All language subtitles for Drowning by Numbers_track4_eng

One - Antares, two - Capella.

Three - Canopus, four - Arcturus.

Five - Agreetor, six - Anektor.

Seven - Duendin, eight - Algerib.

Nine - Agena, ten - Lalandry.

11 - Vega, 12 - Golubin.

13 - Spirro, 14 - Capra.

15 - Acrab, 16 - Deneb.

17 - Sapho, 18 - Castor.

19 - Pollux, 20 - Storcha.

21 - Algano, 22 - Spira.

23 - Salcis, 24 - Hoytan.

25 - Luper, 26 - MacKay.

27 - Regulus, 28 - Eiridani.

29 - Tenna, 30 - Riga.

31 - Cursa, 32 - Thuba.

33 - Mett, 34 - Mack.

35 - Mez, 36 - Lap.

37 - Zed, 38 - Diss.

39 - Bolse, 40 - Daron.

41 - Jeannus, 42 - Touros.

43 - Plin, 44 - Paul.

45 - Broma, 46 - Branca.

47 - Bellatrix, 48 - Mirach.

49 - Almach, 50 - Caff.

51 - Corboda, 52 - Ceti.

53 - Cruzer, 54 - Spira.

55 - Schredder, 56 - Abiera.

57 - Dipda, 58 - Kracklite.

59 - Salcis, 60 - Okkra.

61 - Bolstar, 62 - Beastal.

63 - Procis, 64 - Salamon.

65 - Groombridge, 66 - Betelguese.

67 - Stobart, 68 - Gobin.

69 - Adnam, 70 - Boston.

71 - Scheet, 72 - Nath.

73 - Stratt, 74 - Kriss.

75 - Bosch, 76 - Louis.

77 - Borick, 78 - Crupel.

79 - Indi, 80 - Smeltzer.

81 - Crucis, 82 - Banka.

83 - Altair, 84 - Nollar.

85 - Schrader, 86 - Fabriticus.

87 - Lucius, 88 - Kuellar.

89 - Kitaj, 90 - Bethal.

91 - Britius, 92 - Colcis.

93 - Centaur, 94 - Sopul.

95 - Jonah, 96 - Vierny.

97 - Ritback, 98 - Rostra.

99 - Procyon and 100 - Elektra.

What are you doing up so late?

I'm counting the stars.

Do you really know all their names?

Yes, I do.

- How many did you count?
- 100.

- There are more than 100.
- I know.

- Why did you stop?
- 100 is enough.

Once you've counted 100,
all the other hundreds are the same.

Take your clothes off girl.

My name's Nellie and there's not
room in that bath for two of us.

Who says two's going in it?

I'm surprised you haven't got
a proper bath.

I like a tin bath.

Take that light further off.

What are you frightened of?

Ashamed I might see your underwear?
Or aren't you wearing any?

((They laugh) and shriek)

(She giggles)

(he growls)

(She yelps)
Wait!

Oh, ooh, ooh!

(He growls)

I'm cold standing here!
I want a bath too!

(She giggles)

There's one outside under
the apple tree.

(She shrieks)

Moonlight, good for the complexion.

(He roars with laughter)

(She giggles)

(She mutters to herself)

(She giggles)

Weeee!

(She sings drunkenly)

(Man groans and pants)

(Woman giggles)

(Groaning gets louder)

(She giggles)

Ah!
(He chuckles)

Oh, Cissie!

(He laughs)
Oh, oh, oh-ho-ho.

We've been using your soap.

Hey, it's her birthday today,
and I took her out to celebrate.

Why don't you wish her
happy birthday, Cissie?

She's as naked as a newborn babe.

Nothing wrong with that,
is there, Cissie?

You're not supposed to be here.

YOU'RE supposed to be playing cards!

Oh, backgammon, newmarket and whist,

then two in a row,
three in a bed, four in hand,

five-card stud...

along with your...friend!

Madgett!

Hey, get a towel, Cissie
she's drunk too much.

(She coughs and splutters)

If you play the cards right,
Cissie...

Oh, well, you can get your clothes
off and come in here too!

(He laughs)

I've had a wash, I've had a wash.

She gave me one. Nancy...

One...

I've had a wash already, Cissie,
Nancy gave it to me.

(She mouths)

Nancy gave it to me,
let's play a game...

Three...

(He struggles for breath)

(Ring tone)

(Nancy mutters)

(Phone rings)

Smut!

Smut!

Smut!

(Phone rings)

Get up and answer the phone!

(Narrator)
'In the game of Dawn Card-Castles,

'52 playing cards

'are stacked up into a castle
in a draft-free space.

'The player can determine the dreams
of the next night,

'if he awakes before
the castle collapses.

'Those players who wish to dream
of romance

'build their castles
with the seven of hearts.'

(Phone continues to ring)

He's put a lot of weight on
recently.

Shhh!

(Whispers) You'll wake him
and he'll want to eat.

The only time he stops eating
is when he's asleep.

- Is it warm enough for this?
- Yes.

- I phoned Madgett, he didn't answer.
- What did you want to do that for?

I've just drowned Jake.

Do all fat men have little penises?

Huh, I don't know mother,
I've not known... What do you mean?

When you first met Hardy
did he have a moustache?

What do you mean
you've just drowned Jake?

I don't like the beard.

No, neither do I. I'm trying to
persuade him to shave it off.

What do you mean
you've just drowned Jake?

Yes, I need your help to move her.

- What, move who?
- Nancy.

- Nancy who?
- Nancy Gill, she calls herself Nel.

What has she got to do with it?
Have you drowned her too?

He doesn't smell very fresh,
does he?

He looks pregnant,
I like these creases.

We better phone Madgett again.

- Perhaps he can help us.
- "Us", mother?

(Phone rings)
(Boy) One, two, three...

four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, te-e-e-e-en!

(Narrator) 'The game Flights of Fancy
or Reverse Strip Jump

'is played from as high a jumping
point as a competitor will dare.

'After each successful jump,
the competitor is allowed to put on

'an article of clothing.'

(Boy) ..Three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, te-e-e-e-en!

(Cockerel crows)
(Phone rings)

Damn!

What are we going to say
if we meet someone?

It depends who it is.

"Morning, just taking Nancy home,
she popped round for a bath."

((They laugh))

She could lose some weight.

Everyone seems to be
getting fatter.

Jake must've thought things
were getting better all the time.

I was only 25
when your father died.

And plump enough.

