tomorrow,

I'll let Hawkins know later today.

Just one thing,

You're quite sure the only other person
on the farm at the time was Miss Robbins?

Quite sure.
She was in her room all the time.

She's a guest here?

Yes, she was sent here
by a psychiatrist,

apparently she suffered
a severe mental breakdown.

She's still a little strange.

Well, we don't need
to bother her now,

but she will be required
at the inquest, Hawkins.

But if those bees
attacked your hives,

why weren't you killed?

You see my two little
cardinal birds.

Now gently, they're very timid.

The male bird is
singing to his mate.

You can just see
his throat moving.

Now, the female bird can hear
that song, fortunately,

but the human ear cannot.

Most human ears, that is.

- But how can a bird.
- Oh, no, no, not a bird,

a moth, a death's-head moth,
now this is one.

They get their name because of the
death's head they carry on their back.

Now these moths,
it's quite incredible,

they can make
a very high-pitched note

which hypnotizes the bees.

Whilst the bees
are so hypnotized,

the moths invade the hive
and steal their honey.

But that still doesn't explain
why you didn't get killed?

Yes, that was a matter of luck.

I just happened to be
working on my apiary

and I had my gloves and veil

and I was able to drive
them off with smoke.

But the second time,
I was ready for them.

I had made a recording of a note

that was of the very same frequency
as that made by the moth.

Just audible to the human ear.

I was then able to hypnotize
these deadly killer bees

just long enough to capture
one or two of them.

Three.

I killed three.

Look I'll demonstrate
with my own bees.

Now it's all right, as long as
they can hear the note,

they won't come out.

But why should Hargrove
or whoever it was

want to destroy your bees?

Well, he didn't want
to destroy my bees.

I think he wanted to destroy me.

But if that's true all you have
to do is go to the police.

They'll just laugh at me.

What proof do I have?
A few dead bees.

No, now somewhere
at the Hargrove farm,

there must be some proof.

Really he must keep some
record of what he's doing.

I just wonder where he keeps it.

Well He did seem very annoyed

when I went near his
desk the other day.

Really?

Well perhaps that's
where he keeps it.

I don't suppose you could...

Mr. Manfred, so far we have
no proof of these accusations.

I can't get myself involved.

Why don't we just wait and see
what happens at the inquest?

Miss Robbins, you've been
staying at the Hargrove farm

for the last week or two,
have you not?

- Yes.
- Why?

My doctor recommended it.

- He knows Mr. Hargrove.
- I see.

Miss Robbins, can you tell
this inquiry anything

that might help me to
decide the circumstances

that led to
Mrs. Hargrove's death?

No.

Did you notice anything
unusual that day?

No.

Were you at the farm on the day
that Mrs. Hargrove's dog was killed?

Yes.

And you still noticed
nothing unusual?

No.

Yes, I do remember.

The dog seemed very interested
with something near the stable,

and then Mr. Hargrove
drove him away.

Miss Robbins, do you
know anything about bees?

No, nothing.

Thank you, Miss Robbins,
you may stand down.

Thank you.

Mr. Hargrove, would you
take the chair, please?

Mr. Hargrove, you keep bees
on your farm, do you not?

Yes.

Have you ever been
stung by them?

All beekeepers receive stings
from time to time.

But have you ever
been stung by yours?

Often.

Have they ever attacked you in
force as they did your wife?

Never.

Can you account for the fact that
they stung your wife to death?

No.

Is there anything you can tell this
court which would help it to establish

the exact cause of your wife's death?

The cause should be obvious,
she was stung to death by bees.

And her dog?

Same thing.

Why did you drive
her dog away from the stable?

It was in the way.

Can you give this court any reason

why it should not order
your hives to be destroyed?

- My bees were not responsible.
- Whose were, then?

I, uh... I'm not sure.

Mr. Hargrove,
was your wife insured?

Yes.

And you were the
only beneficiary?

You now have her farm,
for instance?

Yes.

Very well, Mr. Hargrove,
you may stand down.

Yes, I agree.

Well in view of the doctor's report
and the evidence I've heard,

I have no alternative but to declare
a verdict of death by misadventure.

This court is closed.

Hargrove must have been
trying out his bees on me

to make sure that
the scheme would work

before sending the bees
to attack his wife.

After this there's no knowing
what he will do.

And still we have no proof.

Can't we tell the police
to examine his hives?

They'll find nothing there.

The killer bees will be
hidden away somewhere.

Vicki, Hargrove wouldn't dare
try anything else, not yet a while.

Would you please help me
before it's too late?

What can I do?

Ah, yes, this seems
to be the formula.

Just put that light on,
would you?

Now...

Let's have a proper look.

Does it make any sense to you?

