All language subtitles for flavia_2026_csaladi_krimi_gepi

Chemistry is everything.

Energy, elements, invisible bones.

And me, Flavia Deleuze.

I inherited my love of both chemistry
and adventure from my mother, Harriet,

whose lab this is.

In fact, I was almost born on one of her
adventures during the war, according to

father.

Glad to see your appetite come back.

It's these canapas. I just can't stop
eating them.

Oh, dear. They're awful.

Right.

I'm off to say that about a stamp.

What, another?

This one, my darling, is a British guy
on a two -stepped cotton reel once aimed

by King Hoodoo.

Gosh, how thrilling.

Goodbye, Ratty.

Goodbye, Lord.

May I?

Go on then.

Hey, there's a meal.

Thank you.

I see.

Now, wiring walls, shake them.

Hold it, I'll do it.

Let's go.

Carl. What?

I can get us to London in four days.
Three if the wind is with us.

Harriet, next time the nest sends you on
a mission, could you let me know about

it?

You know I'm not allowed to discuss it.
Perhaps when we get to the airfield, I

should take the yoke out.

I know it's your plane, but... Okay, I
suppose just this one.

Do hurry, darling, or there'll be three
of us on the plane.

OK, ready?

Oh, ready?

Isn't she perfect? She is.

Oh. Harriet.

Haviland. Auntie.

Daphne and Ophelia.

Good morning, Aunt Felicity.

Mrs. Merritt.

Well, let's see this baby.

Girls, follow me, please.

Mold warp.

Felicity, meet Flavia Sabine Deleuze.

Yes, indeed.

We have a new fledgling in the nest.

I think she might just have the stuff.

Right then. I haven't much time.

Ah, our Cairo agent gave me this shawl.

Here you are.

Let's see.

Knit, purl.

Knit, knit, purl.

Some kind of secret code.

Well done, Harriet. This will ruin
Hitler's day.

Knit the mullet? Yes, ma 'am.

Watch the sunrise on a tropical

But just remember darling

Mother taught me that chemistry is the
story of how everything, the whole of

creation, is held together by invisible
bonds.

And the more energy you put into these
bonds, the harder they are to break.

If only it were the same for family.

Flavia, open up!

What's the password?

Open up, it's an emergency!

What kind of emergency?

What have you done with Mummy's pearls,
you odious prawn?

We know you felched them.

I'm not the keeper of your trinkets.

Moldwarp. Pignut.

Why do you two always gang up on me?

Shall we tell her?

It's time.

We're not really your sisters.

What? Mummy picked you up at the home
for unwed mothers.

I don't believe you. Besides, everyone
always says I look just like Harriet.

yes. That's why she chose you. Because
of the resemblance.

That's ridiculous.

No, honestly, I'll never forget Mummy.

Those were Mummy's pull.

She left them for me.

Do you want to know something else?

You're the reason Mummy never came back.

She couldn't bear to look at your ugly
face a moment longer.

Any fool can see it's an ordinary
misperforation.

Good morning, Father Dan. Ah, girl.

Most manner of love, yeah?

Nearly 12.

Charles Darwin once said that the
fiercest competition for survival comes

one's own pride.

Clearly, he had sisters.

No, this won't do.

I always say better three hours too
early than a minute too late.

To tell you the truth, Father, Daphne
and I are quite concerned about Flavia.

True. She's becoming positively feral.

Feral?

All her time in Uncle Tar's laboratory
doing God knows what.

Well, your mother loved that laboratory.

Well, she used Mummy's pearls as one of
her beastly experiments.

And her language.

You wouldn't believe the things that
come out of her mouth.

The other day she told me to put a lock
in it.

I think she gets it from the wireless.

Sure to be sent away, really. To a
proper school.

Hello, Father.

Sisters dear.

Beast, how did you get out? I tied my
thumb together.

Moron.

Flavia, a word.

How was the Royal Stamp Exhibition,
Father?

You were going up to examine a pair of
inverted jennies, weren't you?

Well, yes, not bad, thank you. But the
real excitement was a complete set.

Of Rhodesian admirals.

Father is incapable of thinking of dance
and discipline at the same time.

Entirely ungummed.

Gosh, how thrilling.

Here we are.

Hot air at the oven.

Baked rabbit and onions.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Mallett. And I have
a special treat for supper.

A custard pie.

Oh, really, Mrs. Mallett, you needn't go
to such trouble. No trouble at all,

sir. I know how the girls depreciate it.

What is that?

A dead bird.

You can see that, Flavia. It went on its
beak.

Golly.