Look at her thumbs.

Seamstresses thumbs, well turned.

Was Jake interested in thumbs?

Eh, not especially as I remember.

(Shrieking)
What's that?

- Mother, are you going to sneeze?
- No, I can smell something.

Oh, it's Smut.

Oh, Madgett must keep him from using
that paint. It makes such a mess.

What's the smell?

It's gunpowder,
Smut's been celebrating a corpse!

Ah! It's still wet.

(Narrator)
'Sheep are especially sensitive

'to the exact moment
of the turn of the tide.

'In this game,
nine tethered sheep react,

'pull on the stakes,

'jog the chairs
and rattle the tea cups.'

(Bicycle bell chimes)

Madgett, where the hell do you keep
all these sheep?

Don't you like sheep?

Shoo them away
if you don't like them.

(Narrator) 'Bets are taken on
the combined sensitivity

'of any line of three sheep,

'read vertically,
horizontally or diagonally.

'Since there are normally
three tide turns every 24 hours,

'it is normal practice
to take the best of three results.

'Reliable clocks, calendars
and timetables

'are used to determine the accuracy
of the sheep's forecast.'

Cissie, did you remember?

Yes. Now, they are slightly damaged,
so be careful.

Why didn't you answer
the phone earlier, Smut?

I never answer the phone
until the cock crows three times.

It's nice to see you both so early.

How's...Hardy?

He's all right.

What are they doing?

They're playing Sheep and Tides.

Sheep are much maligned,
don't you think?

Smut and I are testing
their intelligence.

It's an Old Testament game.

No, it's not.

Isn't it?

Have some heart... How's...Jake?

Ah, no thank you...
and Jake's all right.

Mother, that's not true.

What are you doing, Smut?

I'm counting the hairs
on the dog.

What ever for?
To see how many there are.

Madgett, I think you ought
to come and see Jake.

Smut...

Go and give Gregory and Teigan
some tea.

What about the sheep?

They need to be thirsty
to be useful.

WHY do I have to come
and see Jake?

Is he dead?

Good lord, how did you know?

I didn't.

I feel ill. It's those mushrooms.

I've got to lie down.

For God's sake, Madgett,
why have you got to feel ill now?

Look, I'm going to phone Cissie,
tell her that Nancy needs a visit.

Madgett, I've got to talk to you
about Jake.

Oh, Cissie, I can't talk now,
I feel ill.

Tell Smut when he comes back
I need some warm milk

and some lemon juice...

and a straw.

(Narrator)
'In the game of Sheep and Tides,

'a referee should be appointed
to determine fair play,

'distinguishing correct reactions
from other interferences.

'On account of their special
relationship with sheep,

'shepherds are disqualified.'

The tide's on the turn now!

No, not yet.

Three, two, one...now!

No, you fool! Oh, you missed it!

You can't go by the book.

You have to watch...very carefully.

What happened?

I drowned him in his bath.

Oh, God!
Come and see, it LOOKS natural.

Oh, God! Madgett, you are going to
help me, pull yourself together.

I am?

And what's in it for me?

Madgett, you're a coroner.

For God's sake, stop reminding me...
but that's nice.

Try a bit lower.

Shall I leave now? While you two
come to some sort of agreement?

Don't be stupid.

I couldn't find any lemon juice,

you'll have to do with one
chocolate pudding.

Oh, Madgett...
Oh, come on, Madgett!

Cissie, I'm in no especial hurry
to assist your crimes.

Madgett, there's a corpse
in my house.

It's only your husband.

The flies are settling on him.

Brush them off, use a newspaper.

Madgett, I want legal aid,
not a fly swat.

(Narrator) 'A great many things are
dying very violently all the time.'

'The best days for violent deaths
are Tuesdays,

'they are the yellow paint days.

'Saturdays are second-best,
or worst.

'Saturdays are red paint days.

'The Great Death game is therefore

'a contest between red paint days
and yellow paint days.'

'So far,
yellow paint days are winning

'by 31 corpses to 29

'Whatever the colour,

'a violent death is always
celebrated by a firework.'

He is dead.

God, well done, Madgett!
And what did he die of?

Well....he drowned.

- Did he?
- Of course.

Why did he die?

There's a strong smell
of alcohol.

- So there is.
- Shhh!

He drowned in his bath,
due to excessive drinking?

Unlikely.

Even in the most
disadvantageous circumstances,

human beings have an almost
involuntary desire to stay alive.

What's the answer then?

- What's the reward?
- Reward?

Yes.

What do I get for writing out
a death certificate that says -

"Death caused by drowning
after heart attack

"due to excessive drinking"?

- Madgett, I'm appalled!
- I see.

What do you want, Madgett?

Well, Cissie...
I'd have thought you'd have guessed.

No, you tell me.

Is this the moment
when we leave the room?

Yes. The second tub needs emptying.

- Well?
- Well...

A little bodily comfort
would be good for a start.

- Madgett, I am 61.
- So?

Aren't I too old for you?

Were you too old for him?

Cissie...

You've not been unaware
of how I felt about you?

Well, it's a bit soon, isn't it?

Smut, which are you first?
A ghoul or a mathematician?

- Neither I'm just a clerk.
- Modest!

I could wait...a little while...

I think you'd have to,
to stop tongues wagging.

But not too long.

This is blackmail.

Yes.

(Narrator) 'If a player
in the game of Dead Man's Catch

'drops a skittle,

'he's obliged to suffer
a succession of handicaps.

'First, to catch using one hand.

'Then, to catch kneeling
on one knee.

'Then, on two knees,
and then, with one eye closed.

'If a player finally drops a catch
with both eyes closed,

'then he is out and must take
his place in the winding sheet.'

Madgett, what sort of game is this?
One to be played with skill.

Some skill! It's a kid's game.

That was a lousy throw, Smut.

Stop complaining
and use one hand.

Look, Madgett, this is no time
for playing games,

- What would everybody think?
- Let them think what they like.

I can see Cissie's upset.

Best to keep her mind occupied.
Down on one knee, Bellamy.

These are my best trousers!
I came to pay my respects.

(Cissie Colpitts 3) Then, you can
pay your respects kneeling!

I can't spend all my time
paying games, Cissie.

(Cissie Colpitts 1)
What's your time worth, Hardy?

I was married to Jake for 34 years,

surely you can spare him
a few minutes.

Is he going to be buried
or cremated, Cissie?

Cremated.

And where are you going to
scatter the ashes?