I have a theory.

We know that the sound
of the death's-head moth

can hypnotize the bees.

I think Hargrove must have found

or at least must be working
on some form of chemical

that will mobilize
the bees to attack.

There was that business
with the horse, wasn't there?

Yes, I think I've got it.

- Hargrove's formula?
- Adrenaline.

Have you ever heard
of the smell of fear?

I thought that was
just an expression?

A chemical.

Suddenly released
into the bloodstream

and carried to the surface
by the sweat glands

in the form of ammonia.

All animals and insects
and especially bees

are strongly attracted and
sometimes aggravated by

this odor. Now if Hargrove

found some way of concentrating
this smell of fear...

And.

And if he could find some way of

getting it onto his victims,

no person would be safe.

He could send his bees anywhere.

And attack anyone.

Then he did kill his wife.

What can we do?

Well, I think we'd better
get these back

before Hargrove realizes
they're missing.

Miss Robbins!

Miss Robbins, can you hear me?

Ralph!

Ralph!

- Ralph! Q"'°kly! Ralph!

She'll be all right.

Get rid of those towels.

Tess!

Ralph!

Miss Robbins, she's going!

Hey! Come back here!

What do you think you're doing?

Doris, give me the car keys,
quickly.

Land-rover badly damaged?

Well, I understand that
it's in a bit of a mess.

I thought you ought
to know about it.

Well, I think so,
I'll go and have a look it.

Had quite a day
up there, haven't we?

Why?

Well, Doris tells me that Miss
Robbins was attacked by the bees.

- Is she badly stung?
- No, luckily.

Suffering from shock of course but
otherwise she's all right, apparently.

- Very lucky escape.
- Yeah, very lucky.

I'll tell you one good thing
about this though.

Her evidence might enable me to get
an order to examine those hives.

I'll get to the bottom of
this once and for all.

Come on, drink this, Vicki.

You all right?

Doris, I've got
to get out of here.

You can't leave the island.

Well, there isn't another
boat until tomorrow.

- But you don't understand.
- It's all right.

You're perfectly safe now.

Try and get some rest.

I'll get these cleaned.

I'll be back later.

I'm going now, Ralph.

I'll see you at the pub later.

Oh, yes, all right, dear.

I'll probably be down.

Mr. Hargrove,
I'm terribly sorry.

Manfred, I'm sick and tired of
your bees swarming on my property.

Quite unintentional, I can't
think what makes them do it.

Well, that's your problem.

It's very stupid of me, I know,

but as I only keep
bees in a small way,

I'm not an expert like yourself.

You realize of course, I have
every legal right to keep them.

Ah, oh have you?
Oh, I didn't know that.

Oh, no but I'm sure that as a friend and
neighbor you would never do such a thing.

By the way, how's Miss Robbins?

She's all right.

I have thought of asking her over
for a cup of tea or something.

Well, you'll have to ask her some
other time, she's out walking.

I only hope the lack of frames
doesn't cause my bees

to swarm again, that's all.

They'd better not swarm here.

Ah! Well - And do me a favor.

Organize your hives, will you?

Will you tell Doris that I'd
like her back at 8 o'clock?

We shall be rather busy
in the bar tonight.

Well, Doris left about er
Well over an hour ago.

Oh, good.

Well, take more care
in future, won't you?

Yes, sir, I did see a small paragraph
in the paper a few days ago, sir,

but I didn't think
anything of it, sir.

Yes, sir?

Well, sir, I didn't think
you'd wish to be bothered

with any trifling
coincidence like that, sir.

Yes, sir.

No, sir, I'm afraid Harcourt
isn't in today, sir.

Tomorrow morning, sir.

Yes, of course, sir.

Yes, yes, don't worry, sir,

I'll have him on his way
first thing in the morning.

Vicki.

We'll get you off this island
as soon as there's a boat.

But in the meantime
you're perfectly safe here.

Now I'll be back before lunch

and perhaps you'll feel
more like eating something then.

- You're not leaving me?
- Well I have to.

I must get inside
the Hargrove farm.

But why?

Well, we've got very nearly
all the evidence we need

but there are still one or two pieces
necessary to complete the Jigsaw.

But I got you all those papers.

Yes.

But there was that book
that Hargrove saw you reading.

Um, perhaps if you could
get hold of that...

Well, that might help us.

Can you remember the title?

Yes, um.

Something by a man
called Simmins.

"Bee farming."

Hargrove will never
let you take it.

Well, we could try, can't we?

And after all you've been through,
well, we mustn't let you down.

Be careful, won't you?

I can look after myself,
don't you worry.

Now you just take it easy.

I'll be back before lunch
and I'll get that book somehow.

Is there anything
that I can do to help?