Penny black, isn't it, Flav?

Dispose of that thing.

At once, please, Mrs. Mullet.

Yes, Queen.

I'm not full of it.

It's a bit of puns and dead fur.

We're not done with you, Moldwarp.
Hignut.

A penny black.

What?

Yes, miss?

Place contact arms B and C directly on
the lobes of cam C.

All right. Now, please.

Blast. Might it be the battery?

Might be anything.

Mrs. Harriet took such care of her car,
but after she went away, she...

Something wrong, miss?

It's only the...

Daphne and Ophelia were saying that I
was adopted.

Families.

They're a bit like a chemistry set.

Some people, your sisters, for example,
quite basic elements.

Others are much rarer, like Argon.

And you, Ness.

Thanks, Duggar.

Leaves of three letter B, right?

Poison Ivy, I believe it was Confucius
who said, on a journey to revenge, be

sure to dig two graves.

Most chemists have a favorite corner of
their craft.

Mine happens to be poison.

This is the way the ancient alchemists
practiced their art.

Heat and steam.

Action and reaction.

Frost and flame.

Maybe there are more things like that.

We've known each other since we were in
short pants at Greyminster.

You are a lot despicable.

Teasdale was too kind to you.

Teasdale? Oh, copper.

It's exactly 30 years since we killed
him.

Be reasonable.

What's a couple of thousand to you? You
must have come into a fair bid with

Harriet. Shut your filthy mouth.

Now, what are you going to do with that,
huh?

Flash me over the head, eh?

You don't have it in you, Jack.

Don't push me.

That's odd.

Oh, Harriet, my love, where are you?

My darling, it's all catching up to me.

So good?

I know that smell.

The body.

In the garden.

Where's your father?

In Harriet's car.

I'll have to ring the police.

Good morning.

Good.

You must be Mr. Luce.

Flavia, please.

I'm Inspector Hewitt.

Detective Sergeant Walmer, Detective
Sergeant Graves. Is your father at home?

He is.

But he's in disgust.

Good morning, sir.

Morning. Everything all right, Flavia?

Perfectly, Mrs. Mollett. Thank you.

Well, Inspector, I suppose you'd like to
take a deco at the corpse?

Corpse, did you say?

I'm afraid so, Mrs. Mollett. Yes.

Good Lord.

Follow me, Inspector.

as signs of rigor mortis and lividity,
as well as early signs of putrefaction.

Thank you, Mr. Luce.

We'll take it from here.

Thank you.

When you're ready, find out where the
father is.

Yes, sir.

Graphite?

Yes, that's right, miss.

Just like they use in your school
pencils.

But the police use it for...
Fingerprints.

And that would be luminal.

Use the test for haemoglobin.

Mr. Luce, do you think you could find
anyone who might make us a cup of tea?

Do you think you could manage to rustle
something up?

I'll see what can be arranged,
Inspector.

Thank you.

Oh, and we'll come in for it.

No need for you to come out again.

That's how it is.

The only female in sight was promptly
enlisted to trot off and boil some

I saw something up.

Take me for a cowboy.

Shouldn't you be at breakfast?

The police are asking for some tea.

Tea? But I haven't made any biscuits.

I shouldn't go to any great effort.

Biscuits.

Biscuits. There we are.

Boot. Sorry I'm late.

I had to speak to the police.

About the body.

Which I found in the garden.

Murdered, most likely.

Well, who was it, then?

No idea.

Was there much blood?

Not a drop.

How did he die, then?

My money's on poison.

Perhaps he ate some of Mrs Mullet's
cooking.

Actually, I noticed a slice of pie
missing.

Did either of you eat some?

No. Of course not.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

The telephone?

It's in the cupboard under the stairs.

Thank you.

extremely athletic individual.

That and Detective Sergeant Graves.

I think I'm just going to go and change
my jumper.

Better put on some lipstick while you're
at it. You're looking a tad peaky.

Coroner.

Flavia.

First corpse.

Always the hardest.

Stays with you the longest.

Morning, Fred.

Morning, Inspector.

Anyone we know?

Wouldn't seem like it. No
identification.

Empty pockets.

Oh, we do have reason to believe he may
have recently travelled from Norway.

Typical, isn't it?

Bloody Norwegians.

Can't they die at home?

Quite. Would you care to speculate on
time of death?

Have a guess.

Midnight? Mm -mm.

Good morning, you... Duggar!

I understand, sir. I just still need
your fingerprint. Step back.

Steady on, Duggar.

I've got him covered.

Mr Luther.

That you don't move.

I'm so sorry.

Is it broken?