Oh, don't worry, I'll find
a suitable place for those.

Cissie, you're hardhearted.

(Cissie Colpitts 2) And you're a
lousy catch, no eyes and no hands!

Into the winding sheet, Hardy,
you're dead.

God, you're a little ghoul, Smut.
Who is your father?

(Bellamy) Oh, blast it!
No hands, Bellamy.

All right!
You did that on purpose, Smut!

((Cissie 2)) Into the winding sheet,
Bellamy. It's only a game.

The way Madgett plays it,
you'd think it meant something.

Well, of course it does.

It means you're a lousy catch.

So, Madgett, what's the verdict?

Accidental death, of course.

(Cissie 3)
Into the winding sheet, Smut!

(All) Into the winding sheet, Madgett!

I've found you three more stars.

Cygnia Beta, Castor Minor
and Groombridge 35.

There in the north,
between the twins and Ursa Minor,

over by Cissie's house.

Why don't you skip out on the road?
There's more room.

Are you circumcised?

What's that?

A piece of your willy is cut off,
it's in the Bible.

My mother says it's better that way.
Oh.

These are the photos of Madgett's game
for taking Jake to the funeral parlour.

Who's that?

It's Cissie's boyfriend,
his name's Bellamy.

On his deathbed,
Prime Minister Pitt said -

"I think I could eat one of
Bellamy's pork pies."

When are you going to break away from
that butt and come and live with me?

(She laughs)
I'll marry you on two conditions.

What are they?

That you learn to swim...

..and never...

never, take me from the front.

I've told you before.
Why the hell not?

Cos I can't stand being lain on
and it gives me claustrophobia.

Besides...you won't hurt the baby.

What baby? That scared you didn't it?

What baby? There's no baby you dope,

though the way you go about it
I'm constantly surprised.

Fancy a plumber
not being able to swim.

What's water for?

Drinking perhaps?

All right, Cissie,
why did you do it?

Because he was unfaithful.

Cissie, he's been unfaithful before,
why did you wait until now?

Because...

Because he'd stopped
washing his feet... Because...

his nose was too red...

Because he had a hairy backside...

Because...

I didn't kill him, he drowned.

I drowned him.

- Was it easy?
- Yes.

What is it?

What is it? Oh, Smut!

What have you found?

How old is Nancy?

25.

Older than me and bigger tits.

What does that mean?

It means
Jake made a play for me once.

He what?

And me.

What a dirty old man.

Why have you told me now?

It might help.

I didn't like him.

Is that sufficient reason
to drown him?

Madgett says it is.

That's pretty irresponsible
for a coroner.

Isn't it?

If you ask him nicely he might be
irresponsible enough to help YOU.

(Women laugh)
Oh, it's Smut.

Lose one, win one.

What? A husband.

I've got some news for you.

Bellamy and me...

Or is it "I"...?

..have decided on a date,
the 31 st of this month.

It's a Saturday.

Well, you don't look too excited
about it.

Madgett will be pleased for me.

He, least of all.

Moths?

Yes. Look up those.

Elephant Hawk-moth.

I want a baby.

At 19?

Cissie, you're mad.

I thought you wanted to spend your
life swimming, not bearing children.

Bellamy can't even swim.

I don't think he can
change a light bulb. I know, I know.

Championship women swimmers always
have their sons early.

They do.

And how sure are you
that it will be a boy?

Capable women normally have girls.

((They laugh))

Smut.

What do you want?

I'm hot.

Is it true it's desirable to be
circumcised in a hot climate?

So they say.

- Was Samson circumcised?
- Yes.

Does it hurt?

I don't remember.

What does it look like?

Nothing special. Look.

Now go to bed.

Was Delilah circumcised?
Do they circumcise women?

Sort of...in hot countries.

- It's hot here.
- So it is.

Did they do it to Cissie?

I doubt it very much.

Was Jake circumcised?

You'd better ask Cissie.

Is circumcision barbaric?

Some say so. Now go to bed,

and anything unanswered about
man's barbarity to women,

you can ask Cissie in the morning,
she's an authority.

Now let me write.

(Shrieking)

(Sheeps bleat)

Psst. Sid, Sid!

Number 41. It's by the bridge
in Cattermole Road.

(Music plays on gramophone)

What's he doing?

He's counting the bees,
he's always counting something.

Bees should be told about a death.

That only applies to
blood relatives, doesn't it?

Isn't she GOING to be
a blood relative?

Isn't who?

Cissie, Jake's widow.

Gregory!

What makes you think that?

Isn't that why you signed the
death certificate "heart attack"?

Good lord, Gregory,
what an imagination!

I know. I got it from my mother.

Mothers have a lot to answer for.

Oh, sorry, it's Smut!
Here, have a newspaper.

Smut... You're late,
you're supposed to be swimming.

Gregory, come and try this
new game with me. You too, Nancy.

I've got to go, you've forgotten
to tell Madgett about...

He doesn't want to know about them!
Silly girl!

All right then, Nancy,
see you later.

Mind the sheep!

The game Bees in the Trees
is a variant of Musical Chairs

and is best played with
funeral music and in the open air.

The object of the game is to sit on
a vacant chair when the music stops.

If the chair sat on is previously
occupied by bees,

it is permissible to arrange
a professional foul.

Ah! Ah! Ah.
((They laugh))

Are you Cissie Colpitts?

I am, though there are others.

Our name's Bognor.

B-O-G-N-O-R.

I am Jonah and this is Moses.

- We're cousins of the dead man.
- What dead man?

Come on, don't be stupid.
Jake, of course.

Oh, pleased to meet you.
Are you in training too?

- Training?
- For the Olympics.

- No, are you?
- Why, yes.

My coach is over there.

The one in the red beret
trained with Dawn Fraser.

The other one swam with
Esther Williams in Stockholm.

I thought Esther Williams
was a singer?

Do you know those two men?

No. Oh, wait a minute...
they do look vaguely familiar...

- They know you.
- They do?

They're Jake's cousins,
they're called Moses and Jonah.

The water's a connection?

How much do you think
body hair is appreciably responsible

for extra drag,
Miss Freilichberg?

Pardon?

Do you think I ought to shave
and not just my legs?

What do you think
I'd look like bald?

What?

What do Bellamy and you get up to?

(Water drowns out sound)

..when I need to impress,
expect support!

Oh, sorry.

The turn...

it is essential that the
muscles of the pelvis

move at 45 degrees
at an angle to the front.