Yes, you can help me find out
who's responsible for all this.

Well, you heard what the coroner
said after Mrs. Hargrove.

The police are due here
first thing in the morning

and I intend to get this thing
sorted out before they get here.

Why? What are you going to do?

Well, first I'm going to
question Miss Robbins.

Why Miss Robbins?

Because I think there's a lot
more she could tell us.

Yes.

You realize of course, that she came
straight here from the nursing home?

She suffered a severe
mental breakdown.

Yes, I know.

Well, that may account
for her behavior.

All right, I'll get her bags.

Excuse me.

Well, that's all her gear.

Yes, I'm afraid she was quite
adamant about staying at my place.

So what can I do?

I couldn't care less.

Oh, I say, Hargrove.

I wonder if I could borrow your copy
of the Simmins' book on bee farming.

I've mislaid mine
and I'm a bit lost without it.

Yes, I have got one somewhere.
I Shan't be a minute.

- Here.
- Thank you.

I'm getting very untidy
at the cottage these days.

I can't find a thing.
But there you are,

one of the advantages of having
a wife to look after you.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

Did you?

Well, thank you for the book.
I'll bring it over tomorrow.

Keep it.

Hello?

- Feeling better?
- Yes.

Well, Vicki,

I'm now absolutely certain as
to how Hargrove controls his bees.

Did you find it in the book?

All I needed to know.

But if the book
was so important...

Why did he lend it to you?

Well...

It required a certain amount
of cunning on my part to get it.

I left him very angry,

and of course I had
his precious book.

Well, now we can tell the police.

Yes. First thing in the morning.

But surely we can tell
Mr. Hawkins.

No!

Mr. Hawkins is too upset.
Doris is still very ill.

I thought we'd have some tea.

Would you like to pour?

What are you doing?

Just making a few preparations.

The bees are getting angry.

Why?

They're getting ready to swarm.

Well, obviously you know
that I've been lying.

The killer bees are mine.

Not Hargrove's.

Well, these are they.

I've got thousands
and thousands of them.

Hargrove knew as well.

He started experimenting
himself.

So I fixed him.

You see, Vicki, your coming
to the Hargrove farm

was a godsend in a way.

Hargrove had suspected
for some time..

That I'd developed
a new strain of bees,

that I could send anywhere
and attack anyone.

And he tried to find out
how I did it.

So I arranged for my bees
to attack him.

I'd placed the liquid
which attracts the bees

on one of his buckets.

Unfortunately Mrs. Hargrove
got it on herself

and the bees killed her.

Mind you,
everyone blamed Hargrove.

Including you.

But I still didn't know how close
he was to my little secret.

That was why I sent you
to photograph his papers.

And after that, I'm afraid,
I no longer had any use for you.

I made sure that you got
the smell of fear on yourself.

You escaped.

And poor Doris, well I hadn't
intended the bees to attack her.

Fortunately she dropped the cardigan
and escaped with only a few stings.

You thought it was Hargrove
who tried to kill you.

So you came to me for protection

and stayed here while I
went to get rid of Hargrove.

The Simmins book
was just an excuse.

Well, obviously I already had a copy

but I pretended I
wanted to borrow his.

Harg rove,

I wonder if I could borrow your copy
of the Simmins book on bee farming.

I've mislaid mine
and I'm a bit lost without it.

Yes, I've got one somewhere.
I shan't be a minute.

And while Hargrove
was looking for the book,

I placed the liquid

which attracts the
bees on his jacket.

You killed Hargrove?

Yes, I think he was
trying to pinch my idea.

Do you know, Vicki,

there are very few
people that I dislike

but I couldn't stand Hargrove.
He was so rude.

I mean just imagine what
would have happened

if my bees had gotten
into the hands

of an irresponsible
villain like Hargrove.

He treated Mrs. Hargrove
abominably.

Don't leave me, Vicki!

I'm talking to you.

You see...

I have to kill you.

Hawkins, don't move!

No!

No! Get back!

No!

Hawkins, drop that jacket!

Get rid of that jacket.

Go to hell!

Don't you understand it was my jacket
the bees were attacking and not you?

- Your jacket?
- Yes.

Manfred was here
about an hour ago.

Obviously he treated my jacket
in some way with something

so that his bees
would attack me.

His bees killed my wife
and attacked your daughter!

Don't you understand,
the man's a homicidal maniac!

Now first I will
immobilize the bees.

I've made this

especially for you, Vicki.

Vicki!

No!

Grab that axe out of the rover!

Help me!

Goodbye, Vicki.

I suppose the pop world will seem
pretty dull after Seagull Island.

Yes, it will seem quite restful.

- Bye now.
- Bye.

See you, Dave.