I borrowed it yesterday to cut a bit of
twine and I might have jammed the blade.

Mr Luce.

A word, if I may.

Who was that man to whom you were just
speaking?

Dogger. First name?

Flavia. Fly.

Mr Luce.

I warn you, I will brook no frivolity.

I serve His Majesty King George VI, and
King George VI is not a frivolous man.

Do I make myself quite clear?

Yes, Inspector.

His name is Arthur, Arthur Dogger.

Arthur Dogger. And he's the gardener
here?

Well, now, yes.

Now?

He was a medical student before the war.

He and father were prisoners of war
together at the fall of Singapore.

Spent time in Changi prison camp.

And then Dogger was put to work on the
death railway in Burma.

How appalling.

When he got back, his nerves were... Do
you mean to say

that perhaps Mr Dogger is happiest in
the garden?

Now, Mr Loose.

Who discovered the body?

I did.

Well, that must have been a terrible
shock.

Shock? It's the most interesting thing
that's ever happened to me.

Devastating.

Close my eyes.

Colonel DeLuca.

I found him in the coach house, sir.
Hold up in an old motor car. Who are

Why are you in my house?

Inspector Hewitt.

Hindley Constabulary, sir.

Right, well.

Is there a problem, Inspector?

You could say that, sir.

A corpse has turned up in your garden.

Mudded? Well, we haven't ascertained
that yet.

May I ask you a few questions, sir?

Yes, of course.

You were outside the house since last
evening?

Yes, I went out of the coach house where
the detective sergeant found me.

Do you recall what time you left, sir?

It was around three in the morning.

You aren't telling me what you were
doing there, sir.

I mind very much.

Indeed.

Did you see anyone else about?

Not at all.

And finally, sir, yesterday, did it
contain anything that struck you as

or extraordinary?

Perhaps even suspicious?

No, I can't think of a single thing.

Well, there was that dead bird.

Bird, you say?

With a penny black on its beak.

Isn't that right, Father?

Come on.

Father!

Father! Flavia.

Please, don't make a scene. There's a
good girl.

Hey, our father has agreed to come with
us to the station to answer some more

questions. Why can't he answer them
here? This is standard police procedure.

And don't forget church.

Tomorrow morning.

I hope not, man.

Take him farther.

Well, surely they won't keep him.

He's a deluge.

All right, Flavia.

Where's your gumption?

There must be something you can do.

Think.

Think.

Teasdale? Oh, Carver.

Exactly 30 years.

It's sweet, Kildare.

An event like that would surely have
made the papers.

Come on, Lannis.

We've got work to do.

Sorry, Flavia.

Sorry, Paul.

Hello, Miss Mountainjoy.

Well?

What is it?

Speak up, child.

I wish to peruse the newspaper archives,
if you please. What does a little girl

want with a newspaper archive?

I have found that a lie wrapped in
detail.

Like a horse pill in an apple.

Goes down with greater ease.

It's for my Aunt Marjorie.

She's got the glaucoma.

Poor thing. She wanted me to look up the
date of the St. Tancred's picnic in

1920.

That's the year her begonia... There's
no room for them here.

So they're piled up in the old shed.

If the rats haven't eaten them.

We close in ten minutes.

Father's school yearbook.

Shoo!

The Hindley Chronicle.

1920.

Grenville Teasdale. A popular Latin
teacher at Graham Institute.

In an accident that is being described
as simply inexplicable.

Said one of the boys, he climbed up onto
the parapet, gave us the Roman salute.

Barley, he shouted.

And down he came.

Barley!

Time's up.

Miss Moundjoy, you must know that.

What does barley mean?

Second person singular imperative of the
verb valere, to farewell.

In other words... Goodbye.

Precisely.

Wait for your time.

There's no Norwegian thing here. Sorry
to say, but if I could just have a look

at your register.

I'm trying to run a business here,
Inspector.

Mr Tully, I am the law. I demand to see
your register.

Well, I've only got one guest, room
three.

What's their name?

F .X. Sanders.

Sanders?

That doesn't sound very Norwegian.

That's what I've been saying.

Tell me, Mr. Tully, does this Sanders
have red hair?

Red as rhubarb.

Show me to his room.

Well, I'll have to get the bare keys.

You seen the keys anywhere, love?

It might be an alias.

Insulin.

So Mr. Sanders was a diabetic.

But where is the syringe?

Savannah, he's not in Norway.

There's something in him.

Criders!

Murdered?

But he's going to pay for his room.
Bloody hell.

Mr. Saunders?

This is the police.

They said he was dead.

I heard something.