Johnny Weissmullers...

(Cissie 3 giggles)
Stop that!

Oh, Smut. Here's your towel.

(Women yelp)

It's all right,
these have been counted.

Look!

A man that is born of a woman
has but a short time to live...

You know why they built the
crematorium here, don't you?

No.

The ground is so waterlogged
around here

that you can't dig a grave
without making a pond.

Ask Sid.

As it is, they hold these services at low
tide in case the water puts the fire out!

Cissie!

Here comes the bit I've never liked.

Bite your lip and start
counting in threes.

Three. Six. Nine.

12. 15. 18.

21. 24. 27.

30. 33. 36. 39.

42. 45. 48. 51...

What are they doing?

They're counting.
They often do it.

Are you the local coroner?

- I am.
- How come a six-foot man

drowns in a four-foot bath?

He died of a heart attack.

A bit inconvenient to have
a heart attack in a bath, is it?

It's a bit inconvenient to have
a heart attack anywhere.

What would you say if we said
we don't agree with your verdict?

I'd say you'd better find me
some evidence to the contrary.

Well, how's about "Why were there
two baths?", eh, Madgett?

I had a sort of complaint
recently from Nancy.

She came to me to complain of
erm...red paint on her leg,

lost shoes and....

some other, I gather, rather
embarrassing missing article.

- Her knickers.
- Really?

How do you know that??

Because she paid me to go into
your kitchen and look for them.

She what?

Well, she used to be
my Sunday School teacher.

She taught me the Ten Commandments -
not to lie...

(Cissie 2) Not to commit adultery?
Shut up, Cissie.

And I found them under your sink,

put them in my pocket
and told her they weren't there.

Which was true because
they were in my pocket.

and here they are.

It'll cost each of you another
50 pence if you want them back.

God, Smut, that showed
great presence of mind.

And a taste for business!

Well, that settles it then.

If I go down,
you all go down with me.

(They laugh)

Look who's there.

Nancy.

And the two swimmers
from the baths.

And Bellamy.

(Madgett)
Perhaps there's a conspiracy.

- A conspiracy?
- A water tower conspiracy.

Set to accuse you, Cissie,
of drowning.

Rubbish!

(Smut) 'The object of Hangman's
Cricket is for each competitor

'to retain his allotted nine lives

'by scoring runs with a cat or bat,

'defending his lower leg
from being struck by the ball.

'There is no limit to
the number of players

'as long as each has an identity
agreed by the two referees.'

Now bat harder
or play without shoes!

This game of yours, Madgett,

has everything in it
except the kitchen sink.

Thank you.

When played inland, Mrs Hardy...

(Smut) 'The more important identities
are the emperor,

'the red queen, the widow,

'the fat lady,

'the dunce, the judge,
the hangman,

'the harlot...'

Come on, you two, out!

'..the businessman, the maiden...'

Go and do your fornication
elsewhere.

It's not fornication any more.

You buy a marriage licence
and it becomes legal.

Not on my couch, it doesn't.

I'll give you three minutes to make
yourself decent.

Hasn't the novelty worn off yet?

Well you see, Hardy, we've only
been married for two hours.

Oh, like hell!

Every cow in every field in the district

has seen the colour of your arse,
Bellamy.

(Bellamy chuckles)
Crabby idiot!

Hey, do you think he ever did it?

Ask Cissie.

'The adulterer can only pair
with the harlot

'when each has an even number
of lives above 12.'

Hey, bugger off!

I'm Marina, I'm Bellamy's sister.
Are you Madgett?

I am.

If I'm in mourning, why do I have
to catch one-handed?

Grief is a handicap, my dear.

So is not being able to see.

'The mother-in-law is only
allotted five runs at a time,

'after which she must defer

'to the gravedigger
who is allowed to add

'the number of runs of each competitor
he bowls out to his own.'

Out Hardy!

She's cheating! Out!

I do not run a pathetic Punch
and Judy show for lonely bachelors,

nor do I run a bordello
for newlyweds!

If the phone rings,
or if someone breaks their leg,

or if you decide to play
a proper game,

then I'll be in the sea swimming!

Hardy's right.

This is my wedding party, why
can't we play some proper cricket?

To dangerous!

'The maiden is always obliged
to be a spectator

'unless she is partnered
by the twins.'

Good afternoon, remember us? We're
the Bognor brothers, I'm Jonah...

And I'm Moses. I remember.
We'd like a word with you.

In private, if possible.

All right.

(He shouts)

Well, what the hell do you know about
cricket?

It's no more dangerous than any
other game.

1931, Chapman Ridger, Australia.

A blow to the chest.

Scores 51 runs, then has heart
palpitations for 12 hours...

A cracked rib enters the lung,
coughing blood.

Dies the next day in bed with
a blonde surfer called Adeline.

(He yells)

Summer of '52.

Blow to the top of the head...
coma...

His last know words are...
"Bugger Bognor".

No, sorry, that was Edward VII.

Sorry chaps, no offence.

What's the matter with Madgett?
He hates cricket.

He's showing off.

He likes acting...

He might just be distracting everyone
from what's happening in the sea.

(He yells)

(Smut) 'The businessman
can be saved if he submits

'to a red queen, but in doing so,
he must pay a forfeit.'

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

Get them out of here and
go and find some scissors.

I'm all right, mother, leave me
alone. I just want to be still.

If you have a hangman, you
have to pair with a judge...

By the time we've learnt your rules
it'll be dark.

Anything worth learning
takes a little time.

Cut my hair.

I'll feel better.

You eat too much.

(Smut groans)

(Smut) 'The full flavour of the game of
Hangman's Cricket, is best appreciated

'after the game has been played
for several hours.

'By then every player has a fair
understanding of the many rules

'and knows which character
he wants to play permanently.

'Finally, an outright loser
is found,

'and is obliged to present himself
to the hangman,

'who is always merciless.'

(People chatter)

I haven't found 54 yet.

Send her a horse chestnut tree
in Nightingale Lane.

Here,
it's near a water hydrant.

Then Delilah cut off Samson's hair,
I think.

At a large party he summoned
up the last of his strength,

held onto two pillars
and pulled the house down.

His last words were -
"And take good care of Nelly".

Who's Nelly?

This is Nelly.

Although she sometimes insists
on being called Nancy.

- It was Charles II.
- What was?

His last words were -
"And take good care of Nelly".

Who told you that?