Bloody hell.

Far be it to lose.

I will not tolerate any more
interference in my investigation.

Do you understand?

Careful, sir.

Here's your camera, sir.

Thank you. There you go. Thank you.

No more meddling.

Is that clear?

Yes, Inspector.

What is the inspector doing here?

They're charging father with murder.

What? Oh, I can't bear it. He'll be
hanging.

This is all your fault.

My fault? You went to go and tell the
inspector about that stupid bird.

I love you.

I love you too.

Be ye therefore mercy. You can keep your
mercy, Vicar.

He was found in the Deleuze's garden.

We don't have to bury him here.

Flavian.

Vicar?

Oh, there's Max, the town gossip.

You mentioned something about a Roman
well.

Heru Max.

Heru, mon vieux.

Dreadful news of the Buckshaw. Oh, yes.

Mac. Mr Pemberton, may I introduce
Flavia de Luce. How do you do? De Luce.

the Buckshaw, de Luce. That's right.

Oh, but this is wonderful.

I was hoping to pay a visit to Buckshaw.
You see, I'm a gong -goozler.

I beg your pardon. It's like
trainspotting for canals. Well, not just

All kinds of waterways.

Conduits, creeks.

ornamental lakes, much like yours at
Buckshaw.

But our lake was filled in years ago. I
was hoping to speak to your father about

taking a few photographs.

Please tell him I'll be staying at the
Thirteen Drakes until Tuesday.

I think, perhaps, that I saw you there.

Um, possibly.

Max,

do you happen to know where Miss Mount
joins?

What do you want with her?

She dropped this at church.

And I just wanted to return it to her,
but I don't know where she lives.

Willow Villa, on Brick Lane.

The one that looks like a witch's house.

Thanks, Max.

Good day, Mr Pemberton.

Sad story, the Deleuces.

The mother, Harriet, was an aviatrix.

She disappeared in Nepal during the war.
Her body was never covered.

Yes.

Then tell me, did it have red hair?

I knew it.

I saw him at the Thirteen Drakes,
swaggering around.

Those cold, blue eyes.

I knew that it could only be Horace
Bonepenny.

Horace Bonepenny?

H .B.? Who is he? The monster who killed
my uncle.

Your uncle's...

He was murdered.

Murdered? By those two boys.

As surely as if they'd stuck a dagger in
his heart.

Who was the other one? They all had
nicknames in that stamp club.

Conky, Bodger, Gigger.

Bonepenny was Boney.

The other was called... Oh, I... Oh,
come on, Jacko.

Don't you pull on ears with me, Jacko. I
don't have any in you, Jacko.

Don't you push me.

Draco.

I don't

believe it.

I don't believe Father is capable of
killing anyone.

of a rare stamp from the Royal
Collection brought a sad end to the most

prestigious exhibition of the year.

The stamp, known as the Orange Avenger,
is considered priceless due to its

supreme singularity.

But if this is the only Orange Avenger
in the world, how do I have two of them?

And where is the Penny Black?

Harriet's dressing room.

Sealed up when she left us.

In eight years, not one of us dared to
try and open it.

Oh, well done, Flavia.

Now, potassium?

You clever girl.

In honor of baby's love, I'm newest
fledgling from your friends in the nest.

In the nest.

I always said,

better three hours too early than a
minute too late.

You should never let a clock run slow.

Unless...

What

was it about this stamp that frightened
Father, though?

Father told me once that stamps are
printed in rows of 20 times 12.

Each stamp carries a two -letter
identifier, beginning with AA on the top

of the sheet.

Ending with TL on the bottom right.

One penny.

That's the price.

One penny H.

Bone penny H.

Horace Bonepenny. Horace Bonepenny. The
monster who killed my uncle.

Shut your filthy mouth.

What are you going to do with that?

Flash me over the head. You are a vile.

Despicable. Don't push me.

Cricus.

Oh, miss.

You lost your kitten.

My name is Flavia Sabine Deleuze, and
I'm here to confess to a murder.

It's quite simple, Inspector.

I heard a noise in the garden, and I
went out to investigate.

And someone jumped out at me from the
shadows and... Shadows?

Where exactly?

Behind the potting shed.

I was struggling to get free when there
was a sudden gurgle in his throat,

like...

Like a man suffering a myocardial
infarction.

A what?

A heart attack.

So how long were you struggling with
this sickly, dying man before you

you'd murdered him?

I'm listening.

I'm not telling you another thing until
I speak to Father.

That's out of the question.

Why don't we make a deal?

What kind of deal? You let me speak to
Father, and I'll tell you everything I

know about the victim.