My mother, she said
she'd wished she'd been Nell Gwynne

cos she'd liked to have
serviced Charles II.

You really could skip more
out on the road.

The rope wouldn't slap on
the doorstep that way.

My mother says I'm not to go out.

It's dangerous,
there are evil men about.

Stand still.

All right next. Off stump crease.

Left-handed bat.

Left-arm bowler.

New ball, soft ground...

off spinner, oh.

Ne-e-e-e-e-e-o-o-o-oh! Pssshhhh!

Oh, too low.

Difficult to see how the ball hit
him there, but still.

Tolly Schriker, 1931.

Scored 58 runs
with one eye closed,

before falling down
pavilion steps.

Died in "Brisbane Municipal..."
Another black cross.

All right.

Stand still.

Smut, pour Cissie a cup of tea.

Oh, don't bother, I'll pour
if you're busy playing cricket.

Bellamy has given me this idea

for a book of cricketing deaths.

Games can be very dangerous.

- Madgett, you could talk to Cissie.
- Why could I?

Marrying Bellamy isn't the best
thing she could've done.

A bit late now.

Why saddle herself
with his lechery?

- Are you against lechery?
- You know I'm not.

How do I know that?

You don't.

Right, try along that hedge.

May I kiss you?

If you like, just here though.

Oh, that's chaste.

Please believe,
I appreciate your attentions,

but you'll have to wait
a little while.

And who knows...
your prospects might improve.

Cissie's more your age.

But don't go getting ideas
about Hardy.

- This time I'm not playing games.
- Aren't you?

It's impossible to tell with you.

I don't think you really
know yourself, do you?

May I see what I've
always wanted to see?

What is that?

You, without any clothes on.

What a strange desire.

- That's a strange game, Madgett.
- Is it?

And here is certainly
not the time and place.

Are you going to the police
if I don't co-operate?

I might.

(Growling)

(Shrieking)

There was a man at Pulham Market,
who died in his car.

He was wealthy, a farmer.

He drove his car into a wood
near Thomstot,

turned off the engine,
made himself comfortable

and quietly died.

I could find absolutely
nothing wrong with him.

I expect he died of unrequited love.

Is that what you do when you
can't find a reason for death.

Write - "died of unrequited love"?

In his case I wrote,
"heart attack after bowls match".

Trust you to put a game in.

- You didn't stay long.
- No.

- Where is your torch?
- I lost it.

What do you mean?

I'll come and get it tomorrow.

Did you catch
anything interesting?

Nothing much.

Let's go to my place
and I'll make some supper.

When you want something, Hardy,
how do you ask for it?

I say "please".

Please, Hardy, can we have a fuck?

Or if I'm in the office, I'll pick
up the phone and dial nine.

'Emergency, which service...'

All I get is the police, the ambulance, or
the fire brigade, which one do you want?

- Do you want to speak to them?
- No thank you.

'Which service do you require?'

I'm sorry there is no fire, accident,
burglary, rape or murder...

yet.

Thank you.

But don't go away because
we might need you.

I usually find that
one nine suffices.

And if it doesn't,
I write a note.

- A memorandum.
- Yes.

Well, I suppose I could try that.

And, if pressed, you know very well
I'll do the best I can to oblige.

- You're so considerate.
- You're so imaginative.

Well, I have to be for the two of us.

(She gasps)

Mind the juice
doesn't stain the sofa.

Show me your tongue.

Just as I thought, it's yellow.

- Does that mean I'm unwell.
- What do you think?

A little colouring goes a long way.

Artificial colouring
can be dangerous.

So can too much abstinence.

(She gasps)

Hardy.

Now I need warming up.

My mother says

that hot tea on a hot day

can make a body feel very cool.

You're about to make some tea?

I'm not that thirsty.

What does your mother
say about swimming?

Reading between the lines,

I'd say she's made at least
one public statement

about bodies in water.

You Colpitts women always have
a lot of trouble with men.

Why do you think that is?

I'll leave you to think about that.

Oh, I always think much
better in the bath.

I wonder if it was
the same with Jake?

I don't think Jake was
much of a thinking man.

I'm going for a swim.

Hope you drown.

Thank you.

You can look after the typewriter.

Bugger your typewriter!

(Wind howls)

K...I...S...S...

M...E...

H...A...R...D.

(Distant shouting)

(He screams)

Stupid bloody idiot.

(Distant) Help!

Help me!

(Screaming continues)

(He screams)

What's the matter?

My stomach.

Don't fool around.
Just get me out.

I've just ruined your very best typewriter.

You what?

And now I'm going to do
my best to drown you.

The Colpitts prerogative.

You're so stubborn,
you won't sink.

Get me out, for God's sake.

Get me out.

Do you think I can pull it off?

Start drowning, you dope.

You haven't a chance.

That was a preliminary.
Here comes the real attempt.

It must be your money
that keeps you afloat.

You and your belly are stubborn.

Please! I can't move my legs!

(Coughing)

Help!

Help, please!

(She coughs)

Help!

Leave me now.

I want to be alone with him.

We can't leave you.

Yes, you can. He's my husband.

Where is your phone?

Oh. It's all right. You must
let me phone the police.

Or the ambulance.

Or the fire brigade.

And the coroner.

Are you sure you're
going to be all right?

If you want a witness,
our name is Van Dyke.

All right. Thank you.

Mr 70 and Mr 71 Van Dyke.

(She laughs)

Smut, go and get the tea.

You women are getting
too proficient at this.

We aim to please the coroner.

The body is already undressed.

I did not imagine he went
swimming with his clothes on.

Doesn't it make
it easier for you?

Nothing you do makes
it easier for me.

You've got to stop.

One is just possible,
two is very unlikely.

You have no prerogative
on drowning.

The coroner's office
is inviolate.

What?

Not violate.
Yeah, of course it's not.

Don't be so
melodramatic, Madgett.

I feel ill.

Why do you always feel
ill at times like this?

It's the excitement.
It goes to my stomach.

I'd have thought you'd
have got over that by now.

It's only with special cases.

What special cases?

Drownings?

Yes, and women.

Women?

Yes, and personal involvements.

Haven't you heard of coincidence?

I've heard of it.

Doesn't it appeal to you?

Only as an idea,
not as a police enquiry.

Cissie.

Where did it happen?

On the beach.

Could you say where
exactly on the beach?

Oh, it's covered now
with the tide.

Smut, you haven't brought
your red paint?