Listen, Flavia... He was a diabetic.

Yes, we know that.

Because that's what we do here at the
Henley Constabulary.

We investigate the facts in a thorough,
impartial and efficient manner.

No, um, there's not much you can tell us
about the recently departed

Mr. Sanders.

Except, it seems, his real name.

Father. No, please, Inspector, I beg
you, take her away.

Fifteen minutes, Flavia.

No more.

Who brought you here, him?

I came on my own. Oh, good Lord.

Look, Father, we haven't much time.

I overheard your quarrel with Bonbenny.

I know he was trying to blackmail you.
That's why I told the inspector that I

killed him.

You what?

He can't hang me, you see. A minor?

I wanted to know. I told Blake before
you did.

I'm sure he was a dreadful man and fully
deserved a time.

Do you really think that your father is
capable of murder?

Then why did Berkeley say that you
killed your teacher, Mr. Teasdale?

I was a solitary lad at school.

Unbearably homesick.

If it hadn't been for our Latin master,
Mr Teasdale, I don't know if I would

have survived.

He founded the Magic Circle Club as a
way of helping those boys who didn't fit

in.

Well done, Jacko.

Who's next?

It was there that I first met Horace
Bonepenny.

He was even more of a misfit than I was.

Boney, was it?

Natural conjurer.

French drop.

Haunted handkerchief.

Ghost light.

You knew them all.

You were a conjurer. No, no, no, no.
That was Horace's passion. Mine was for

something far more exciting.

Stamp collecting.

Another of Teasdale's passions.

Panny Black.

Perforate.

1841, I would guess.

But there was one other master at
Greyminster who could outmatch it.

Her headmaster, Dr Kissinger.

Most of Kissinger's collection was
fairly run -of -the -mill, except for

stamp. One stamp of inestimable value.

It was our most fervent desire to get a
glimpse of that stamp, and then...

By this time, Bonepenny had found a new
friend, an accomplice, an older boy

named Bob Stanley, with whom he'd begun
to spend all his time.

Hello, Boney.

Bob. Hello, Boney. Bob.

Now, as I told you before, my
grandfather was a partner in the firm

Perkins, Kissing and Petch, sole
printers of British postage stamps at

of Queen Victoria.

Now, in 1841...

a terrorist group managed to ink a set
of orange stamps with the aim of

igniting a violent uprising against the
Queen.

Now, this was at a time when a mere
stamp could inspire a revolution.

The plot was uncovered and the stamps
destroyed.

All except one.

AA, which was reserved for Queen
Victoria as a memento of her escape.

from death.

However, it was another stamp, TL, from
the opposite corner,

which my grandfather secretly kept for
himself.

A stamp of priceless value, which my
grandfather left to my father and my

left to me.

There, you see?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The king can't have you.

Bonepenny, what have you done? It's
okay, sir. It's just a trick. Now, all

you need to help me to get it back. If
we all join hands and pray.

Come on, Jack, I want you, Bob.

That's funny, Boney. Just join hands and
form a circle. Enough of this

insolence. Put the stamp back. But,
sir... Put the stamp back.

All right.

I'll have to go at it myself.

Come back, come back, oh, Orange Queen.
Come and show us where you've been.

There.

You see?

But this isn't the Avenger.

What? It's a Canada One cent.

What? I'm sorry, sir. I'm at the...
Where's the stamp?

Where is the stamp? I'm sorry, sir. It's
worked before lots of times.

Get out. Go on. Go to bed.

All of you, get out.

I'm so sorry, Jack. It's not me you
should be apologising to.

Do you feel?

Yes, but I... They will have to be
punished, all of them.

The caning didn't hurt nearly so much as
the fright of Mr Tisdale's distress.

He felt responsible, you see.

And then the very next day... Look!

Up there!

On the tower!

What? Where?

Oh, say.

Is that Mr.

Teasdale? He looked like a prophet from
an old manuscript.

Molly!

It was murder.

On his bone, Penny and I... murdered him
as surely as if we had flung him from

the tower with our own hands. But you
had nothing to do with it. He was just a

dear, good man, an innocent dupe.

When I returned to my room, I found a
strange sticky spot on my sleeve.

I realized immediately what had
happened.

Owen Penny hadn't destroyed the stamp.

He had stuck it onto my cuff and then
retrieved it later when he shook my

And I...

schoolboy's honour.

And all that rot.

What happened to Bumbelly?

He left shortly afterwards.

And Stanley?

He left too.

I heard that he had died when his ship
was torpedoed in the war.

I hadn't thought of either of them in
years.

And then last week in the exhibition I
was studying some items from the

King's collection.

And there it is.

The twin of kissings of stamps.

I thought I had imagined Bonepenny.

Bonepenny stole the king's stamp.

When the jacksnipe appeared on our
doorstep, I knew he was coming.

Jacksnipe was my nickname at school, or
Jacko for short.

The bird with the warning, you see.

But why?

What did he want from you?

Blackmail.

The thamps were too notorious to sell,
and so he wanted me to buy them,

threatening to frame me for both thefts
if I didn't.

He had it all planned out to the last
detail like one of his magic tricks.

What did you tell him? The truth, that I
haven't any money.

It's all tied up in taxes.

I may have to sell Buckshaw.

What? But surely you heard all that when
you were listening at the door. I

didn't hear that part.

Dogger intercepted me.

Dogger was there?

Yes.

That is what I feared the most.

That he would think I was in danger.
That he would...

One's up of the fright.

Please, Inspector, just five more
minutes. I'm sorry, Flavia.

Love you.

Courage, my dear.

Uh, Inspector?

A word?

The plane?

with Horace Bonepenny.

Yes. Thank you.

I was just speaking to Scotland Yard.
Apparently Bonepenny was a very well

-known con man.

Why won't you believe I killed him?

Clever as you are, Flavia, I don't
believe you're capable of murder.

And it wasn't a dicky heart that killed
Bonepenny.

Goodbye, then.

I poisoned it and he ate it. According
to the report, it was a...

Perfectly ordinary pie.

You've obviously never tasted one of
Mrs. Mellor's customs.

It's all so unfair. You haven't got a
shred of evidence against my father. I'm

sorry, Flavia.

But your father has just confessed to
murder.

Mrs Mullet, may I speak frankly?

It's about Dogger.

About when he was a prisoner in the war.

Did Dogger ever kill anyone?

I mean, besides the enemy.

Your father saved his life once.

Pulled him out of a burning tank.

Then Dogger did the same for him.

An army bloke went off his head, tried
to kill the colonel with a machete.

Dogger took care of it.

Afterwards, he couldn't remember a
thing.

It was the start of his spells, you see.

The things that happened over there.

No man should ever...

Not just men.

Your mother.

Harriet?

Did you know her?

I worked with your mother during the
war.

Very hush -hush.

After your mother left... I was then
here.

Didn't know the first thing about
housekeeping.

Thank goodness for this.

Mrs. Mallard, what is next?

Drink up, ma 'am.

And straight to bed.

He was murdered by the two boys.

Roxanne nursing home.

I'd like to speak to Dr. Kissing.

It's Mrs. Rubble from Grey Mint to
School calling to ask whether he'll be

for Prize Day this year.

Said one of the boys, he climbed up onto
the parapet, gave us the Roman salute.

Vale, he shouted.

What is it?

Miss Flavia, you know I have moments
when I'm not quite myself.

I had one of those moments on the night
we... And now they've charged Colonel

Deleuze with it.

Dogger, tell me everything you remember
about the night that the stranger was

killed.

I was in my room.

I heard voices.

I went along to the colonel's study.

There was someone in the hall.

That was me.

I was in the hall.

How were you?

No matter.

What happened after I left?

A man came out and he walked right past
me.

I could have reached out and touched
him.

He was talking to himself and eating a
piece of pie.

Fireworks. Fireworks?

Catherine wheels, skyrockets. There must
have been a fair in town.

There was no fair in town.

Are you sure?

Trust me.

I'm 11. I know when the fair's on.

What happened next?

I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was on the grass.

It was wet.

And my head felt strange.

Like it does after one of my bad times.

And you're worried that...

During a bad time we might have killed
the stranger

Speak

to

me darling. What's wrong?

You might want to start digging a second
grave, miss.

Celie, eat something, darling.

I can't.

It hurts too much.

Just a little porridge.

Celie, I'm so sorry.

What are you sorry for?

I'm... I... It looks very...

Painful.

Good God, who is that?

It's all right. I know him.

That's hardly reassuring.

Good morning, Flavia.

Oh, dear.

Hey, fever.

Cold, I'm afraid.

What can I help you with, Mr Pemberton?
I found something in the local archives

that got my blood pounding.

Did you know that Buckshaw's Buried Lake
was designed by Capability Brown?

Yes. The plans are in Father's study,
actually.

Oh, my.

Do you think I could just take a quick
photo of them? Maybe with the three of

you. It would be a real feather in my
cap with the Inland Waterways

That's Ogger.

I could ask him.