No, Cissie. Today's Tuesday,
Tuesday's colour is yellow.

I am bound to say that I could try
and revive him.

Even now, it has been known...

Don't be stupid,
Madgett, and don't try.

The man's name is Hardy, not Lazarus.

Now, let us turn to
page 72. John 11, verse 23.

Jesus saith unto her,

"Thy brother shall rise again."

Martha saith unto him,

"I know that he shall rise again in
the resurrection at the last day."

Jesus said unto her,
"I am the resurrection..."

Here. I shouldn't take
it too seriously.

A great many things are dying
very violently all the time.

Ask Smut.

Small comfort, Madgett.

On the contrary,
I'd say a great relief.

Well, I'd rather be alive and
alone than dead in company.

(Explosions)

What are you doing that for?

Smut. He quite liked Hardy...

and there's been a robbery
at the fireworks factory.

(Explosions continue)

Water!

Hail Mary!

- Bloody hell, Madgett!
- Cissie!

Oh, God. There's those two
runners from the beach.

And Nancy.

Hardy's mother, Jake's cousins.

I wonder what they're
planning now?

It's one conspiracy
against another.

Yours against theirs. Yours
to drown. Theirs to prosecute.

Bloody hell. There's Bellamy,
and he hates funerals.

I'm going to find out
what he's doing.

No, don't do that.
Drive on, Madgett.

We don't want to get into
a lot of arguments

with all this water over our heads.

Then this woman tipped
a bowl of sugar

and a bottle of lemonade
over his typewriter.

He went for a swim in the sea
and, because he had eaten too much,

he got stomach
cramps and drowned.

She gave him the kiss
of life but it didn't work.

She knew it wouldn't.

She cut all his hair of with
a pair of blunt scissors,

just like Delilah.

This game's called
hangman's cricket.

What's that about hangmen?

It's a game of cricket.
You really need 75 players.

Six sides of 12 and three umpires.

- Have you got any more of these?
- Hundreds.

- Where do they come from?
- I've taken them.

You've taken them?
I don't believe you.

(Foghorn bellows)

- What was all that about?
- Nothing,

he's a friend
of my mothers.

- I'm going to another party tonight.
- Where?

A dance hall over-looking
the sea, with lights.

We'd have crab paste,
sprats in batter

and be sick in airline bags

We're each going to be given a
black rabbit as a going-home present.

How come a non-swimmer belongs to
a water tower conspiracy, Bellamy?

- What?
- A water tower conspiracy.

- You've noticed?
- Come on!

It's just a convenient
place to meet.

What, and is there
a subscription list?

Yes.

All those that think the
Colpitts deaths are not accidental.

I guessed that much.

What do you intend doing about it?

For a start, get
Madgett investigated.

That sounds businesslike. Are you
going to alert the Water Board?

(Screeching and crashing)

Aaargh!

Poor cows. Bloody hell.

This is no blood,
it's red paint!

That little ghoul's
been here already!

I thought I could smell gun powder.

I thought it was the smell of death.

It's too early for that yet.

Bellamy, this
conspiracy of yours.

Do you regard me as an accessory?

Cos if I am, I better
get rid of you quick.

I'd like to see you try.

I don't think you're allowed
to screw your wife in prison,

so I suggest that if you
are seriously thinking of it...

you make good use
of my free time now.

- Kiss my backside.
- No.

- Not here, you fool!
- Why not?

(Birds chirp)

(They moan)

All right, Smut, try the hawthorns.

Well, Cissie,

will you marry me?

No, Madgett.

I could never marry a coroner.

I could never be sure that
you'd washed your hands.

Besides, how could I
trust a game-player?

I'm not playing games
at this particular moment.

Well, you're far more
entertaining when you are, Madgett.

Besides, you're far more
valuable to me as a friend

than a coroner.

How about...

..as a lover?

Well,

I admit to drowning Hardy,

possibly for not being
a satisfactory lover.

And, give or take an inch, you
could get into his trousers,

but I don't think I drowned him
so that you could get into his bed.

Cissie is looking for
a father figure.

But much as I dislike Bellamy,

don't go getting ideas, remember?
You're a coroner.

All coroners see are corpses.

Well, they won't reject you.

Tell me, Madgett, have you ever fallen in
love with one of your corpses?

Yes, several.

Did you ever...

..do anything?

I once kissed an old lady of 82...

on the forehead.

She was twice my age.

Is that all? Was she the only one?

No, but I'm not saying any more.

Oh really, Madgett!

Tell me.

I once sat up all night

with a young girl who had
been run over by cows.

There wasn't a mark on her but
her skull was fractured.

She was 19.

She had blonde hair
and bright blue eyes.

If she was dead, how could
you see the colour of her eyes?

Ah, well, that was the problem. I
couldn't bring myself to close them.

They were beautiful.

So what did you do?

I sat next to her
and held her hand...

and I'm not saying any more but
I wasn't invited to the funeral.

Well, I tell you what,
you can come to mine.

I'm inviting you now, and...

I don't mind, on the whole,
if you take a few liberties.

As long as they're not too gross.

In fact, if I was very old,
I'd probably be flattered.

I would prefer to be encouraged
to take liberties now.

Well, I certainly don't
feel like it at the moment.

Cissie,

my reputation is at stake,
thanks to you and your mother

and I'm quite sure that Smut
would not want a father

who's an accomplice to murder.

He understands.

Understands what?

That coroners need corpses.

Like grave diggers need corpses.

You notice how Sid follows him
around like a black shadow?

Sid's known him
since he was a baby.

He's certainly going to be very
interesting when he grows up.

Yes, I've noticed how you're
all so very fond of kissing him.

Where has he gone?

He's probably sloped off home.

We must go blackberrying.

You could come with us.

No, thank you.

Smut'll need to count them
and his counting

drives me up the wall.

Smut!

Smut?

Smut, are you in?

His light's on.
He's probably asleep.

(Chickens cluck)

I wonder if he's caught anything.

Look. Look.

(He chuckles)

My God, Smut!

He's circumcised himself.

Call a doctor.

I can't look.

Oh!

Smut? Smut!

What did you do it with?

It's all right, Cissie.
I sterilised the scissors.

Scissors?!

Splash!

(Laughter)

It's not funny.

Stop striking about in the water
like a stranded fish.

Use your legs, Bellamy!

You're just here to
make fun of me. I'm giving up.

No, don't. Come on, let's try
a length. Take your floats off.

No, I'm not ready yet.