Oh, no, no, don't bother a working man.
Hello!

No, it was just a thought.

Thank you, Flavia. It was good to meet
you. We'll meet again sometime.

A visitor, Miss Flavia?

His name is Pemberton.

He's a Gongusla.

He wanted to see the blueprints of the
buried lake.

You're quite sure that's what he's
interested in?

What do you mean?

There's a certain type of person,
tabloid hacks, mere merchants, scandal

mongers, so -called journalists, that
will do anything for a story, especially

when there's a murder involved.

I didn't think of that.

Speaking of which, the inspector rang
earlier.

They're moving the colonel to London
tomorrow.

London. And prison will be the end of
him. What are you going to do?

I'm going to turn myself in.

Wait.

Duggar, what's that on your neck?

Oh, I... I got it the night I blacked
out.

Dogger, you didn't black out.

You were knobbed.

What? Someone hit you on the neck with a
shoe, by the looks of it. But if I

really was knocked out, then I'd... You
couldn't have killed anyone.

Dogger, do you know where the Rook's End
is?

Come join us till the nurse comes back.

Next, a little love song from America. I
hope you like it.

See the pyramids along the Nile

Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle

Just remember when a dream appears

May I be of assistance?

I'm here to see Dr. Kissing. Dr. Isaac
Kissing? Yes.

Do you keep more than one?

In the solarium at the end of the hall.

I've been expecting you. So, you're
Jacko's daughter.

You don't look a bit like him.

I'm told I take after my mother.

Quite so. A remarkable woman.

You knew her?

Slightly.

Where do you go to school?

Father doesn't approve of schools.

I can't say I'm surprised.

He was a changed man after those
scoundrels Bonepenny and Bob Stanley got

hooks into him.

Well? Hand it over.

Sir? My orange Avenger. You've brought
it with you, haven't you?

What makes you think that?

Well, let's deduce, shall we?

Horace Bonepenny, one -time boy
conjurer, long -time fraud artist, finds

dead in the garden of his old chum, Jack
O'Doose.

Soon, Jack O's daughter finds herself at
the library, ransacking the newspaper

archives. ferreting out the obituary of
my old colleague Teasdale, God rest his

soul.

How am I doing so far?

Miss Mountjoy, Teasdale's niece.

Tilda Mountjoy. My eyes and ears in the
village.

Hours after Bonepenny's untimely demise,
his room is rifled by the maiden who

stands before me, her hand fidgeting in
her pocket.

Thank you.

A .A. and T .L. together?

They were under a sticker on Boney's
trunk.

Oh, what pain and suffering have these
bits of paper caused?

Does your father know you're here?

No.

He's in Henley Jail.

He's been charged with Boney's murder.

Did he do it? No.

I mean, I... I don't think so. My head's
all in a muddle. Oh, well, everything's

always in a muddle just before it
settles in.

Dr. Kissing, do you remember about the
day that Mr.

Teasdale died?

Oh, everything.

Everything.

I remember the way the sun glistened on
the ramparts. Good God. The way he drew

himself upright like a saint in an old
picture. The way he raised his arm like

Roman soldier as he bid farewell.

Folly!

Miss Mountjoy thinks he was murdered.

Well, Miss Mountjoy is wrong.

But isn't there a possibility?

You know, sometimes when someone is
taken away from you suddenly, it

leaves a burning question in your heart.

Why?

And sometimes no merely factual answer
will suffice.

Here.

Your father will know what to do with
it.

This thing of darkness, I acknowledge.

my own.

The stamp in your pocket has just
doubled in value.

Guard it well, Flavia de Luz.

He was a changed man after those
scoundrels, Bonepenny and Bogdanovich.

Of course.

Wait there, Bobby.

With a duo.

Horace Bonepenny and Bob Stanley.

I know that face.

Oh, Flavia.

How could you be so stupid?

Bob Stanley?

I've never really liked that photograph.

Big Ted.

Yes.

I read about that in the newspaper.

Look, Flavia, I'll be honest with you.

An old acquaintance of mine had
something in his possession that didn't

to him.

In fact, it was mine. So naturally, I'm
quite keen to get it back.

Do you see?

Philly once said, if ever you're
accosted by a man, kick him in the cat

and run like blue blazes.

Only I knew where the Catanovas were.

What? Do you mean those old stamps?

So you admit you took them? I didn't
take them.

I found them. Well, that solves it then.

You hand over my stamps and it's case
closed.

Agreed?

Right.

I'll just run home and... Cheeky little
thing, aren't you?

Where are the stamps?

Flavia.

In my father's bedroom.

Hidden inside the clock on the mantel.

In the house.

Right.

Now. The house key.

It's the door.

Don't move.

I told

you not to move!

Be a good girl.

are going to tell me exactly where the
stamps are done it

well i put

them in the clock i swear unless
someone's taken them

who

was just an innocent dude.

Boney was a natural conjurer.

Hello, Boney. Bob.

It was you.

You killed Mr Teasdale. It's all coming
clear to me now.

You lured him onto the roof.

You and Bonepenny promising to give him
back the stamp.

It's right over here, sir.

Enough of stalling, Bonepenny.

I know you and Stanley stole the stamp.

Hand it over at once or I'll call the
police.

It was yours and Bonepenny's greatest
illusion.

It's terribly lonely, don't you find?

Being the cleverest person in the room.

Now, what do you suppose this is, little
Miss Marple?

That smell.

I know that smell.

Carbon tetrachloride.

Father uses it for revealing watermarks
from the adaptive.

You used it to kill Bumpen.

It's his own syringe.

But first, you had to make sure there
weren't any witnesses.

Very impressive.

You'd make a fine murderess, Flavia.

Thank you.

Now, for the last time, where are those
stamps?

There's only one here.

Where are the stamps, Lovia?

Silly, silly fool.

I'm so sorry. We should never have been
so mean to you.

Careful, Philly.

Get your best coat dirty.

You were right about the car.

It was the battery.

All right, miss?

Right as rain, dogger.

Come on, look at me.

We followed him here.

Duncan knew you hadn't come home. It's
when he saw someone prowling around the

house. He should have seen us flying
through the lanes.

better care of you, Mother's
handkerchief, love.

Thank you, Mrs. Mullet.

Welcome home, Colonel.

Colonel.

Mrs.

Mullet. Any chance of some breakfast?

Indeed, sir. I've a lovely egg and bacon
pie in the oven. Oh!

Perhaps you'd care to join us, Detective
Todd?

Uh, sir?

Go ahead, Graves. I still have one or
two questions for Clavia.

In through the spleenis capitis,
puncture the atlanto -axial ligament,

slide the needle over the... Oh, yes.

I see.

And you're certain that it was carbon
tet... Carbon tet...

What you said.

I'm quite competent with chlorinated
hydrocarbons, Victor.

It evaporates almost instantly.

I recognised the smell when Bonepenny
breathed his last.

Tell the coroner to inspect the sinuses
for traces.

But I thought you said it evaporated
immediately.

Normally, yes, but Bonepenny had a cold.

Great. He passed on to me.

Unfortunately. Oh, sleep well of it. I
don't know whether to give you a medal

clap you in jail.

That reminds me, the stamp, please.

I can't.

Why not?

At least, not yet.

Good Lord, it's the Orange Avenger.

There must be returns to its rightful
owner.

Of course.

What is it, Flavia?

Did Harriet go away because of me?

No.

Wherever did you get that idea?

Your sisters go too far sometimes.

Why did she go away?

Flavia... Your mother loved you.

More than anything in the world.

Now, she went away not because she
wanted to, but because she had to.

So that you and your... could grow up in
a better world.

Do you mean Harriet?

Working for the next?

No, I can't say any more.

It's forbidden, you see.

But what I can say...

is that she would be very, very proud of
you.

Remember, if he addresses you, then
curtsy, but only if he addresses you

directly.

I do beg your pardon for dropping in
unannounced, Colonel, but I wanted to

the opportunity to thank the young lady
who returned my stamp.

Your Royal Majesty, it is a great
honour. Now, which one's Flavia?

Um, sir?

Your Royal Majesty.

Goodness, so young.

Mind you, I was the same age when I
caught the bug. Do you know my father?

had a Guyanese one -cent magenta in his
collection. I tell you, I was hooked for

life. Gosh, how thrilling.

My dear, on behalf of the royal family
and stamp collectors everywhere,

thank you for your brave action, in
token of which, please accept this gift.

Harry, can't...

You really are your mother's daughter.

I'll just go and take this.

It's been such a long day.

I think I'll wait.

I have been requested to pass the
laundry.

Compliments from Vanessa.

Kind regards, George R.

The father of modern chemistry, Antoine
Lavoisier, once observed that in nature,

nothing is created.

Nothing is lost.

Everything changes.

It's a comforting thought.

Everything changes. It's true.

But we are all, every one of us,
eternally connected.

My darling Flavia, if you're reading
this, it means that I have not returned.

I can't tell you why I had to go, but I
can tell you that from the moment I held

you in my arms, I knew you would do
great things.