Yes, you are. Come here.

Don't.

Someone might come in.

You said we had
the place to ourselves.

That's what we agreed on.

Frightened of being seen
wallowing in the water like a baby?

Come here.

(She gasps)

You are getting more
confident in water.

Take your costume off.

Don't worry. I've locked the
doors. Here's the key, look.

(He splutters)

Hey. Give me the belt.

Give me the belt.

Give...

No!

(Indistinct commentary on radio)

(Radio) ...what a magnificent throw.

..86.

(She sighs)

(Cissie) Madgett!

Madgett!

Oh, Madgett. Madgett, what
the devil are you doing here?

Picking blackberries.

We've been looking
everywhere for you.

Well, we've been
picking blackberries.

Vitamin C is very
good for eunuchs.

Eunuchs?

Yes, well,
I don't use mine,

and Smut can't use
his for the moment.

Madgett, are you drunk?

You can't get drunk on
blackberries, can you?

- You smell.
- I do.

Well, I haven't had
a bath since Monday.

Well, you couldn't say
that about Bellamy.

Oh, yes, he's been
bathing too, has he?

Perhaps drinking it a little?

Maybe with a bit
of chlorine in it?

And drinking enough perhaps
to put out a fire like this?

How did you know?

Drownings like most
things come in threes.

Oh, do they?

You're sinister.

I'm sinister?

(He laughs)

(Rocket whooshes)

Oh, Smut!

What's dead now?

Just about everything.

Just about everything
in this field, I should think.

Hey,

there's Jonah and Moses,
Jake's cousins.

I didn't know they
were keen runners.

Good lord, there's Nancy.

What's all this running for?

Why have you stopped?

I've had enough.
I'm not helping any more.

You must.
Why? Why must I do it?

Madgett, you're up
to your neck in this.

It didn't take you long to
drown your husband, did it?

Three weeks.
Will they give me bail?

Well, you only had one husband,

so you can't drown another,
so they might.

Do they have swimming
pools in prison?

Unlikely.

How come you only
gave him three weeks?

I was disappointed.

I don't really understand

what you had to find out
that you didn't know before.

That was mainly it.

I don't understand why
you had to do it at all.

Loyalty, you dope.
And I got what I wanted.

Loyalty?

I'm going to be sick.

What do you mean you
got what you wanted?

(Man) Madgett, can I speak here or
do you want to come outside?

You can speak here.

You have your
permission. Go ahead.

Well, we went looking
for you at your house.

We found these.

Then we discovered some more
in a house on Amsterdam Road.

And let's say, we obtained
some from another source.

Perhaps you'd like
to talk about them?

What do you want me to say?

To a casual eye,
they could be suspicious.

Could they?
Cissie, look at these.

It's Smut. He's put on a
lot of weight in a month

These are good, aren't they?

How did he do it?

And a hospital report.

I believe your son was taken in

for what can only be described
as sexual mutilation.

You better ask Smut about that.

You better know, Madgett,
you're under investigation.

Whatever for?

For procuring pornography
and maybe child abuse.

Why don't you throw in a little
light necrophilia as well?

You see, Madgett, I told you.
Smut'll get you in the end.

(Cissie) We're here to
discuss my husband

and not the family photographs.

He could so easily have
changed the bulb.

(Smut) Here, this might help.

Thank you, Smut.

I like his feet.

Thank you, Cissie.

I like his shoulders.

Thank you, Cissie.

What do you like?

I like a natural death.

Is any death natural?

I liked his bollocks.

Are widows eligible
for the Olympic Games?

(Bleating)

What on earth do you
keep all these sheep for?

I keep them for emergencies.

What emergencies?

Sleepless nights.

I count best at night.

We all count best at night.

That's it, Smut. Not an inch further
or I'll shake you out of that tree.

What's he doing?

- He's counting the leaves.
- Whatever for?

Have you never wondered how
many leaves there are on a tree?

Never.

- Or fish in the sea?
- Nope.

Or hairs on your head?

(All) No.

On Saturday, we'll put
the ashes in the sea.

Or rather the river.

You, Madgett, can be a witness.

What do you
want a witness for?

To make sure we do it
correctly, of course.

- Isn't it illegal?
- (Smut) No!

(She sobs quietly)

We're all together here.
No need for secrecy.

What on earth made
you choose this place?

I thought the water tower

would mean we could keep
them under surveillance.

- Who officially invited them?
- They invited themselves.

Are you sure Madgett
didn't say something?

And there's the
pyrotechnical expert.

It just won't light.
It's too damp.

It's not surprising. Bellamy was
pretty wet out of the water.

What's that smell?

- That man has a nose for a corpse.
- His son is quicker.

What are they?

You know you've got yours
coming to you, don't you?

What?

An invitation to that
field near Brough.

Which is surrounded
by that thick hedge.

Where Smut is sent to catch moths
and never returns with any.

Madgett's harmless.

He's really only interested
in games and chocolate pudding.

- I wouldn't mind.
- What wouldn't you mind.

It would be like
sleeping with your uncle.

It would be like
bribing the referee.

- What would?
- More than a referee.

Poor Madgett. It's like the story
of Billy Goat Gruff.

What is?

Well, with Madgett as the
goblin under the bridge.

Do you think the grass is really
greener across the stream?

Without a doubt.

Hey, these are herring.
Do you think they're edible?

Well, now, Cissie,
it's your turn.

I like his hands.

I might let him touch me then
I'll tell you all about it.

Well, you are the
last in the line.

What if you were
to be disappointed?

That might spoil it.
You better not go too far then.

If one of us were
to make it with him,

surely it would exclude
the other two?

I doubt if Madgett could get it
up three times in an afternoon.

Cissie!

Madgett, we've been
talking about you.

I know.

Could you get it up three times
in an afternoon, Madgett?

I'd like to try.
It depends who's asking.

Hey, look at these.

These fish are all numbered, look.

Smut, did you organise this?

Madgett, are you going to
try the same thing on me

as you tried on the others?

You don't think Bellamy drowned
to make way for you, do you?

- It's strange.
- What is?

How this field is synonymous
with my failure.

Where's Smut?

Oh, he wouldn't come any more.

I don't blame him.

Three rebuffs in the same place -

that must be a record.

Sounds to me like you should
have more imagination.

Madgett, you can't swim, can you?

Anyway, I'm too young for you.

Suppose you're in a good
position to try blackmail.

You could put all three of
us away if you wanted to.

That's the last
thing I want to do.

I believe you.

As you've had such
bad luck with the others...

..I'll let you go
a little of the way.

As compensation?

Put your hand here.

I've watched you watching me.

I've watched you watching all of us.

Do you think we're the same woman?

Sometimes I do.

Just because we've all
got the same name?

No, no.

Why then?

Because of your camaraderie.

Our what?

Your friendship for one another.

Do you know that I'm pregnant?

Was three weeks enough?

Madgett, don't be so innocent!

Three weeks was long
enough to legitimise.

You can kiss me here.

Will I taste anything?

Not yet, you dope.

Take the rest off.

No, Madgett, I'm
a widow of 48 hours.

So?

Madgett, that's enough!

You must be satisfied with small
services, a little at a time.

Must I?

Was saving you from
prison a small service?

- It was death through misadventure.
- Was it?

There's a lot of people round
here don't think that way at all.

To hell with the others!

- You're deliberately provoking me.
- Am I?

Madgett!

Thank you for making
me see reason.

- Reason? About what?
- About Bellamy.

That wasn't me, that was Cissie.

No, well, you made it possible.

Did I?

I knew when I married Bellamy.

With you around, when the
time came, I could drown him.

(She sobs)

No.

Madgett, is this attempted rape?

You Colpitts women have used me.

Madgett, you're supposed
to be harmless. Pack it in!

You women have destroyed me!

Don't be so melodramatic!

(She cries)

(Smut) The best days for
violent deaths

are Tuesdays in the afternoon.

The safest time of all is
Friday night. Tonight, in fact.

Are you going to a party tonight?

Yes, on a boat.

We're to have pineapple fruit salad,

cheese with walnuts and
I'm going to dance.

Elsie, I love you.

- I've done what you asked me to do.
- What's that?

I circumcised myself.
Do you want to look?

No, thank you. Not today.

Smut, get in.

Bye.

One, Antares, two, Capella,

three, Canopus, four, Arcturus,

five, Agreetor, six, Anektor,

seven, Duendin, eight, Algenib,

nine, Agena, ten Lalandry,

11, Vega, 12, Golubin,

13, Spica, 14, Capra, 15, Acrab

16, Deneb, 17...

(Car passengers shout)

(Tyres squeal)

(She screams)

(She sighs)

(Cissie) Smut!

(Car door slams)

Smut!

Stick that one on the table.

- Well, what's the game today?
- Tug of War.

I hope you've recovered.
Don't look so miserable,

you were sorely provoked.

Who's going to play this game?

The good and the evil.

Who's good and who's evil?

It depends on how you look at it.

What are they playing for?

Me, and what's left
of my reputation.

As a man or as a coroner?

Both. If they win, I give in.

If who wins?

(Car engine)

(Beeping)

Oh, God, Madgett,
did you invite them?

(Bleating)

They have a nose for funerals.

There are seven of them.

Then we can't complain.

Madgett, what are you up to?

Well...

they ought to be here, didn't they?

You don't want to be accused
of secret burials, do you?

And since there are obviously
no rewards for me helping you,

I thought enough was enough.

I've arranged to let the outcome
hang on a game of wit and strength.

Come on, Madgett, you'll
never get them to play.

If the stakes are
high enough they will.

Madgett, we're not
letting you go that easily.

Letting me go?

If I go, you go too.

Those are the stakes.

Madgett, we won't party to this.

Your game-playing is your business.

We're not playing games any more.

I've had enough of game-playing.
This is serious.

And besides, you're better
playing games than I am.

This game is very dangerous.

Haven't I told you?
All games are dangerous.

What games? I thought we
were here burying ashes.

I see you've got the
grave digger with you.

Sid's going to row the
boat, that's all.

The ashes are going on the river.

A nice provocative gesture.

We thought, as a fitting
send-off, we'd play a game.

- A game?
- What sort of game?

Watch him, he's always
playing games.

Don't worry, Nancy,
we'll look after you.

Watch what you're saying
to my sister!

(All) Shut up!

We felt we owed you an explanation.

(Cissie) Shut up, Madgett.

An explanation? You owe us
more than a bloody explanation!

All right. We'll play your game.

We'll win easily and then we'll wrap
the rope around your neck, Madgett.

If you win, you get
your explanation.

Right, come on.

(Smut) 'The game of Tug of War
is played with as many people

'as there is room
for along the rope.

'The sides need to be evenly
matched with weight and strength

'to make it an
interesting contest.'

One, two, three, pull.

'At an agreed signal.

'each team tries to pull the
other over an agreed mark

'or space, previously decided on.

'Seven a side is an ideal number
of players for Tug of War.'

(Shouting and groaning)

(Groaning)

Smut!

Smu-ut!

(Shouting)

Oh, Smut, you let us down.

Quick! In the boat.

We've won!

Sid, Gregory, come on. We've got to
get Madgett into the boat.

(Shouting)

Gregory, get the ashes in the boat.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Indistinct chatter)

(He sniffs)

There's a storm coming up, Madgett.

Can you swim?

I thought not.

(Smut) 'The object of this game
is to dare to fall

'with a noose round your neck

'from a place officially high
enough off the ground

'such that the fall will hang you.'

(Bleating)

'The object of the game
is to punish those

'who have caused
great unhappiness...

'..by their selfish actions

'This is the best game of all

'because the winner
is also the loser

'and the judge's decision
is always final.'

(Whooshing and crackling)

(Dull thuds)

(Whizzing)

(Fizzing)

(Whooshing)

What on earth is Smut
celebrating? We lost.

He arranged a little spectacle
for the scattering of the ashes.

Thoughtful boy.

(Distant explosions)

Well, Madgett, how do you
feel about things now?

Just the same.

As I said, we lost.

I've had enough.

Madgett, we haven't lost.

And there's no question
of any of us giving in.

What are you going to do?

There's a storm coming up.
I thought I'd be prepared.

Are you going to
undress too, Madgett?

That way we could make it
look like a proper accident.

Now, Madgett, off with your clothes.
It'll make it a neater ending.

What an opportunity.
Alone on an open boat

with the women you love
and an invitation to undress.

Don't worry about, Smut.
He'll be all right.

First, the burial service.

In loving memory of a gardener.

In loving memory of a businessman.

In loving...

(Indistinct radio chatter)

(She chuckles)

In living memory of an
unemployed non-swimmer.

(Distant fireworks continue)

(Loud bang)